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Enjoy!maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-71822248111136889972011-04-08T06:35:00.002+08:002011-04-08T06:35:50.067+08:00Happy Birthday, Bez!<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a4d354e4455354d6a413d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a4d354e4455354d6a413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Create a <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards.html" target="_blank">free digital greeting</a></td></tr></table><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-25382259226014789882011-04-02T23:33:00.001+08:002011-04-02T23:41:06.736+08:00My 25th Birthday Wishlist!<div>In less that two weeks, I am celebrating my 25th birthday. Normally, a month before my birthday, I would post my wishlist. This year, on the the other hand, I find myself having a hard time coming up with this list. And I realize it's probably because a lot of the things I'd like for my birthday aren't tangible. But after much thought, I was able to come up with some of the things I wish to get on my special day.<br />
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No more waiting. Here's my birthday wishlist for 2011:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Tweet Sering's Astigirl novel. She's one of my favorite bloggers/writers of all time! Idol!</i></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFq-iZBlWcs/TZc1W9077xI/AAAAAAAABdM/SAX3ff7zrlg/s1600/Dresses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFq-iZBlWcs/TZc1W9077xI/AAAAAAAABdM/SAX3ff7zrlg/s320/Dresses.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>I love dresses! I love skirts! I love everything girly...:) </i></span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I also love unique accessories I can wear for work and for hanging out...</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ9Nsxr0Ur0/TZc1aOv0HSI/AAAAAAAABdc/HXZio7NtM8E/s1600/Maggie-necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="85" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ9Nsxr0Ur0/TZc1aOv0HSI/AAAAAAAABdc/HXZio7NtM8E/s200/Maggie-necklace.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Speaking of accessories, can someone please please lease give me a "Maggie" necklace?</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Make up is something I really love to buy whenever I go shopping. I usualy buy my cosmetics from Beauty Treats :)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>With make up, of course, there has to be make up brushes! Suesh makeup travel brushes please. Haha!</i></td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJSgVa7kvaE/TZc1Vai6uJI/AAAAAAAABdE/e1XfAeHQdqk/s1600/Chance+by+Chanel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJSgVa7kvaE/TZc1Vai6uJI/AAAAAAAABdE/e1XfAeHQdqk/s200/Chance+by+Chanel.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo57WZJj6-8/TZc1XXxGC5I/AAAAAAAABdQ/XA5ouU_XxO4/s1600/Elizabeth+Arden+Green+Tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo57WZJj6-8/TZc1XXxGC5I/AAAAAAAABdQ/XA5ouU_XxO4/s200/Elizabeth+Arden+Green+Tea.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Two of my favorite scents: Chance by Chanel and Elizabeth Arden's Green Tea </i></span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I have been dying to eat at Fat Michael's Place! Someone please treat me here...</i></td></tr>
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There you have it, folks! My birthday wishlist. That's really all I could come up with. Hahaha! Did I forget anything?<br />
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Well, actually, there is another thing...<br />
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Two years ago, I posted an "all-too-impossible" wish for my birthday in my blog. Maybe I should post one again this time...<br />
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This year, all I really want to happen on my 25th birthday is that I get to receive<b> the biggest surprise of my life</b>. The biggest surprise that I can actually end up crying tears of joy. I've had great times every year when I celebrate my birthday. For one time only, I wish I could have that surprise. That would make my 25th birthday the single most wonderful day of my life.<br />
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</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-19381738304025969432011-03-17T06:31:00.003+08:002011-03-17T07:42:52.984+08:00Mission Silver.<div>I am a woman on a mission.</div><div><br /></div><div>In less than a month, I am celebrating a milestone in my life. My 25th birthday, to be exact. Yes, in just 27 days, I am turning the big 2-5 and I honestly cannot wait until I do. Some say that turning silver isn't really that big of a deal. Well, I'm not some of those people and for me, it is a big deal.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me tell you why...</div><div><br /></div><div>After work, I went out with a very good friend of mine, Tracy. We decided to meet up in SM Mall of Asia and just hung out. After going around the mall, we ate dinner at Gumbo and talked about what we usually talk about -- our love lives. Well, more specifically, her love life and my lack of it. At that time, there was a band playing. They're called Rewind and they're playlist were songs from the '90s and early '00s. And by some twist of faith, Tracy managed to convince me to go and sing with the band. I tell you I was almost blacking out, I couldn't even remember how I got up on stage with the band. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was able to sing two songs. A miracle, considering I'm just supposed to sing one. The first song was Monica's "Angel of Mine". At first I was really scared. But as the band kept on playing, I was able to find my rhythm and was able to sing. It was like an adrenaline rush for me. And when the crowd applauded after I sang, it felt really, really good. And they asked an encore. So for the second song, I sang The Braxtons' "I'd Still Say Yes". It's one of my all time favorites! And singing it just made me feel somehow special.</div><div><br /></div><div>At one point during that time, I realized how much I've done and how much I still want to do when I turn a year older. I'm turning 25... And I want to celebrate 25 years of my being happy... 25 years of living a happy life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I realized I wanted to celebrate my birthday with a party -- share that one moment with dearest friends. I don't need to spend so much for a big party. I just want to be with the people I love and let them know how much I appreciate them for being with me throughout the years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I am a woman on a mission.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a mission to have a party to celebrate my 25th birthday!</div><div><br /></div><div>The countdown begins!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-38823684243624717162011-02-09T06:48:00.000+08:002011-02-09T06:48:17.705+08:00Chasing Pavements.<div>For the past few days, I have been singing one song -- whether out loud or in my head. There is only one song that's stuck on me and I have absolutely no idea how I am going to get it out of my system.</div><div><br /></div><div>A song by British soul artist Adele, "Chasing Pavements" was inspired by an incident that happened to her at 6 o'clock in the morning, after having a fight with her former boyfriend. After finding out that her boyfriend cheated on her, she went to the bar he was at and punched him. After being thrown out of the bar, she ran down an empty street, alone. At that point, she thought to herself, "What are you chasing? You're chasing an empty pavement."</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really know why, but this song just had this significant impact on me. It's not as if what happened to Adele also happened to me. But somehow, upon learning the lyrics, I felt that I can relate to the song.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've made up my mind,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>No need to think it over,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>If I'm wrong, I am right,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Don't need to look no further,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This ain't lust, I know</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is love but...</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first stanza is all about knowing exactly how you feel. About something. About someone. It is being sure of yourself that no matter what any other people say, you are undeniably in love.