<?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-8027033</id><updated>2011-09-16T11:10:51.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortuitous encounters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>415</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-115197854281617895</id><published>2006-07-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:02:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved indefinitely to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fortuitousencounters.wordpress.com"&gt;fortuitousencounters.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-115197854281617895?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/115197854281617895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=115197854281617895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/115197854281617895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/115197854281617895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/07/moved-indefinitely-to.html' title='moved indefinitely to...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114929507145229438</id><published>2006-06-03T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:37:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jots of randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm finally done organizing the posts on my &lt;a href="http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt; account (I got it the other day, June 1) so this could be my last post here. :P hehehe  Ang galing! It only took me a 3 days to finish all 400something posts though it got boring at a point so there might be some unrelated posts associated to a category. hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we finally figured the case of the auto hide/show rows. Yay!  It probably would have taken us longer to finish it if not for the Account Manager's follow-up email. :)  This week had been one of the loooongest but it's over now and what we have to deal with next week doesn't seem to be as intimidating.  Btw, I officially don't have to tandim anymore. Weeeeeh!!!  Ji had transferred to our team and will be taking over my post though most of my unfinished tasks had been assigned to Ross.  Oh, there's a new developer too.  Wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sharon'll be leaving us tomorrow... :( meaning Det'll be the only person around to take care of the dogs. hehehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The other day, I heard some people chattering about while looking around the house.  Turns out that they were here for an ocular and are actually considering buying the house!  Geez!  And we didn't even know that my mom really had plans of selling.  The last time she talked about moving out was over a year ago and I didn't think that she was serious.  If they'll be able to agree on the terms and the price, we might have to move out and rent for a couple of months or at least until her plans of having a new one built materialize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow's another workshop day for me.  Eek!  When will I ever understand and love accounting?!  I might have to pass up on the last day of workshop which incidentally's the day of the orientation as well next Sunday.  We'll see, though I've already told my supervisor at work that I'll be coming in tomorrow instead of Friday. I'm still not sure if I'd be able to join my sister and mom next weekend.  I have my fingers (and toes) crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After 6 loooong months, I've finally finished Anansi Boys.  I actually read the first 4 chapters late last year, at the time when I was still looking for work but I got so busy and I never got the chance to get back to it after I started working.  I got a phone call at around 11am yesterday and I never got to sleep again afterwards.  Ang galing!  Natapos ko. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to tryout for UPM but I'm afraid that my weak lungs'll stop me.  I'm thinking of jogging every morning to prepare myself for it.  I MIGHT start Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have I ranted about HOW MUCH I HATE DRIVING AT NIGHT lately?  Hay!  I hate those huge trucks and buses whose drivers feel like they own the road.  Same goes with those horribly careless jeepney drivers I share the road with when I drive after 9am.  Geez!  The only time I get to cruise EDSA's at 6-8am when driving's a breeze. hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, mom's here.  I feel like swimming today, I think I'm going to drag her to Cavite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114929507145229438?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114929507145229438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114929507145229438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114929507145229438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114929507145229438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/06/jots-of-randomness.html' title='jots of randomness'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114912444499655108</id><published>2006-06-01T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:22:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I've noticed &lt;a href="http://agam-agam.blogspot.com"&gt;Don&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114869787315220964"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; on one of my previous entries earlier but I was too preoccupied with other things then. Anyway, here's my life's top 10 simple pleasures: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my fill of great food, it doesn't matter whether it be street food (turon, carioca, isaw, kwekwek, dirty icecream, green mangoes with bagoong, candied/fresh ripe tamarind, etc.) Chinese food (DIMSUM above all else), seafood, a simple home-cooked meal or something from a new place I discovered with him.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good night's sleep which is now a rarity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday lunch/dinner with the whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relaxing trip to the beach or even a dip in a pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving letters/packages from the mail. (snail mail rocks!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering new places, learning new things, meeting more friends. Making the world seem smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting and giving out bone-crushing hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting messages/phone calls/mail/presents/surprises/email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out. It doesn't really matter where we go or what we talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those three little words and knowing for sure that it was said with sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... sobrang obvious na lonely a.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not back to my abnormally perky self and I really can't think of a list of people to tag, so if you're reading this and you feel like coming up with a list yourself, then by all means, do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114912444499655108?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114912444499655108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114912444499655108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114912444499655108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114912444499655108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114904051300328359</id><published>2006-05-31T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:22:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That was how I felt when the speaker started babbling about bad debts, marketable securities, NVR, and everything accounting during Sunday's workshop. My thoughts ended up flying elsewhere.  I couldn't help it.  And I bet I wasn't alone.  It just became interesting when FOB came into the picture and the once oddly quiet room, sprung into life after the "shipping/import/export experts" started questioning the proper inclusions of goods in transport (which, err.. you might have guessed, wasn't really an important part of the topic)  Hay nako! Pero shempre, once a person hears something familiar during a dull and boring lecture, it catches his attention and keeps him on his feet.  Pero if I were them, I wouldn't dare interrupt and embarrass the lecturer who, just gave an example just so she could show her point.  She handled it gracefully though, so much better than I would have taken it if I were in her shoes.  The Accounting workshop didn't end that afternoon though.  Second part's this Sunday.  Hayayay!  You have no idea how fervently I'm praying for a take-home quiz instead of having it there.  Hirap kasi.  At least at home, I have my dad, plus I'd have more time to think. hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I felt the same thing when I saw a dent by the passenger window of the car after having lunch that same day.  A girl, probably a few years older than I am, who seemed to be a sampaguita vendor as well, asked me if she could look after the car, I declined because I didn't want to waste her time since I was only carrying P50 then and I was afraid that I won't be able to give her anything when I get back (buti na lang lunch was just P38! phew!) is my only suspect of said vandalism.  Hay!  Ang labo!  Hardly anybody here can take your honesty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What happened late last week also left me confused and dumbfound.  Okay.  