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>If I tell the world,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'll never say enough,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cause it was not said to you,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And that's exactly what I need to do,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>If I end up with you...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I love the second stanza. This is the part where I just felt absolutely, in love, so to speak. She's right. It's not enough that I'd go telling the world how I really feel because I'm not saying it to the person face to face. Sometimes, when you feel this overwhelming feeling inside of you, you just have to say it to him.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Should I give up </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Or should I just keep chasing pavements</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Even if it leads nowhere?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Should I leave it there?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Should I give up </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Or should I just keep chasing pavements</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Even if it leads nowhere?</i></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The chorus asks the most important questions. What exactly am I doing? If I go on feeling this way, if I continue being like this -- being in love -- is it really worth it? Even if there is a chance that the feelings will not be reciprocated by the one you're holding on to?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I build myself up</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And fly around in circles</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Wait then as my heart drops </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And my back begins to tingle</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Finally could this be it?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This, for me, says something about... Falling without even expecting it. You go on with your life, going about your usual routine and then it just hits you. Everything then changes when you get to that point when you feel that... That's it.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; "><div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Should I give up </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Or should I just keep chasing pavements</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Even if it leads nowhere?</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Should I leave it there?</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Should I give up </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Or should I just keep chasing pavements</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Even if it leads nowhere?</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is truly one of the most beautiful love songs I have ever heard. I am not kidding. Every word of it, the mere melody of the song... It moved me. As if I am really the one singing the song. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-8171635707769400172011-02-06T16:15:00.003+08:002011-02-06T16:41:26.484+08:00February Blues is Back.<div>I have been wanting to blog for the longest time and it is only now that I am getting the chance. And the truth is, it's not exactly how I wanted to start my blogging year. Because at this very moment, I am feeling quite... Well, I don't exactly know how I'm feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess it's that time of year. You know, the February blues. There's really something about this month that makes me go, "I want this month to end, let's just skip to March." I don't think I'm the only person who feels like this. I bet there are a few people who's going through the same thing I am. It's just that I choose to express myself through my blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny how at this point, I feel like there's something I'm missing. Or maybe someone. I don't know. It's all... Well... Distorted.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been going through some of my old letters. And I found this. It's not addressed to anyone. But it was written around two years ago and I find myself drawn to it. Maybe by posting it on my blog, I can breathe a little easier.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">o O o</div><div><br /></div><div><div>When I think about it long and hard, I may be able to admit that I'm starting to miss you. So maybe I should just stop thinking and do something else. But then I remember someone saying that the saddest part of life is keeping one's self busy and pushing one's self to the limit all day -- but at the end of the day, after doing everything to forget, you end up where you are: in the very same position you're trying to escape.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm serious when I tell people, I've always wanted to be free. Free to go anywhere, without a care, and just have some fun. Then again, somewhere deep down, I wish to be owned. I hope to be held. I yearn to never be let go of. It is my heart's desire. And I guess it is only now that I could get the chance to let it out because I know I don't have to explain myself to anyone.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I believe in waiting. As the saying goes, "The value of waiting is a value of a lifetime. If we know how to wait, life shall be easy because God knows what to give us in the right time."</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me go back to the point of this blog. I miss you. And I'm kind of hating myself for feeling this way. It's true, I miss you. I miss our chance meetings, our usual conversations, our unlikely bonding moments. I miss how you tease me, how you make me laugh, how you give me something to look forward to each day.I miss the days that I just couldn't stop smiling, the times that I would stop what I'm doing to absorb everything. Most of all, I miss the smile that creeps up my cheek when I get to see you.</div><div><br /></div><div>So let me live for the moment. I hope to see you... Soon.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-46989359656383881062010-12-31T23:07:00.001+08:002010-12-31T23:07:24.917+08:00Farewell, 2010! Hello, 2011!The clock is ticking and in a few hours, we are welcoming yet another year. <br/> <br/> Funny, I didn't realize how fast 2010 passed by. It seemed only yesterday that I am celebrating the New Year with my dear family. Next thing I know, here I am again, waiting for the clock to strike 12 to say hello to 2011. <br/> <br/> I am absolutely thankful for the year that was! No doubt about it. 2010 has given me so many experiences to remember. A lot of laughs, a lot of tears, a lot of stress, and a lot of surprises. Everything about the past 12 months, I am very grateful to the Lord. I cannot thank Him enough for letting me go through it all so I can become a better person. <br/> <br/> For the year that passed, I am thankful for... <br/> 1. Lakbay Norte. Eight destinations in seven days... Need I say more? <br/> 2. Monthly Francisco gatherings at Lola's house. Every month is just absolutely fantastic! Thank you, Lola, for cooking the best foods ever! <br/> 3. My 24th birthday. While my celebration wasn't a three-part party like last year, I still had a wonderful time celebrating with my loved ones. <br/> 4. My second year anniversary at work. When June came, it wasn't just me celebrating another year in the magazine, it was definitely a joyous time because it was also the time I was promoted. <br/> 5. Going places. Literally! Whether for work or for leisure, I was happy that I get to travel. <br/> 6. Family bonding sessions. No matter how busy we are in our own work, I am so thankful that my family and I always have time for each other. <br/> 7. Starbucks GB3. Seriously, I don't think the year would have been the same if the partners aren't there. Thank you for the many treats! <br/> 8. Weddings. I've attended weddings of the people I am close to... And it was such an honor to witness the love they've shared with their better halves. Thank you for making me part of your wedding. <br/> 9. Christmas with the Francisco clan. Christmas with the Franciscos will forever be great! I always look forward to celebrating the holidays with the whole Francisco clan. This is what it really means to celebrate. <br/> 10. New people. This year, I have gained new friends. A lot of new friends. And simply for that, I am absolutely grateful. I thank God for letting me meet these amazing people who have made my life more colorful. <br/> <br/> So what's in store for me in 2011? I have absolutely no idea. But here are a couple of things I am looking forward to... <br/> - Kuya Rom and Ate Liza's wedding <br/> - Trip to Batanes <br/> - Lola' 92nd birthday <br/> - My 25th birthday <br/> - My third year anniversary in InFlight magazine <br/> - Mama and Papa's 35th wedding anniversary <br/> - Trip to Australia <br/> <br/> 2011, I claim you will be a year of my prayers answered! I leave it all to God. <br/> <br/> Thank you, 2010! You've been great. To 2011, here's to a beautiful year ahead.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-51478845793982338382010-11-09T02:17:00.006+08:002010-11-09T04:36:12.050+08:00The truth about 'hanging out'<div>I woke up about 30 minutes ago for who knows why and unfortunately, I can't go back to sleep. I'm still hoping that after I've done this blog post, I'll be able to go back to sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm... So what can I blog about? My brain is still in a very sleepy condition so bear with me if I'm not making sense in this post. I truly am sorry if at this rate, I am wasting your time with nonsense.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! Ok, now I have a topic. It's not really something I would really want to blog about but hey, it's better than nothing, I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yesterday, I had an interesting conversation with a good friend of mine. Interesting because it's a conversation that had me trying to convince her that I know what I'm saying and I know what I'm actually doing.</div><div><br /></div><div>She asked me: "What's the difference between hanging out and going on a date?"</div><div><br /></div><div>I admit, it was a little hard to answer the question only because I didn't really know how to explain it properly. But whenever I get asked if I'm dating somebody, I always say no. It's true, I'm not dating anybody. I haven't been dating for the past two years. BUT -- yes, there is a but -- I do hang out. </div><div><br /></div><div>People these days, they think that just because a guy and a girl go out, it automatically means they're dating. Well, folks, sorry to burst your bubble. But there is a big difference between "hanging out" and "dating."</div><div><br /></div><div>When my friends ask me if I'm dating this guy, I immediately say no. Because we're really not dating. We're simply hanging out. We hang out because our meet ups are usually spontaneous, unstructured, even. We invite each other to doing things that don't necessarily involve romantic feelings whatsoever. That, in my opinion, is hanging out.</div><div><br /></div><div>A date, on the other, well -- call me old fashioned, but for me, a date begins with a formal invitation, like "Would you like to go out on a date with me?" It's planned, it's structured.</div><div><br /></div><div>When dating, it usually means that two people have this ongoing, exclusive relationship. Hanging out is more ambiguous; it doesn't connote exclusivity.</div><div><br /></div><div>I say I hang out with a guy because we share time together. I'm not saying that when I'm hanging out with someone, it won't lead to dating. I'm just saying that at this point, this is what we do... We hang out. I mean, who knows, maybe in the future, after spending much time together, an attraction builds up between two people and ultimately, that will lead to dating.</div><div><br /></div><div>What can I say, I'm really a very old fashioned person. Is there anything else I should be explaining?</div><div><br /></div><div>That, my friends, is the truth about "hanging out."</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, time to hit the sack again.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-44781116603838293622010-11-02T05:28:00.004+08:002010-11-02T06:17:49.518+08:00Early bird random blogging.<div>I have been awake since 4 o'clock in the morning and even though I should just go back to sleep and wake up at 6am, I opted to turn on my computer and log in my blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>November. Yeah, it's November already. I'm still in a bit of shock at how fast time goes by. In just 53 days, Christmas is already here and yes, I am already thinking of my Christmas wish list. And I will be posting them some time soon. Hehe.</div><div><br /></div><div>The past month has been interesting, to say the least. It's been a good month, actually. Despite being the very busy person that I am, it's amazing that I have made time to go out and just hang around some places. No, unfortunately, I wasn't able to go to out-of-town trips since I've a lot of things to do in Manila but I still had my moments of going out and just relax.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm very excited about this month. Really, I am. I'm excited that I'm seeing my friends again and go to dinner with them to catch up on stuff. I'm excited that I'm going bowling with my other friends soon. I'm excited to attend to my friends' wedding in less than three weeks. And most of all, I'm so excited to go to that out-of-town trip that I have been hoping for since my birthday!</div><div><br /></div><div>I was looking back at my blog on my <a href="http://maggiesparchmentandquill.blogspot.com/2010/03/24-things-to-do-when-i-turn-24.html" style="font-weight: bold; ">to do list when I turn 24</a> and it's just hilarious! I look back and say to myself, "What the hell was I thinking when I did this?" Hahaha! Here's an update...</div><div><br /></div><div><div>1. Go on a trip on my own --> <i>doing it on November 27-28</i></div><div>2. Organize my closet --> <i>I've been cleaning my closet every week</i></div><div>3. Buy one gadget I really love --> <i>Not yet, but SOON!</i></div><div>4. Watch a play --> <i>Cats is love... Hehehehe</i></div><div>5. Go to a spa --> <i>Aaack! No, I haven't done this...</i></div><div>6. Start writing a book --> <i>Maybe not yet the right time. I don't even have a clue how to begin</i></div><div>7. Reconnect with a childhood friend --> <i>I have! But that needs a repeat...</i></div><div>8. Go on a weekend retreat --> <i>By end of the month...</i></div><div>9. Swap books with a friend --> <i>Yep yep yep</i></div><div>10. Start a travel blog --> <i>I couldn't find the time to start this one... Tsk tsk... Or maybe I shouldn't start a travel blog... Maybe just another blog... Hmmm....</i></div><div>11. Buy a friend coffee --> <i>Done this too... Hehehe</i></div><div>12. Buy a new pair of shoes --> <i>This year, I bought 3 pairs of shoes since January</i></div><div>13. Try out a new cuisine --> <i>Done. But where to, next?</i></div><div>14. Record an album --> <i>Hahahaha! I can't believe I actually did this... check out my acoustic sessions <b><a href="http://prettygalmaggie.multiply.com/music/item/149/Acoustic_Sessions">1</a></b> and<b> <a href="http://prettygalmaggie.multiply.com/music/item/171/Going_Acoustic_-_Session_2">2</a></b></i></div><div>15. Ice skate at the SM Mall of Asia ice skating rink --> <i>I live like 5 minutes away from MOA and yeet I haven't done this. That is bad.</i></div><div>16. Go bowling --> <i>Doing this in two weeks</i></div><div>17. Go out of town with friends --> <i>Haven't done this... Who wants to go out of town? Hehe</i></div><div>18. Wear my knee-high boots --> <i>Haha! Not in season...</i></div><div>19. Go somewhere abroad --> <i>Was supposed to but had to postpone till next year... Oh well...</i></div><div>20. Take random pictures everyday --> <i>Ok, I wasn't able to do this everyday, but I do take random pictures</i></div><div>21. Have a flatter tummy --> <i>Tsk tsk, I think I got bigger. Must have flatter tummy by January!</i></div><div>22. Hug a friend --> <i>Who else wants a hug from me? Hahaha!</i></div><div>23. Go on a photo shoot and be the model --> <i>Hehe, as much as I'd like to do this, I haven't...</i></div><div>24. Go on a date --> <i>Seriously, what was I thinking? A date? I haven't done so in 2 years...</i></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I should be getting ready. Till my next blog entry... Soon, I promise.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-81689618726608834802010-10-30T04:06:00.002+08:002010-10-30T04:56:19.248+08:00Finally back to blogging.<div>I realized it's been over two months since my last blog entry. And while I would really like to post an entry, I am either very busy with work that I don't have time to log in to my blog account or I am so tired from working that I am absolutely blank whenever I would open my blog. Yet here I am, at six minutes after four o'clock in the morning, ready to blog after a few months hiatus.