I don't get the point as to why it got out of proportions.  We hardly got to exchange messages and opportunity to IM was limited but it still ended with me in a limbo.  It's been almost a week now and he still hasn't decided on anything.  Kung gusto, 'di gusto, kung ayaw, ayaw. Mahirap ba yon? At ako naman, bat ko pa ba siya inaantay?  Hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And earlier, gosh, left me a headache!  I really couldn't get to a fix for the bug.  Geez!  And I thought that the app was working perfectly before I left for home yesterday morning.  Ack!  Yes, I wasn't able to nap at work last night. :(  Boohoo!  Hopefully, we could crack it later.  I'm now hating proggramatically created tables and calling them during function unrelated onclick events.  Am I still making sense here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not, probably is time to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114904051300328359?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114904051300328359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114904051300328359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114904051300328359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114904051300328359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114869787315220964</id><published>2006-05-27T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:29:50.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This week didn't turn out to be as great as I would have wanted it to be.  Hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really should start keeping a gratitude/blessings bloggy which'll hopefully lift my spirits up during times like this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O sya, I'm extremely exhausted.  tulog na... baboosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114869787315220964?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114869787315220964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114869787315220964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114869787315220964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114869787315220964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/pfft.html' title='Pfft!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114861729737994614</id><published>2006-05-26T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:21:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes. I can be one unreasonable b*tch.  Deal with it, or leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114861729737994614?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114861729737994614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114861729737994614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114861729737994614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114861729737994614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114861409589868003</id><published>2006-05-26T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:24:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't we really have love for the Philippines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I got this forwarded email and I couldn't help but nod in agreement... and yes, I think I am guilty too.  I do love the Philippines but I am hardly doing anything to alleviate her from poverty and my future plans are all about fending for myself and my family as most Filipinos do.  I guess this has something to do with how family-centric we all have been brought up.  Yes, there's nothing wrong with that, but most of us tend to focus too much on giving the best to our loved ones, leading to unattended social issues and diminished sense of patriotism.  So when will we have time for her?  Or better yet, when will I have time for her? Hay.. Hirap! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, we have plenty of Koreans currently studying in the Philippines to take advantage of our cheaper tuition fees and learn English at the same time. This is an essay written by a Korean  student that I want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Short Essay about the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Jaeyoun Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos always complain about the corruption in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think the corruption is the problem of the Philippines? I do not think so. I strongly believe that the problem is the lack of love for the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first talk about my country, Korea. It might help you understand my point. After the Korean War, South Korea was one of the poorest  countries in the world. Koreans had&lt;br /&gt;to start from scratch because entire country was destroyed completely after the Korean War, and we had no  natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koreans used to talk about the Philippines, for Filipinos were very rich in Asia. We envy Filipinos. Koreans really wanted to be well off like Filipinos. Many Koreans died of famine.&lt;br /&gt;My father's brother also died because of famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean government was awfully corrupt and is still very corrupt beyond your imagination, but Korea was able to develop dramatically because  Koreans really did their best for the&lt;br /&gt;common good with their heart burning with patriotism. Koreans did not work just&lt;br /&gt;for themselves but also for their neighborhood and country. Education inspired young men with the spirit of patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 years ago, President Park took over the government to reform Korea. He tried to borrow money from other countries, but it was not possible to get a loan and attract a foreign&lt;br /&gt;investment because the economy situation of South Korea was so bad. Korea had only three&lt;br /&gt;factories. So, President Park sent many mine workers and nurses to Germany so that they could send money to Korea to build a factory. They had to go through a horrible experience.&lt;br /&gt;In 1964, President Park visited Germany to borrow money. Hundred of Koreans in Germany&lt;br /&gt;came to the airport to welcome him and cried there as they saw the President Park. They asked to him, "President, when can we be well off?" That was the only question everyone asked to him. President Park cried with them and promised them that Korea would be well off&lt;br /&gt;if everyone works hard for Korea, and the President of Germany got the strong impression on them and lent money to Korea. So, President Park was able to build many factories in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always asked Koreans to love their country from their heart. Many Korean scientists and engineers in the USA came back to Korea to help  developing country because they wanted their country to be well off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they received very small salary, they did their best for Korea. They always hoped that their children would live in well off country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents always brought me to the places where poor and physically handicapped people live. They wanted me to understand their life and help them. I also worked for Catholic Church when I was in the army. The only thing I learned from Catholic Church was&lt;br /&gt;that we have to love our neighborhood. And I have loved my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried for the Philippines? I have cried for my country several times. I also cried for the Philippines because of so many poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to the New Bilibid prison. What made me sad in the prison were the prisoners who do not have any love for their country. They go to mass and work for Church. They&lt;br /&gt;pray everyday.&lt;br /&gt;However, they do not love the Philippines. I talked to two prisoners at the maximum security compound, and both of them said that they would leave the Philippines right after they are&lt;br /&gt;released from the prison. They said that they would start a new life in other countries and never come back to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Koreans have a great love for Korea so that we were able to share our wealth with our neighborhood. The owners of factory and company were distributed their profit to their&lt;br /&gt;employees fairly so that employees could buy what they needed and saved money for the&lt;br /&gt;future and their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Korea, I had a very strong faith and wanted to be a priest. However, when I came to the Philippines, I completely lost my  faith. I was very confused when I saw many&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable situations in the Philippines. Street kids always make me sad, and I see them&lt;br /&gt;everyday. The Philippines is the only Catholic country in Asia, but there are too many poor people here. People go to church every Sunday to  pray, but nothing has been changed. My&lt;br /&gt;parents came to the Philippines last week and saw this situation. They told me that Korea was much  poorer than the present Philippines when they were young. They are  so sorry that there so many beggars and street kids. When we went to Pasangjan, I forced my parents to take a boat because it would fun. However, they were not happy after taking a boat.&lt;br /&gt;They said that they  would not take the boat again because they were sympathized the boat&lt;br /&gt;men, for the boat men were very poor and had a small frame. Most of people just took a boat and enjoyed it. But my parents did not enjoy it because of love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother who has been working for Catholic Church since I was very young told me that if we just go to mass without changing ourselves, we  are not Catholic indeed. Faith should come with action. She added that I have to love Filipinos and do good things for them because all of us are  same and have received a great love from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Filipinos to love their neighborhood and country as much as they love God so that the Philippines will be well off. I am sure that love is the keyword which Filipinos should remember. We cannot change the sinful structure at once. It should start from person.&lt;br /&gt;Love must start in everybody in a small scale and have to grow. A lot of things happen if we open up to love. Let's put away our prejudices and look at our worries with our new eyes. I discover that every person is worthy to be loved. Trust in love, because it makes changes possible. Love changes you and me. It changes people, contexts and relationships. It changes the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love your neighborhood and country. Jesus Christ said that whatever we do to others we do to Him. In the Philippines, there is God for people who are abused and abandoned. There is God who is crying for love. If you have a child, teach them how to love the Philippines. Teach them why they have to love their neighborhood and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know that God also will be very happy if you love others. That's all I really want to ask you Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;Is the Philippines worth crying for.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will shed tears for the Motherland?&lt;br /&gt;Who will lend a hand to lift her spirit,&lt;br /&gt;to hold the lonely Flag that symbolize her name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114861409589868003?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114861409589868003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114861409589868003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114861409589868003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114861409589868003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-we-really-have-love-for.html' title='Don&apos;t we really have love for the Philippines?'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114851861846504512</id><published>2006-05-25T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:17:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't go with them to Galera. Wala lang... and it seems like the one other trip that I had been looking forward to (since we already have tickets and I sort of assumed that it can NEVER EVER be cancelled) won't push through. Hay... wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I haven't done anything exciting lately. :(  And work's starting to get boring but it was nice to know that Julie and I share the same sentiments... hahaha wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Looks like everybody's got time on their hands and have got nothing better to do other than logging on to and surfing friendster.  wala lang... I was just surprised when I noticed it... 200 people?  It's not even the end of the month yet. lol.  They probably have blocked me off after they've noticed that my page is boring. :P wala lang...  And at least 5 guys have left me messages too.  Nyay!  Did I suddenly turn into someone interesting and eye catching overnight?  I don't think so... oh well.. wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I woke up yesterday, feeling like watching xmen3 but I had nobody to watch it with. :(  hay... wala lang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What is up with Sitti?!  There are quite a number of guys at work who have morphed into Sitti fan club recruiters, convincing everyone to become Sitti-zens and are ever present to almost all her gigs.  hahaha  Grabe ever!  Yeah, there are songs that she does sing well, but aside from that, I can't really notice anything exceptional about her. Wala lang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Marky has sort of blocked off my Monday evening so we could all go watch a movie.. I think he's still eyeing da vinci code but I just got a meeting invite this morning for Monday evening.  We'll have the monthly team dinner daw at 7 followed by the meeting.  So which one do I go to kaya?  movie? free food? movie? free food? wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've just finished skimming through this post and it has kind of annoyed me... wala lang. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114851861846504512?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114851861846504512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114851861846504512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114851861846504512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114851861846504512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114808554773420363</id><published>2006-05-20T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:09:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem solved</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God is good indeed!  Remember that incident which left me crying my eyes out on my birthday?  (Oo na.. babaw ko pero sobra naman kasi.. nasaktan talaga ko. :P) Well, I won't ever have to go through that again!  And I don't even have to quit work!  Yay!!!  The other day, Bryan asked us, Julie and I, if we want to work on the development project full-time!  And who am I to say no?!  hahaha.. So cool!  Now we don't need to support to applications we're not really familiar with plus we get to do more development related tasks.  Yay!!!!  Best part of it is I won't have to deal with him or any one of them anymore, since we'll be reporting to the project lead from the Solutions group (versus the Development group where they belong.. hehehe ). :P  It seems like they were pleased with how we did with the AdCenter, regardless of how ignorant we were when we started, and because of that, they'll be bringing in more applications for us. :) So yeah, I'm pretty much back to my contented-working-girl-self again. :)  Whoopee! Thank you Lord! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114808554773420363?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114808554773420363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114808554773420363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114808554773420363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114808554773420363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/problem-solved.html' title='Problem solved'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114808623620804544</id><published>2006-05-20T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:54:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naiinis ako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't want to go to Puerto Galera tomorrow.  It's the time of the month kasi, worst, it's my first day, and I know that I won't enjoy my stay.  (Kasi I won't get to dive, snorkel or swim!) Hay! :( Besides, I've already been there!  Anong gagawin ko dun? Tatanga?!  Hay nako!  Why can't she move it again kasi?!  Dahil ngayong weekend na lang pwede yung bf nya?!  Kainis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114808623620804544?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114808623620804544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114808623620804544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114808623620804544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114808623620804544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/naiinis-ako.html' title='Naiinis ako...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114780007026662087</id><published>2006-05-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:46:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One extraordinarily ordinary Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wish I had started doing this ages ago.  In any case, any year's a good enough year.  Check out what I did last year &lt;a href="http://katherina.multiply.com/photos/album/31"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I normally sleep through the day then head for work before 9 or 10... whichever hour I will have started for the week. hahahaha :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Track back to Monday afternoon.  I left home a few minutes past 4.  Headed to church to say a little prayer but I ended up staying longer than I've planned.  I was engrossed with watching little kids' Confirmation orientation.  Observing them made me realise how much I could do to help out and if I really can commit myself to volunteer somewhere.  With so much going on right now, I'm not really sure if I'd be able to do it.  As much as possible, I don't want to commit to something that I have to break away from later on.  :(  Anyway, when he told me that he was already in the area, I drove off to meet him up then headed to Greenhills to meet up with his sister.  I told her I'd take her to Diver's Point (that was where I got my wetsuit) earlier.  We looked around while waiting for her.  I badly wanted to get myself another pair of swimwear but I didn't find any there.  We had dinner at Popeye's before heading off to Wilson.  The shop was almost closed when we got there, good thing the owner was gracious enough to let us in and look around. :)  After that, we dropped her off in EDSA then headed for work, where I parked. hehehe  We walked to Gale afterwards so I could get myself a microwavable bowl I can use with cooking the instant noodles I hoarded last Saturday.  