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have missed blogging. I've missed it a lot! I miss having to write without any templates or word count or anything. Everything just free flowing. I should really do this more often.</div><div><br /></div><div>Earlier last month, I had recorded another set of acoustic session with my friend, singing a couple of my favorite songs like "Baby I Love Your Way", "More Than Words", "If" and "Forevermore". To listen to all the songs I've recorded on my second acoustic session, visit my <a href="http://prettygalmaggie.multiply.com/music/item/171/Going_Acoustic_-_Session_2">Multiply site</a>. I hope you like listening to it as much as I have enjoyed recording the songs.</div><div><br /></div><div>You know what's funny? Recently, I've heard from my officemates that I look different. In a good way, from what they tell me. They said I've looked prettier than before, that there's this positive aura around me. I don't know how they could possibly think that, since I feel that I've been stressed out the most this month. The past few weeks have been so hectic, I can barely remember what day it is. And in reply, I would always tell them (jokingly, of course), <i>"Anong kailangan nyo ha?"</i> *Sigh* I don't think I'll ever get used to getting compliments like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmm... Right now, I'm watching Criminal Minds. Oh how I love watching these kinds of TV series. It's all so intriguing! </div><div><br /></div><div>So today's a Saturday and I don't really have an idea on what I'm going to do. I know that at some time today, I need to go out to buy groceries. I just need to decide where -- Mall of Asia or Landmark. After the grocery shopping, I intend to have some R&R! I don't know how yet but I just want to get some well deserved rest!</div><div><br /></div><div>Time to log out now, but rest assured, I will be back.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-36260658811844397852010-08-18T05:36:00.002+08:002010-08-18T06:36:21.174+08:00Even in dreams, I sing...<div>Just this week, I've been waking up at 5am. Not that I set my alarm on that time, I just do. And I've noticed that I'm more inclined to blog at this time. I guess it's because I haven't started anything yet, so I could think more.</div><div><br /></div><div>But here's the real score. I had a rather weird dream. I always say weird when the dream involves me and a guy. Hahahaha! I don't know why, it's just a little strange for me to have those kinds of dreams. Oh the dreams when I've eaten something delicious for dinner. Hehehe... </div><div><br /></div><div>I was in a restaurant with a group of friends. We were having dinner, having lots of laugh, enjoying the band on the stage performing. Out of nowhere, the band called my name to come up on stage and sing with them. After much prodding from my friends, I got up and felt this sort of adrenaline rush inside. I ended up choosing the song "I'd Still Say Yes" by The Braxtons (This is probably because I've been listening to this song for the past couple of days now). I could hear my friends cheering for me (This scene is oh-so-familiar).</div><div><br /></div><div>After I sang, I went back to my friends and laughed at the whole thing. And then I hear one of the guys from the band calling my other friend to sing with them. To all our surprise. He got up, went to the band and said, "Mags, for you." The song: "Single" by Anoop Desai (This is one of the most current songs I've been listening to in my iPhone for the past two weeks). And I just loved the way he sang the song. It truly melted my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>And after he sang...</div><div><br /></div><div>I woke up. Damn, I don't know what happened next. Hehehe...</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, maybe next time. But right now, I need to get ready for breakfast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao,</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-82066125060792656372010-08-17T05:50:00.003+08:002010-08-17T09:55:38.539+08:00Random Thoughts of a Single Girl.<div>Lately, I've been talking to my cousin <i>Ate</i> Kriselle about weddings. Not only because my brother is getting married in January but also because she and her long time boyfriend will be tying the knot by late next year as well. And though I love discussing with her about receptions and themes and souvenirs and all the wedding stuff, I guess it could not be helped that my status as a single girl would come into place.</div><div><br /></div><div>She asked me the funniest question last Sunday: "<i>May </i>boyfriend <i>ka na kaya pag dating ng kasal ko</i>?" I would have loved to have said yes to that question but the fact remains that I don't know and frankly speaking, I don't really care.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't care in the sense that I don't want to think about it every now and then. If and when I get a boyfriend, then that would be great. If not yet at this time, then it's fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I've never had a boyfriend. Big deal. I'm not the only one who's like that. As a matter of fact, there are a lot of other people who are even older than I am who are still single. So there isn't any insecurity there, knowing that I am not the last single girl in this world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, people would then point out that I am partly at fault since I don't go out on dates. Hey, if I could, don't you think I would? Truth is, I'm not like the some people I know who would go out on a Friday night, have a drink with friends and then get asked out by a guy they barely know. More than that, I'm not the type of girl who would ask a guy out. That is just one big NO to me. Even if people say that's the "in" thing nowadays, to me, that is just not going to happen.</div><div><br /></div><div>When it comes to finding a relationship, I believe in time taking its course. I'm not in a rush. I'm enjoying being single. The feeling that I only have to answer to my parents whenever I have to go elsewhere for work. The feeling of serenity that I don't have a "lover's spat" going on. I guess you could say, I still have much to enjoy as a single girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>But yes, at times, I would think about "the boyfriend." I would like to take care of someone, I would love to cook for him, go shopping with him, go on dates with him, all that stuff. How could I not think about him if I'm being surrounded by people who talk about their better halves? I would love to be in a relationship, yes. In due time. In God's time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I acknowledge that there are definitely ups and downs of being a single girl. But I wouldn't let the down side of it make me depressed or let the up side of it get to my head. Right now, I'm enjoying what I'm doing -- work. And somewhere along the way, I know that there's one person who would sweep me off my feet. But for now...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd like to enjoy my life... not sharing it with someone. I'd like to enjoy my being single.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you know that saying?</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>"Being single isn't bad. What is bad is giving up hope on finding that someone special."</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div>Till then, dear readers.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-36808879018678977032010-08-16T04:46:00.003+08:002010-08-16T05:31:09.681+08:00Morning Blogging.<div>It's a couple of minutes before 5am and even though I've got a lot of things in mind, I'm just so glad that I'm able to blog. Many times, I've wanted to blog about certain things only to stop logging in because I've got tons of work to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've always appreciated waking up very early. It allows me to think clearly. I get that sense of peace I'm supposed to have. Not that I'm bothered or anything. But it's good to have that time of day where you can just breathe a little easier.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what do I have to blog about? Oh! I think it was only yesterday I actually realized I may have a future in wedding planning. Hahaha!</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, my oldest brother is getting married and I've basically been assigned to take care of the details. Not that we don't have a wedding coordinator, we do. But since my brother and his fiancé are both in the States, I'm doing a lot of the nitty gritty stuff -- which I don't mind. I love doing it. We've already got the date, the motif, and the church down. Soon enough, we'll get the wedding reception finalized.