We looked around for swimsuits again but I didn't find anything nice, comfortable and affordable enough. He walked me back to my building then headed off to work himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday wasn't really a great week starter for me.  I came in, a few minutes before 9pm, clad in black pedal pushers and a pink polo shirt paired with my favorite black thongs forgetting about the client call, and armed with the microwave safe bowl I bought myself as a birthday present, not knowing how I could sneak into my cube with the foreign clients blocking our aisle. haha... You should have seen how awkward I looked! I did manage to settle in myself but before I can even start checking inbox, Bryan, with the CCM and clients in tow, approaches my cubicle asking me if I could show them infreeda.  I'm not foolish enough to show them the project which was crying for aesthical enhancements! :P  I blurted that I don't have a copy of the whole thing on my machine instead.  :)  Anyway, he said it was all good afterwards.  I didn't know that he had asked Julie for a demo earlier and that the application's already on visual source safe.  Oh well.  That doesn't end there.  I had to consult with a developer from there again.  Maybe I just don't get cultural diffrences and I misinterpreted him, but how he treated me last night was unexpected!  He's normally cheerful and helpful but not this time.  I felt like he was mocking me the whole time.  I wish I had the transcript of our conversation here with me so I could paste it here.  I have never thought that I'd ever get to work or even meet someone as mean!  I ended up crying the whole night and was even determined to give up work because of him, until Knoll shook me to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00500.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got off work at about 8am and drove off to Eastwood to fetch him and off we went to Han Pao for brunch!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00507.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I probably gained 5lbs from that huge plate of Noodle Feast, those awesome fried dumplings and spicy chicken feet. :P  Of course, I didn't finish them all off myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00518.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00518.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We drove off to the Land Transportation Office's branch here in Dapitan St. to have my license renewed.  I probably spend a good 2 hours there but I bet it would have been worst if I went to the main office. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00519.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, we went back to GH so I could buy me some swimwear! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We passed by Popeye's before heading home for that quick Biscuit fix.  (They ran out of biscuits the night before which left us craving earlier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Want some yummy biscuits? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00524.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got home at around 3pm, called my dad at work, who had been constantly checking on me, to tell him that I was already home. I probably fell asleep a few minutes afterwards.  I probably woke up at 8 for dinner. My mommy bought some birthday noodles, cake, grilled milkfish and porkchop, and some leche flan. I just didn't had the chance to take pictures 'cause I was too sleepy to think clearly. :P My mom asked me if I were going to work, I said I didn't know, then she suggested that I just stay home, and I did. :P But I guess my friends didn't think I'd take the night off, Knoll sent me an SMS telling me that Bryan got me a cake (nyahaha.. don't ask me why, I have no idea either, maybe he just recently thought of giving every celebrant a cake on their birthday and it just so happen that I'm the first on the list. :P) but I was already here in bed then, too lazy to even stand up. hahaha Besides, my tummy's still hurting from all the food I ate today. Anyway, that was it. 'Til next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114780007026662087?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114780007026662087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114780007026662087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114780007026662087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114780007026662087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-extraordinarily-ordinary-tuesday.html' title='One extraordinarily ordinary Tuesday'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114766564108876841</id><published>2006-05-15T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:51:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Nani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00494.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caloy had been such a menace but his power's not enough to completely ruin my weekend! hahaha :P  Yesterday, we, my siblings with my dad, drove off to Laguna to join Nani's 6th birthday celebration.  Having a private pool/resort rented there could already be considered as a summer tradition of the Sy's though yesterday was my first time to tag along.  I wish mom had been there too though, considering that it was mother's day as well.  She had to drive her officemates to Lucena for the Pahiyas festival.  I was suppose to come with her but then the possibility of getting back here Tuesday morning came up and since I can't miss work, I chose to go to Laguna instead.  Aside from that, a lot of our other relatives weren't able to make it. It would have been better if they had been there but I guess it was okay. Everybody had fun, even my dad enjoyed swimming, something that he hadn't been able to do in a while.  Plus, the food was great!  I ate so much, I thought my tummy'll rupture. hahahaha  I had fun swimming with my little cousins and niece too.  Faith was great, she wasn't that scared of the water and she enjoyed kicking a lot. :P  Wish Nani was as enthusiastic as she is at trying it in the deeper portions of the pool.  She ended up staying by the shallow end all day though armed with an inner tube. hehehe  By the way, I've posted more photos &lt;a href="http://katherina.multiply.com/photos/album/94" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Puerto update:  It had been moved to the 21st. :)  I hope there won't be any more typhoons this coming weekend.  I don't want it ruined again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114766564108876841?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114766564108876841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114766564108876841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114766564108876841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114766564108876841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-nani.html' title='happy birthday Nani!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114752059988647249</id><published>2006-05-13T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:04:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April/May Goals/Resolutions update!</title><content type='html'>I hadn't had a the time to do this last month... and well, since I'm stuck here at home with hardly anything to do, I decided to just take a look at this ever evolving list of goals and what nots for the year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;get myself a master's degree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrollment's in a few weeks!  I need to attend a couple of workshops first though.  But yeah, everything's looking good.  Umm.. as for that UK thing, I might try out there as soon as I take and pass IELTS/TOEFL. This won't be striken off though until I get my degree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;exercise! my hamstrings are too short, I can't even stretch properly! grrr...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. sorry.  I've been such a slob.  UNhealthy living had reigned over these past few months.  Thanks to that 8-hour desk job that sometimes morphs into a 10-22hour thing!  It seems like everything's back to normal though, I might just start going to the gym.  Det doesn't like to play badminton with me anymore. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;go to at least 3 NEW places/provinces/islands in the Philippines I haven't been to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to wait for that trip to Cebu and Bohol for this.  I could have gone to another diving destionation in Puerto but no, Caloy had to screw up everything.  :(  Next, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;travel outside the Philippines at least once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay!  Here we go again.  Because of those series of workshops, I might need to skip that trip to Sing my mom had been planning these past few months.  :(  But I'm still planning to go to whereever within the year.  Thailand? Palau?  Maybe, Malaysia.  Who knows?  I still have 6 more months to plan and hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;learn how to scuba dive.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one won't ever get off my list.  I don't want to forget about diving just because I'm already certified. I need to hone my diving skills, have to learn how to equalize better or at least prevent my nose's capillaries from rupturing everytime I dive!  Nosebleeds suck!  Our C-card's on our way and we already have a temp C-card just in case.  Yay to us!  