</div><div><br /></div><div>As odd as it may seem, it's kind of a natural thing for me to do, the whole wedding planning. I know what to do, where to call, what looks good, what's more practical. It wasn't until yesterday when my cousin told me, "<i>pwede mo maging</i> sideline <i>'yan</i>." And it actually made sense. Given my connections, I <i>could</i> make it a sideline. So maybe I should build up my portfolio on this. Hehehehe. Hmm... Now that's something to think about.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should probably prepare. What to wear today, my stuff for work. Now it's coming to mind the things to do. Haha!</div><div><br /></div><div> Ciao!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-83792759357066422262010-07-04T08:27:00.002+08:002010-07-04T10:38:02.776+08:00Going Acoustic.Yesterday morning, I got an invitation from a friend from theater class (way back when) if I'd be interested to come by her place for some acoustic session. Having had a rather stressful week, I accepted the offer and went all the way to Las Piñas.<br /><br />I got to her house around 10:30 and since I got there, we went ahead with singing whatever songs we could actually think of.<br /><br />After six hours of non-stop singing (from me) and guitar and piano playing (from her), we were able to record 20 songs. Wow! Hahaha! I'm proud of what we did. Didn't really plan on doing this ever, but I'm really happy of what we came up with.<br /><br />Basically, the songs we came up with are some of our all-time favorites, rendering our own versions, at least, trying to be as original as we can be with the songs we've grown up to hear.<br /><br />I hope you have fun listening to these songs, as we've had so much fun recording them.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://prettygalmaggie.multiply.com/music/item/149/Acoustic_Sessions_21_songs">Maggie Goes Acoustic.</a> <br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-40646257285086894592010-07-02T04:46:00.003+08:002010-07-02T05:17:09.817+08:00Stressed.<div>I have been awake for almost an hour. As much as I'd like to go back to sleep, I couldn't. The heat is too much and my mind is already thinking of what I have to do for the day. It's just not right.</div><div><br /></div><div>Truth is, I've been stressed a lot lately. With work, with online classes, with other stuff that I dare not say in this blog. What I can say is that stress and frustration is not combination you just don't want to have at once. I told myself that I wouldn't blog about being so stressed but I needed an outlet. The stress has subsided a bit but I'm still feeling a bit wired up.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not all that bad. Just that it's one of those days that I'm not feeling up and about. But things will be looking up pretty soon -- at least, I hope so.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-13548183717743020482010-06-19T20:36:00.002+08:002010-06-19T21:56:28.813+08:00In Dreams, I Love. In Reality, I Wait.<div><div><div>For the past few days, you have been visiting me in my dreams. And it's not that I wish you'd stop. I hope you wouldn't because I always seem to be very happy when I'm with you in my sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like I've known you for a while. Because by the way we act around each other in my dreams, I could only summize that we have been friends for the longest time. I wouldn't be comfortable with you holding my hand if we haven't been close friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>A simple smile from you can make me blush. Your infectious smile gives me the comfort of knowing how much I mean to you. As if that smile was just for me. When you hold my hand, you make me feel like you will never let me go in your life. How is it possible that you can make me float on air by a smile and a touch?</div><div><br /></div><div>Whenever I need a hug, you would give me the most comforting hug I could ask for. And I love hugging you. I wrap my arms around you and call you my teddy bear. How I love calling you my teddy bear. When no one's looking you'd bury your face in my hair and you'd whisper sweet nothings to my ear. Do you know that you can make my heart skip a beat every time you do that?</div><div><br /></div><div>You have this balance of confidence and humility that people admire. How could anyone possibly miss it? The ladies can't get enough of you and the guys wish they'd be like you. Yes, you're that kind of guy. But how humble you are... That's what makes me love you even more.</div><div><br /></div><div>You're both serious and funny. You crack me up with your sense of humor. No matter how corny your jokes could be, you still make me laugh. But when the need arises, you're serious and you focus on things that matter, on things that need to be done. </div><div><br /></div><div>You're such a handsome guy, you know that? Your vanity is amusing. You're the type of guy who looks good in everything he wears. As if you've put a lot of effort into thinking what you'd wear the night before. One of your traits that I find very much endearing. </div><div><br /></div><div>You look after your health. Being healthy is important to you because you want to be that somebody who your kids can enjoy spending time with until you grow old.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you know what's even more amusing? It's that... We can talk about anything and everything without holding back. Whatever we'd feel, we say it. Your honesty is admirable. We can talk for hours non-stop and still, we'd never get tired of listening to the other speak. </div><div><br /></div><div>But you are definitely more than all those things I've mentioned. You are a God-fearing man, you're selfless, and you are loving. Your faith in God is inspiring, encouraging. You treat people with respect, no pretensions. Most of all, you love... Unconditionally.</div><div><br /></div><div>It seems like in my dreams, I'm different. A good kind of different. Because with you, I could sing like I've never sung before, I have the courage to face the fears I couldn't face, I think of my future with you. In my dreams, you and I share the same passion in life. We help each other out, both of us striving more so we could have the future we've always wanted. You and I love each other. Not for any other reason... We love each other just because we do.</div><div><br /></div><div>God is in the center of our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our families are the most important people in our lives. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finding ourselves in each other is a gift from above.</div><div><br /></div><div>I may not know who you are. Not yet, anyway. But rest assured, you'll find me and I'll realize you're the one. Because God meant it to be that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, let me love you in my dreams. And I will wait for you until the day we finally meet in reality.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-1393523925217701082010-06-17T21:46:00.003+08:002010-06-18T07:40:57.177+08:00Oh, the dream...<div>Here's a funny thing. At times, you are absolutely clueless on what to expect when it comes to life. More so, you'd never know what to expect when it comes to love. Truth of the matter is... life and love will always throw you curve balls. And it's up to you to either strike out or hit a home run.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lately, I've been having this recurring dream of being in love with this wonderful guy. In my dreams, we would walk around places holding hands, and him kissing my hand whenever he gets the chance. And when no one is looking, I'd hug him so tight and call him my "teddy bear". In my dreams, he would put his arm around me to give me that sense of comfort I've been longing for. The sound of his voice soothes me, there was that assurance that he'll be with me all the way. I could go on and on about how the dream replays in my sleep for the past few days. But the bottom line is that...it was in my dreams that I felt that "romance" I have been longing for.</div><div><br /></div><div>Longing. Probably because I've never been in a "romantic" relationship all my life and I yearn to feel that "hopeless romantic" phase in my life. Yes, the dreams may say that I am longing for that one relationship that could maybe "complete" me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know who the guy is. All I know from that dream is that he was perfect... perfect for me, that is. And God knows that I pray that in due time, I'd meet him soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's crazy. The truth is, one day, I'd like to wake up one morning and realize that I have fallen in love. I'd like to go through every day looking at the man who has made me feel this way, thinking how happy he has made me feel. Having that knowledge that I can spend the rest of my life with him. Knowing that I never have to worry about losing him because I am secured. One day, I'd like to know... just by looking through his eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-18745052363222654892010-06-11T04:34:00.003+08:002010-06-11T06:03:17.032+08:00Blogging Again.