I finally got us our very own wetsuits and for a really good deal!  I only spent P5,200 for a pair.  :)  I just hope we can dive again before Summer ends.  Have I mentioned that I totally am hating the weather?!  Again, Screw CALOY!  Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;at least start learning a new language.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(a new programming language too if possible.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of had a crash course on ASP.NET and C#.NET!  hahaha.. Thanks to Google, Rvin, Tris and some other cool C# forums, we managed to pull the first installment of the project off!  Phew!  I'm still learning though, give me a few more months and I could probably stand on my own already.  Weehee!  Next in line's French.  Let's learn it together! :)  (I won't strike this out 'til I'm confident with them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;keep my job (and get a promotion. hahahaha...)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to keep my job and now am safe of being fired. :P  But my performance was probably mediocre since he thinks it was just satisfactory.  Oh well.  As long as I'm doing my job and I'm getting paid, I won't complain. :P  I'm trashing that promotion hype.  I was appraised, I got a raise, though it was very minimal, but a raise a raise right?  Let's just leave it as that. Period. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;meet and befriend at least 10 new people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I should still continuously reach out and befriend people around me.  I know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;improve posture. no more slouching. :( I don't want to be paralyzed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, note to self.  why do I always have to be reminded?!  Hallur KATE!??! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;fast! cleanse my body!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I've lost 20lbs in 6months and am considered as underweight at 120lbs since I'm standing at 5'6 1/2" So I probably won't be doing this anytime soon.  I don't want to lose more weight.  According to my mom, I look too pale and unhealthy already and hardly getting any sleep and finding it hard to sqeeze in meals during the day's not helping at all.  As soon as gain back at least 5lbs, I might do that Lemon Cleanse thing, Candice showed me online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;save up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I haven't really started with this.  I had to spend on the wetsuits, among others! hahahaha  Plus I don't really know how I'm going to tell my mom that I'm planning to reduce the amount I'd been giving her since I started working again.  Aside from that, enrollment's in a few weeks, so I have to raise money for that, and &lt;b&gt;I WANT TO GO SKYDIVING S-O-O-N!&lt;/b&gt; meaning a large chunk of moolah needs to be channelled there too.  Here's the plan though.  P5k for mommy every payday or  P10k a month (that is if I won't need to spend on something important, i.e., tuition fees, wherein that amount'll probably be reduced to just P5k a month), P3-5k (whatever's left) will STAY on my main/work ATM account, and any more extra amount (more OT pay, if and when that happens again :P) to a separate bank account I'm set to open soon that'll fund any travel expedition or vice that may come up hehe :P   though I have to deduct 2k for personal expenses from that since I don't want to starve to death or die of fatigue because of walking to and from work. Sounds good enough?  I wish I could do it though! :P &lt;i&gt;Ack! Now you pretty much have an idea on how much I'm making.. bwehehehe :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;read more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My copy of Anansi Boys had been on my bedside and constant companion to trips to wherever for almost 6 months now!  hahahaha...  I need new supplies.  I don't think I should ask for any more though since come June, I probably would have more readings than I can handle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;go back to my Thursday routine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I need to get back on track with this.  Everything had happened so fast these past months that I hardly had to do anything.  I need to take a breather.  This Thursday seems to be a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;VOLUNTEER! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't had the chance to attend HOM's orientations.  Will do so soon though.  I WANT TOO!  WITH OR WITHOUT sleep, I swear I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;SURF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this'll happen later this year. :) Hooorraaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new addition:&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;SKYDIVE!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this June. Oooo-Weeeee!  I can't wait! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-tangibles, I don't know what to call them e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;b&gt;Smile more.  Worry less.  Learn how to relax.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on going to this water spa on my birthday.  That should help. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Stop complaining and start working.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've minimized my ranting. Honest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Control my temper. hehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've done perfectly on this if not for Caloy. hehehe  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;GROW UP. Act maturely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growth is a continuous process... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;avoid confrontational situations. I no longer want to get into a fight with anybody.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada. Yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Count and share my blessings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start a daily blessings/gratitude blog/list soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm getting somewhere.  :) We'll see.  6 more months, Kate, 6 short months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114752059988647249?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114752059988647249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114752059988647249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114752059988647249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114752059988647249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/aprilmay-goalsresolutions-update.html' title='April/May Goals/Resolutions update!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114739702541929643</id><published>2006-05-12T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:23:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The trip's off. Cancelled.  Letch! :(  Screw Caloy! Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114739702541929643?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114739702541929643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114739702541929643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114739702541929643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114739702541929643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/boohoo.html' title='boohoo!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114713879883763392</id><published>2006-05-09T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:39:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...I can breathe!  (and sleep!)   The project's finished! Yay!  As much as we (Julie and I, okay... plus Ethan MB)  enjoyed working on it together, we couldn't help but get exhausted.  No more 16+ hours of working (and I swear, I would never EVER spend over 22 working hours in the office again! eww....),  I get to take a break from eating McDo as well and the best part of all is I GET TO SLEEP again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll be skydiving in a few weeks!  Yay!!! I'm getting uber excited about it! :) I still don't know how I'd be able to pay for it though yeah, the extra money I'll be getting from all that OT'll probably go there.  hahahaha :P  But I still have to save up for enrollment next month.  13k is still 13k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We're going to Puerto Galera this Friday!  Whoopeee!!!!  Finally!  I had swapped restdays just so I could go. hahahaha  :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hay!  Where have I been hiding all these years, why had life been only this exciting now?  Okay lang... it's not yet that late for me to do things I used to dream about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114713879883763392?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114713879883763392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114713879883763392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114713879883763392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114713879883763392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114690693651369709</id><published>2006-05-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:15:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one crazy week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Heck!  I didn't think that I'd be able to survive working two days straight with roughly any sleep!  I probably got 12 hours of sleep max out of the 120 hours of the past five days.  