<div>It sure has been a long time since I last logged in my blog to post an entry. Too many things have happened over the past two months -- both good one and bad -- and I'm sorry I wasn't able to share those happenings with those of you who read my blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'm back and I'm sure going to update you on what's been happening.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's past 4 in the morning and though I'm not writing any articles for work at the moment, I had to wake up early to arrange the stuff I need to bring to take to today's photo shoot. Yes, there's another shoot happening and before I go to the studio, I have to go to Western Bicutan in Taguig to pick up something. But hey, no complaining here. At least I don't get to spend hours and hours stuck in the office. Hehehe.</div><div><br /></div><div>But you see, that's not exactly the real reason why I woke up so early. I'm supposed to have about 20 more minutes before I got up from bed. But I had this dream that has been recurring for the past week. And maybe it's my wishful thinking, that's why I've been having the dream I've been having.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to admit that it is a wonderful feeling that this dream brings to me. But whenever I wake up, it always makes me wonder... who it is that I am with in my dreams. It's frustrating -- not to see the face of the one I am with in those vivid dreams.</div><div><br /></div><div>Suddenly, I am reminded of the "Dream of Me." Perfect song. At least for this moment. I will share with you the dream I had...</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, let me leave you with this song...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_LALGvMlfU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_LALGvMlfU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-82813964968823532572010-04-12T22:20:00.002+08:002010-04-12T22:54:29.163+08:00On Going 24...<div>In just a couple of hours, I will be turning another year older. I'll be 24 soon as the clock strikes midnight. Well, okay, if we are to consider the exact time of my birth, then I'd have to say that I'll be 24 years old by 5:20 in the morning, hehehe. And so, another year will pass and a new year will arrive.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been going through my blog entries for the past year, along with my journal I have here in my room, and I have to say that the past 12 months of being a 23-year-old are the most memorable! When I turned 23 last year, I have to admit -- I didn't expect much. At the back of my mind, it's like I didn't really have anything to look forward to, except for family gatherings. But then, things fell into place that I never imagined. I went to Davao twice, I sang in front of an audience a couple of times, I went to 8 destinations in one week... and so much more!</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, it wasn't all about fun. When I turned 23 last year, I knew that I had a bigger responsibility, not only to myself but also to my family. Oh the responsibility. A lot of times, I am anxious about getting so much responsibility at work and at home. But at the end of the day, I realize that these responsibilities aren't just handed to me for no reason at all. People trust me. People have confidence in me that I can do it. And for that, I am grateful.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I give you reasons why I am so grateful for the past year, I can only summarize them in three words: family, friends, work. I don't think I can be this grown-up without them.</div><div><br /></div><div>You know, oddly enough, it's the first time in my 24 years of existence that I actually feel like I've really turned a year older. Before, birthdays didn't have this much impact on me, just because I felt that there's really no change when celebrating birthdays, except that it's a new number you write on paper when you're asked for your age. But then, this feeling of going on 24, I actually feel different. <i>Good</i> different. In the sense that, age is not just a number now. It's about taking in all those experiences you've had the year before and looking forward to the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, in a couple of hours, I will officially be 24 years old. Celebrate with me. Smile, have fun, eat a slice of cake for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy birthday to me!</div><div> </div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-31871989167767029522010-04-09T14:11:00.001+08:002010-04-09T14:12:33.965+08:00Birthday Surprise to Bez: Part 2!<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5459774d6a6b334e44593d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Birthday Surprise -- Part 2" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5459774d6a6b334e44593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Create your own <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/all/slideshows/index.html" target="_blank">slideshow design</a></td></tr></table><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-71410307211711089662010-04-08T01:39:00.000+08:002010-04-08T01:40:23.584+08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEZ!<object width="420" height="312" ><param name="movie" value="http://apps.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=2592185&showShareButton=true&showShareInitially=true&showOnlyShare=false&partnerId=1&invitationToken=" /></param><embed src="http://apps.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=2592185&showShareButton=true&showShareInitially=true&showOnlyShare=false&partnerId=1&invitationToken=" width="420" height="312" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-27153836356217694732010-03-06T12:17:00.003+08:002010-03-06T20:45:34.268+08:0024 Things to Do When I Turn 24.Here I am again, making yet another list. I'm turning another year older soon and I've been thinking of the things I want to do when I turn 24.<br /><ol><li>Go on a trip on my own (Batanes? Palawan? Marinduque? Hehehehe...)</li><li>Organize my closet (Need to get rid of some old stuff to make room for new ones)<br /></li><li>Buy one gadget I really love (Come on, laptop!)</li><li>Watch a play (Cats! Lea Salonga! Here I come! Hahahaha)</li><li>Go to a spa (Because I seriously need one)</li><li>Start writing a book (Because I think this would be the best time to write something that I hope will get published one day)</li><li>Reconnect with a childhood friend (Ate Iris, we <span style="font-style: italic;">seriously </span>need to see each other soon!)</li><li>Go on a weekend retreat (It's something I do every year)</li><li>Swap books with a friend (Since I don't really have the time to go out and buy them, hehe)</li><li>Start a travel blog (It's something I've been thinking about since last year)</li><li>Buy a friend coffee (Just one good deed to do for someone)</li><li>Buy a new pair of shoes (Something to wear for special occasions, hahaha!)</li><li>Try out a new cuisine (Hmmm...Where to?)</li><li>Record an album (Just for fun, hehe)</li><li>Ice skate at the SM Mall of Asia ice skating rink (It's been far too long since I did this)</li><li>Go bowling (Because I miss it already)</li><li>Go out of town with friends (Because we need a break from work)</li><li>Wear my knee-high boots (Probably when the rainy season comes)</li><li>Go somewhere abroad (Since I'm having my passport renewed this month)</li><li>Take random pictures everyday (It's a hard feat to accomplish but I'm going to do it)</li><li>Have a flatter tummy (Because I really need to)</li><li>Hug a friend (Just because)</li><li>Go on a photo shoot and be the model (Calling Wacky? Hahaha)</li><li>Go on a date (Hopefully with someone I really like)</li></ol>I can do this, yeah!<br /><br />Ciao,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-73515566488620166602010-03-06T00:29:00.007+08:002010-03-06T01:05:06.134+08:0038 Days. A Wishlist.<div>In just 38 days, I will be celebrating my 24th birthday. Oh yes -- I am turning a year older in a little over a month and I can't wait till that day comes. I don't know what's come over me that I'm looking forward to my birthday with so much excitement. I guess I'm just very much grateful for all the blessings I've received for the past year that I have no doubt that this year is just going to be as great, if not greater, than before. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, for today, I am posting my <b>birthday wishlist</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzB28TcDI/AAAAAAAABYA/CPPv5x0ixCw/s1600-h/clothes1.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzB28TcDI/AAAAAAAABYA/CPPv5x0ixCw/s200/clothes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189531488972850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzCLRbQII/AAAAAAAABYI/0TWoIl1Edc4/s1600-h/clothes2.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzCLRbQII/AAAAAAAABYI/0TWoIl1Edc4/s200/clothes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189536946274434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzChCrz_I/AAAAAAAABYQ/Hv-h7Lx6noo/s1600-h/clothes3.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzChCrz_I/AAAAAAAABYQ/Hv-h7Lx6noo/s200/clothes3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189542790025202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>clothing apparel</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Most of you know that I love clothes! And yes, it doesn't really hurt if I want some more of nice clothes. And right now, I'm really loving the styles shown above. Hehehe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezp_v8XiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/eQzaps_qX5A/s1600-h/stockings2.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezp_v8XiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/eQzaps_qX5A/s200/stockings2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190221047815714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzpXTTbII/AAAAAAAABaI/jW2qPPMo804/s1600-h/stockings1.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzpXTTbII/AAAAAAAABaI/jW2qPPMo804/s200/stockings1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190210190273666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezqs1FxpI/AAAAAAAABaY/FvY-qHF-hp0/s1600-h/stockings3.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezqs1FxpI/AAAAAAAABaY/FvY-qHF-hp0/s200/stockings3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190233148999314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>colored stockings</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Suddenly, I've been getting to urge to buy colored stockings. I was thinking of leggings but when I once wore leggings, I didn't like the feeling. Hahaha! Weird, I know. But I really like the colored stockings when I saw them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzNYYg94I/AAAAAAAABYo/Fx7YozX2WCI/s1600-h/Maybelline+BB+Cream.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzNYYg94I/AAAAAAAABYo/Fx7YozX2WCI/s200/Maybelline+BB+Cream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189729444231042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzNwOknsI/AAAAAAAABYw/WZLqfetW-Yo/s1600-h/Maybelline+Perfect+Concealer.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzNwOknsI/AAAAAAAABYw/WZLqfetW-Yo/s200/Maybelline+Perfect+Concealer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189735844978370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzOPtXkHI/AAAAAAAABY4/lffqv6KEmtc/s1600-h/maybelline_pure+foundation.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzOPtXkHI/AAAAAAAABY4/lffqv6KEmtc/s200/maybelline_pure+foundation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189744295645298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Maybelline cosmetics</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I absolutely love Maybelline cosmetic products! And if the giver would think what Maybelline product I'd like, I hope to get the <b>Maybelline Clear Smooth Minerals B.B. Cream</b>, or <b>Maybelline Perfect Concealer</b> or the <b>Maybelline Pure Foundation Mineral</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzOtdXJ7I/AAAAAAAABZA/kjPVAN-8jBg/s1600-h/mineral+cheekcolour.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzOtdXJ7I/AAAAAAAABZA/kjPVAN-8jBg/s200/mineral+cheekcolour.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189752281573298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Body Shop</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Obviously, I like mineral cosmetics since it's smoother, more natural and long-lasting than regular make up. From The Body Shop is <b>Nature's Mineral Cheek Colour</b> and I have to say, it's absolutely divine!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzeBsHBkI/AAAAAAAABZo/y5PapvkL4tQ/s1600-h/tumblers.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzeBsHBkI/AAAAAAAABZo/y5PapvkL4tQ/s200/tumblers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190015410177602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Starbucks tumbler</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">When did the Starbucks tumbler ever leave my list? Hahaha! I just love collecting them. No, I don't have lots of it. I have two. But I wouldn't really mind adding another one to my "collection."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezcw4IPxI/AAAAAAAABZQ/9G-PONViMyI/s1600-h/bridges+of+madison+county+dvd.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezcw4IPxI/AAAAAAAABZQ/9G-PONViMyI/s200/bridges+of+madison+county+dvd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189993717317394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Bridges of Madison County</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's absolutely one of my most favorite romance stories of all time! Ever since I watched it when movies were still on VHS tapes, I just fell in love with it. Now, <b>The Bridges of Madison County DVD</b> is a must-have for me. I've been looking for it everywhere and can't find a copy. Always out of stock. Can somebody please buy this one for me?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzDNs4YLI/AAAAAAAABYg/r5JNgsbgwVg/s1600-h/kellyshades.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzDNs4YLI/AAAAAAAABYg/r5JNgsbgwVg/s200/kellyshades.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189554778169522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzC1wyIeI/AAAAAAAABYY/W3DRf8Cbeps/s1600-h/mackayshades.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzC1wyIeI/AAAAAAAABYY/W3DRf8Cbeps/s200/mackayshades.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189548352086498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fly Shades</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I recently lost my one and only pair of shades of 5 years during a trip with friends so now I'm hoping to get a new one. The <b>Kelly </b>or <b>Mackay</b> shades from <b>Fly Shades</b> are really nice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzpHdkfRI/AAAAAAAABaA/JEywLnGLpIg/s1600-h/shoes3.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzpHdkfRI/AAAAAAAABaA/JEywLnGLpIg/s200/shoes3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190205938367762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzolMkSzI/AAAAAAAABZ4/H8UXeCGpxG8/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzolMkSzI/AAAAAAAABZ4/H8UXeCGpxG8/s200/shoes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190196740246322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzeYlPxcI/AAAAAAAABZw/wu86tRNf5jQ/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzeYlPxcI/AAAAAAAABZw/wu86tRNf5jQ/s200/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190021555406274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Shoes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shoes will forever be a part of my favorite things! I'm running out of footwear with heels so I'm hoping to get a pair or two. Hahaha! Nice flat sandals would also do. They need not be from Fifliarina or M. Nicole. They just have to be comfortable shoes to wear. Shoes that don't break easily. Hehehe. Remember, I'm a <b>size 9</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezdmt7DRI/AAAAAAAABZg/1dJpvvFqRa8/s1600-h/lovely+perfume.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezdmt7DRI/AAAAAAAABZg/1dJpvvFqRa8/s200/lovely+perfume.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190008170024210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzdQwnkhI/AAAAAAAABZY/Am6ktwHeX9M/s1600-h/elizabeth+ardengreen+tea.