Deadline had been dragged, again. Thank God! :)  We're really hoping on finishing the app on Monday.  Yay!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, I finally got to hang out with my bestEST PS friends last Thursday!  Weeeee!  I bumped into Mark that morning while Mama Knoll and I were having breakfast then when I got back to the office, we got to YM for a bit, with Joi this time and decided to watch a movie that evening.  I was late.  Hardly got to sleep kasi. :(  We went to Makati Wednesday afternoon/evening for a lecture which didn't materialize but I'm happy though that I finally have a temporary C-Card!  Which means divexatravanganza next weekend!  Woot woot!!!  Sir Dencio also helped us fill out our log books. hehehehe  I met up with Marky and Mitzi that evening as well. :)  Monday evening til Tuesday err.. afternoon? I spent at work... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This week was crazy as hell!  But I loved it.  I only wish that I got to rest a bit longer though yeah, I guess it's okay since I really don't want to waste my life away by sleeping through it. hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The only down side I had to go through was the postponed road trip to Tagaytay that I was suppose to go to with my highschool friends.  :(  I hope they're not mad at me for letting them down, I needed to work long hours these past few weeks and this was unforseen.  I even went grocery shopping for chips and snacks last Tuesday for the trip!  Hay!  Oh well.. I hope we could all find time and have it rescheduled before Dice leaves for the UK.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I might take IELTS pala soon since mom badly wants me to try out for that scholarship.  I guess it wouldn't hurt to try.  I've registered for the workshops I have to attend this summer pala.  Grabe ang mahal!  1k per day pala....  I was able to have those scheduled for the next two Sundays deferred to next summer so I can go to Puerto. hahahaha :P But I have to miss the SouthEast Asia trip later this month though since I don't want to fill up my next year's summer calendar this early with boring school stuff. hehehe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sige na, I'll update na lang ulit as soon as I can, my bed's calling me.  Ciao! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114690693651369709?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114690693651369709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114690693651369709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114690693651369709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114690693651369709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-crazy-week.html' title='one crazy week!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114639615438839913</id><published>2006-04-30T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:40:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's somebody's birthday in two weeks!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I won't be bugging anyone for a shopping spree or a new phone/gadget or what-not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The day'll start with me at work, then I'd probably spend the rest of the day with my family then work the night away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you want to make it special for me, then I'd tell you what'll make me happy-crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;take me SKYDIVING! (I know there's a facility somewhere in Olongapo.. research, research! make me happy. hahahahaha :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wish no?! Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114639615438839913?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114639615438839913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114639615438839913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114639615438839913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114639615438839913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-somebodys-birthday-in-two-weeks.html' title='it&apos;s somebody&apos;s birthday in two weeks!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114639157129692097</id><published>2006-04-30T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:40:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not over halohalo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Why did they have to ruin the moment?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the spotlight again.  I thought that they'd be happy with me taking gradschool in UP.  But no.  They still had to bug me about applying to that UK scholarship thing.  Hay nako!  I wasn't even too keen about grad school 'cause I feel that it's too early for me to be taking up my masters e, but I did it for them!  They wanted me to try it out in UK, I don't blame them, I know that they just want the best for me, I just hate the fact that they're making me feel like they're still running my life.  I mean, I'm turning 23 in less than a month and they're still all over me!  Yaiks!  Now I know why I'm like this, why I can hardly make decisions for myself, why my self-esteem doesn't seem to improve.  Geez!  I mean, yeah, the opportunity is there and I definitely want to try and work out there but I'm not in a hurry to do that yet.  I want to work here muna, bank on my experience, a year or two wouldn't hurt.  I'm on my 6th month pa nga lang at work e.  I still have a lot to learn there pa!  Shempre, take advantage muna. hahahaha  When I feel I'm ready, I'll go and conquer the world! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114639157129692097?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114639157129692097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114639157129692097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114639157129692097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114639157129692097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-over-halohalo.html' title='not over halohalo!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114637848922528580</id><published>2006-04-30T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:33:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home (and awake) on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hahaha... yeah!  I'm up! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got home late yesterday and I went straight to bed.   After work, mama Knoll and I went to Megamall.  Grabe!  They have a mall-wide sale pala!  The place was packed by 11am.  :(  We just ate and window shopped a bit.  My siblings fetched me at around 2-3pm na.  We went straight to Diver's Point where I got us (Det and I) our very own wetsuits!  Sa wakas!  Hahaha... No more renting. :P  They were cheap too!  Mine was P2,500 lang. (Oo, mura na yan, wetsuits range from P3,000+ to probably over P10k)  I got some snorkels na rin while we were there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I find out the other day that I got accepted to grad school.  Thanks to Armie who reminded me about enrolling this school year, prompting me to check out TMC's webbie.My mom must really be happy now. :P hahaha.. So plans on studying in UK just got shelved by my more affordable and convenient option.  hehehe.. :D  The question now is, will I have time for it? :s  Hopefully, but I wish the world could slow down a bit for me. hahahaha  I have to attend this 4-day workshop before the school year start.  :(  I hope the trip to Galera and SE Asia, wouldn't have to be scrapped because of that.  :(  I'd have to confirm on Tuesday.  Hay!  Sad part pala is, since I've spent my money on our wetsuits, I don't have money to pay for the workshop!  Yaiks!  :S  Bat ang mahal naman kasi??? P5k for a 4-Sunday workshop?  Akala ko ba, mura sa UP? hahahaha :P  How am I going to raise P5,000 kaya in  less than a week?  Hay! Ask mom? hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had been staying late at work these past few days to finish this friggin' project.  And I am coming to work today and probably tomorrow for it too.  Yes, I know tomorrow's a holiday, but I don't want to miss our deadline because I'm too slow at learning this new language.  .net's pretty cool but man, three week's not enough for me to learn and use it.  :(  I have been complaining a lot about the project and it even came to the point where I blurted out my rants to our boss who didn't even hesitate a second to tell the IT manager about it (resulting to unnecessary meetings. ugh! Hate myself for doing that!  I should have been careful.  As Knoll would say though, No regrets just lessons learned. :P) but I'm loving it.  I'm loving the fact that I'm learning so much in so little time, the rush of energy that envigorates me whenever I'm cramming at work and seeing for myself that yeah, I am learning, the wastedness state I'm at everytime I come in at work after getting just two hours or so of sleep, the fact that, I'm getting the heck of it!, asking myself, what the heck am I doing, saying over and over again that I want to give up, but pushing still until I finish or my last breath, whichever comes first, (I'm praying for the first option though), the thought of future challenges, no matter how intimidating the hindrances and hurdles that might come with them are, that may come my way.  Heck, I'm loving every single nanosecond of it amidst all the complains that I utter every hour or two. :P  hahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I may hardly have time to sleep as much as I used to, I may seldom get to eat regularly, go out, get crazy and have fun as how other people may define it, but I am enjoying how things are getting along.  