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzdQwnkhI/AAAAAAAABZY/Am6ktwHeX9M/s200/elizabeth+ardengreen+tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445190002275750418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Perfumes</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Lovely by Sarah Jessica Parker </b>and <b>Elizabeth Arden Green Tea</b> are two of my favorite perfumes! Though I'm currently using Lancome's Oui, I do hope that I'd get either of them. Hehe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzPBWERSI/AAAAAAAABZI/H7ezm_rQrAQ/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5EzPBWERSI/AAAAAAAABZI/H7ezm_rQrAQ/s200/necklace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445189757619684642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Necklace</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've had my "Margie" necklace for two years now and I love every bit of it. This may be a little over the top...but can I have a necklace that says "Maggie"? Hehehe... I really want to have that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, there you go. My birthday wishlist...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hehehe...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qIWZr0-IcY/S5Ezp_v8XiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/eQzaps_qX5A/s1600-h/stockings2.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I can't wait till I turn 24!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao,</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-79270052591583185712010-02-25T04:55:00.003+08:002010-02-25T05:24:29.664+08:004:55 AM.I woke up at 3:00 in the morning when I heard three clicking sounds coming from my iPhone. Yeah, I'm a light sleeper these days. Those three clicks actually meant that someone was sending me a message via my Yahoo! Messenger. Somebody was "kind" enough to wake me up so early in the morning. Hahahaha! You're such a good friend. Hehe. Going back to sleep was hard. And so, after 30 minutes of unsuccessful tries, I have decided to turn on my laptop and do some research for work. And now, I am blogging.<br /><br />Yesterday has been pretty eventful. Tons of work, as usual, but I could still manage. I was prepping up for an interview I had to do for the magazine. Truth be told, I was fidgety for fear that I might be a loss for words -- considering my interviewee for the day was <span style="font-weight: bold;">Borgy Manotoc</span>. I had that anxiety that I might run out of English words while talking to him. Hahaha! Fortunately, the interview went really well.<br /><br />It was actually fun interviewing Borgy. There were interviews I did before that just felt like it <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> an interview. My encounter with Borgy was like a casual conversation. It helps when the topic you're talking about is something you're also pretty much familiar with. It would have been hard to interview him if all I had about the topic of our interview was research-based.<br /><br />Hmm... I should really get some rest. I've been experiencing headaches since two days ago, which won't seem to go away despite drinking <span style="font-style: italic;">mefenamic acid</span>. Maybe it's because I've been waking up so early in the morning. Oh well...<br /><br />Ciao!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-519952434487304722010-02-19T15:30:00.006+08:002010-02-23T17:11:44.347+08:00Random Blogging.<div>It's 3:30 in the afternoon on a Friday and surprisingly, I'm not that swamped with work like the past few days. Today, I am totally aware of the time -- which meant that I actually ate on time. When I got back to the office, not so much happening. I've a lot of things to write, yes, but nothing to stress about. It's actually rare that I get to be so...un-busy. Hehehehe.</div><div><br /></div><div>So ok, here I am blogging. Looking over my shoulder from time to time, cautious that someone might see me logged in my Blogger account. Haha! I look at my to-do list for the day and five out of five things I list down I'll do have been highlighted, which means I have finally done the task. Wow! Seriously, I don't get to experience this often since I started working. Oh well, might as well enjoy the "free" time.</div><div><br /></div><div>All right. We're about to end the second month of the year, and believe it or not, things are already going so much better than what I had planned it to be. I guess the realization just hit me when I got back from my trips to wherever. Haha! Two months in, and already I've made a lot of new friends, been to nine destinations already and have gone out with friends for four times. I'm loving it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Work, as always, has been super hectic, of course. Lots of schedules, lots of interviews, lots of things to do. They say, it's all about time management. Well, as a dear friend once said, "It's not time management. It's the <i>art of eliminating tasks.</i>" Thanks to him, I think I've gotten the hang of eliminating tasks. Hehehehe...</div><div><br /></div><div>Now what? Well, ok...this may seem a little over-the-top, but in <b>53 days</b>, I am celebrating my 24th birthday! Crazy, right? I admit it. But hey...I'm just really excited about turning a year older. There's something about turning 24 that makes me really ecstatic to celebrate. Like last year, I will be preparing a mini buffet for my officemates. Hehe. I already have a menu in mind but let me keep it to myself. I don't want to spoil the fun for my officemates.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I turned 23 last year, I told everyone that it's the best -- and I do mean the best -- celebration so far! And I have this feeling that this year's going to be even better than the last. This early on, my mom has been telling me of her birthday wish for me. For some, you might know what that wish is already. For those who don't, just wait till it's my birthday. Then I'll tell you all about it. Hahahaha!</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me take this time to express my gratitude to the blessings that have happened to me for the past two months. Some of the wonderful blessings I have received are:</div><div><ol><li>Getting the DVD special collector's edition of one of my all time favorite movies, Forrest Gump <i>("Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.") <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i> -- </i>I swear, this has got to be the most expensive gift I've gotten from anyone outside the family</span></i></li><li>Celebrating Mam Delza's and Ms. Mons' birthdays at Cafe La Carmela with the LEP and InFlight family <i>(Yeah, it was definitely a blast!)</i></li><li>Pepper Lunch date with Jan and Det <i>(The monthly bonding moments commence...when's our next date?) -- </i>Who's next? Jan? Where to? Hehehe...</li><li>Bonding sessions with Alla and Euki <i>(Let's get together as much as possible, all right? Hehehehe... you know I miss you terribly!) -- </i>When's our next date, girls? Haha!</li><li>Lakbay Norte <i>(This is one of the biggest highlights of my first two months in 2010! The best experience, so far!) -- </i>I've gained new friends and I can't wait to see them soon. When's our next night out?</li><li>Getting free Starbucks drinks for two separate weeks <i>(Oh I just love the iced soy caramel macchiatto!)</i> -- Just before I went to participate in the Lakbay Norte media tour and just as I am about to go to another business trip, I am getting my favorite customized drink! Oh how wonderful it is to be a regular in Starbucks!</li></ol><div>Yes, yes, yes! I am definitely one happy person. Hahahaha! Despite not celebrating Valentine's day (because I opted to celebrate Chinese New Year with the family), everything's great!</div><div><br /></div><div>All right, it's time to go back to work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao!</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522357069756734249.post-8804072044529076352010-02-11T07:07:00.003+08:002010-02-11T07:48:53.214+08:00Before Working.It's past 7 o'clock in the morning and I am on standby for my editor's email. Just last night, I have been told to do an interview with Victor Consunji for our InPerson department. It's one of the departments I don't handle. Interviews are usually done by my editor. But due to some conflict in schedule, she has passed on the responsibility to me.<br /><br />I was surprised, honestly. Surprised because I didn't feel like I could really do so well interviewing for the InPerson. But my editor's vote of confidence really gave me the boost I need: "Peanuts <span style="font-style: italic;">lang yan sayo.</span>"<br /><br />So right now, I'm prepping myself for the stuff I'll be doing for the day. Interview, transcribe, write, write, write. Hehehe. In general, that's what I'll be doing.<br /><br />Ok. I need to go and do some ironing now.<br /><br />Ciao!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/256/286A1289EEB36C13ED65C9CA970BF77E.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04748634427859354746noreply@blogger.com0