I am having fun, no matter how boring it may seem at first glance, even to me. ( hahaha :P Yeah, If you haven't noticed, I am weird.)  I am loving life, my life undoubtly! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114637848922528580?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114637848922528580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114637848922528580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114637848922528580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114637848922528580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-and-awake-on-sunday.html' title='home (and awake) on a Sunday'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114597591121351124</id><published>2006-04-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:42:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futile attempt to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally received my copy of Mirrormask!  Yay!!!  Thanks Ted! :) *mwahugz* Owe you loads!  I'll see you soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a hold an appform for gradschool scholarship in UK.  I still don't have time to check out the school online and work on my application though.  Bahala na.. We'll see..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The IT manager's here.  We even went out last Saturday for a bonding/teambuilding session.  It was okay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were able to dive again!  Whoopee!  I still bleed though. :(  hay!  We got lost pa.  The current took us away from our group. Buti na lang, our DM saw us.  We still got to fish feed at Cathedral and dive Koala as well.  I saw TA at PlanetDive!  hahahaha.. We didn't get to talk much though.  Ayon.. wala lang..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work's still keeping me busy.  I hardly even have time to eat.  Hay nako!  Recent events had been stressful.  Buti na lang patapos na.  Plus Dustin and Jason had been really nice and helpful. :)  I don't know..  but hopefully, I'd have the will power to stay here.  Sayang eh.  Work has improved a lot, I'm working with the nicest, coolest people, and the pay's okay.  hehehe.. wala lang.  Can't wait to take another break.  Tagaytay in a few days, Puerto Galera in two weeks, SE in less than a month.  hay... Life is good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114597591121351124?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114597591121351124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114597591121351124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114597591121351124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114597591121351124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/futile-attempt-to-update.html' title='Futile attempt to update'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114471688530188463</id><published>2006-04-11T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:54:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/mirrormask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/mirrormask.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;...for the awesome-EST movie I have yet to see!!!!  I don't mind that I never got to see it on screen, a downloaded copy would have been okay, VCD, better, DVD, heck, I couldn't ask for more!  Thanks to the sweetest guy I almost, but have yet to meet (again..)! haha.. It's crazy, I know..  I'll explain about him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go get some sleep now.  I might (yes, I have my fingers crossed!) be able to get my temporary c-card later.  Wish me loads of luck! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. today went okay.. We were able to go to Tristan's dad's wake as planned, even bumped into Lanie who has never looked as fresh as she did last night plus work today didn't seem too be as intimidating as I thought it'll be.  Yeah, telling him that accepting the project felt like digging my own grave was err.. an overkill.  hahahaha.. Still hoping that it really is a CONSIDERABLE opportunity for me to have my presence felt.  hahahaha Ano ba yan?! Antok lang siguro to.. Sige na nga, baboosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114471688530188463?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114471688530188463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114471688530188463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114471688530188463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114471688530188463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting_11.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114469270278777270</id><published>2006-04-11T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:33:46.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can post through my work email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114469270278777270?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114469270278777270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114469270278777270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114469270278777270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114469270278777270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114469231625969453</id><published>2006-04-11T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:32:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious, stressed, definitely not excited... probably worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It only sunk in after the phone conference.&amp;nbsp; And her being not around didn't really help. It needs to be in by the end of the month, which is roughly two weeks. t-w-o friggin' weeks!&amp;nbsp; At least they don't mind us launching with some of the non-crucial components missing.&amp;nbsp; :S&amp;nbsp; Phew!&amp;nbsp; But how do I learn a new language and use it in 2 and a half weeks weeks?&amp;nbsp; Man!&amp;nbsp; I am so worried I had the guts to tell him directly that I don't even know how to do it. (&amp;quot;Eh, hindi ko nga alam yan e.&amp;quot;) But he still managed to smile before replying with &amp;quot;When will you learn?&amp;quot; (&amp;quot;Kelan ka pa matututo?&amp;quot;)&amp;nbsp; Err.. Okay.&amp;nbsp; But did he really have to assign me to a new and big project right away?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really am hoping for the best.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel like changing jobs yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114469231625969453?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114469231625969453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114469231625969453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114469231625969453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114469231625969453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/anxious-stressed-definitely-not.html' title='Anxious, stressed, definitely not excited... probably worried'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114462642650974661</id><published>2006-04-10T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:55:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer IS here!</title><content type='html'>Hooray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach na to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got my sister and a pair of bathing suit each! Well, aside from "other essentials" that we hardly ever buy ourselves.  hahaha.. San ka pa?! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even with them when they went out!  And hindi pa nagpabili yung sister ko a. hahahaha  They had to go back to the store a number of times because they can't make successive card purchases daw.. I don't know why... Astig diba? Actually nagulat ako.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I usually buy ours on our own, without telling mom thinking that we might get some scolding if she sees that we got another pair. (We probably have over a dozen pairs already.. bwehehehehe ontil lang, 'cause we try to limit our spending since they're pretty expensive. We have a couple of cheap ones (P400-P600 a pair), pero yun nga lang, we only get to wear them once or twice. I actually just ruined 2 pairs at once, I forgot to hang them after we got home from Cavite two weeks ago, ayon, the colors smudged. They look awful now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero wala lang, natutuwa ako, seems like my mom's okay seeing us clad in bikinis though yeah, she's still not into my posting of those pictures of me online (kahit page ko pa yon, she still says it looks offensive, kahit d pa nya nakikita yung pictures themselves! Sino naman kaya kasi nagsabi sa kanya na mukha akong nagbebenta ng sarili ko online?! err, clarification lang po, I am not for sale, I never was and will never be. grabe a! Check out every other friendster/multiply/myspace account of girls.. even guys, you probably won't miss photos of girls in bikinis! Hallur 2006 na! Maloka ka kung yung pictures were taken at home.. hahaha.. yun yung kakaiba. :P) ewan ko, siguro pag mga 40+ na ko at sobrang kadiri na itsura pag naka-bikini, e chaka lang sila di maiirita na makakita ng photos ko sa online pages ko.. hahaha :P oh well. tama na disgression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks! Subic in a week or two!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambales AFTER HE LEAVES!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Galera in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cebu and Bohol in four months!! (tagal pa and malamang hindi na summer by then, but who cares?! hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, Cavite, Laguna and Batangas in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, really LOVE it here! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114462642650974661?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114462642650974661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114462642650974661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114462642650974661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114462642650974661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer IS here!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114458000766442079</id><published>2006-04-09T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:53:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's not too psyched about coming to work on Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;hay!  I give up.. I can hardly absorb anything. One. I don't have the .net framework installed here. So understanding the online tuturials a job - a tedious one at that.  Two.  I haven't programmed in years Umm.. I could probably say that I never had to code. period.  No proggie experience whatsoever.  Nada.  I don't really consider working on DTS packages, procedures and everything SQL as programming.  It's so much simple. :P  My life used to be simple.  Until boredom struck.  Until I started complaining about doing the same thing over and over again.  Until my lead gave me enhancement tasks which I never really got to work on. Now I have to learn C# in a day or so.  Is there such a book as &lt;i&gt;Learn C# in 21-Hours&lt;/i&gt;?  Where can I get a copy kaya?!  Hay!  Get real Kate!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's FINALLY (his trip was said to be slated 5 months ago but had been postposed quite a number of times but probably because of all the hoolabaloo that had been going on, he doesn't have a choice but to push through with it.. :P) coming over in a week and it seems like he's excited to meet us.  Err.. I doubt that most of us feel the same way.  :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does it have to coincide with this project that I'm not really ecstatic about?!  :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those make or break situations... Ugh!  If I only knew how to program... He probably knows what he's doing though, he's aware of my limitations and skills.  I've been honest about everything all along.  And since he still gave this opportunity to me, this just proves that he trusts in me. Yay!  That... or he wants an easy way to get rid of me.  Yikes!  I hope he doesn't get to read this, I had been trying very hard to hide my fear and look as optimistic as possible at work.  I wish I had the guts too.. So I wouldn't have to deal with this eeky loser feeling.  Hay, Lord, I leave everything to you. Your will be done.  I promise not to blame anybody, most especially You if it ends up as a disaster.  I will be praying for it's success though.  I'd try my best to learn as much as I can and, hopefully, deliver a working, acceptable app on time.  Game time's in a day and a few hours... so help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yuck!  I'm such a dork.  I tandim and check my work email at home.. ewwww.. :S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114458000766442079?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114458000766442079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114458000766442079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114458000766442079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114458000766442079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/someones-not-too-psyched-about-coming.html' title='Someone&apos;s not too psyched about coming to work on Monday.'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114457931414153321</id><published>2006-04-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:41:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#%#$^!#$%!</title><content type='html'>#%#$^!#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could somebody please remind me again as to what I am doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you find yourself staring at all their poorly documented (mostly undocumented, even!) applications not knowing where to start or what to do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking up things yourself, sifting through hundreds of tables, procedures, etc. you finally get a feeling that you now need to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky, you get answers, if not, you find out that they themselves don't know anything about it and that you just have to keep on looking... where? I hope I know!  I don't even think google could give an answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you decide to do something yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you come in one morning with an email asking about it... what was wrong with this, why create that, yada yada, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you feel stupid because of them questioning your work so you ask them if you should get rid of it but they don't reply which sort of tells you that what you did was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;buti sana kung sched lang pamatay e.. bwesit tlga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandali na lang kate.. konting tiyaga pa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114457931414153321?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114457931414153321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114457931414153321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114457931414153321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114457931414153321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='#%#$^!#$%!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114372112027557062</id><published>2006-03-30T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:18:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why didn't it go as smooth as I wanted it to?! Grrr... If I only knew what he wanted to hear, it wouldn't have ended this way.  He would've been as enthusiastic as how he was when he first saw me.  I didn't think of the program as something that's specifically entrepreneurship-oriented.  Ugh!  I want that slot badly!!!  Hope he didn't shut me out. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114372112027557062?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114372112027557062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114372112027557062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114372112027557062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114372112027557062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114368385263131742</id><published>2006-03-30T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:36:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One awesome Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got mail! I've got mail!!!!  Yes, again.. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really LOVE getting something from the mail.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snail mail rules!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Lene's letter yesterday!  Sweet!  I had been excitedly waiting for it since she told me that she sent me one.  haha.. I felt like a little kid while I was unwrapping the awesomely cool SA flag magnet she enclosed!  Yay!!  Thanks a lot!!  Love it! :)  It'll be a start of my flag collection.. :) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/DSC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;I met up with a couple of multiply buddies last night.  Actually it was Marky who 'introduced' me to Love and Mitzi.  Grabe galing!  I honestly haven't done something like that before, I was a bit nervous while I was on my way there, good thing they were really nice (and the girls were gorgeous!!! hahaha :P) though Marky was unusually quiet. hehehehe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun!!!!  I'd love to hang out with them again!  We were thinking of meeting up again next week.  We'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I have to go get some sleep now.  I don't want to miss the things I've scheduled later. :P hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114368385263131742?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114368385263131742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114368385263131742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114368385263131742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114368385263131742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-awesome-wednesday.html' title='One awesome Wednesday...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114343712405900431</id><published>2006-03-27T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:25:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my big mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I finally settled issues I had with my boss.  It was a relief talking with him.  Grabe!  Wala lang.  It's nice knowing that you're back in good terms with a person period, especially if you can't really avoid seeing him everyday.  hehehe   I guess what he said is true, we all got tired lang talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I figured into a misunderstanding with E and I wasn't expecting it.  I thought I could tell her anything na since I've explained to her how I am and we almost always talk at work.  Basta.  I probably assumed too much.  Come Thursday, I ended up stating her statement's inverse, asking her if that was what she meant, just so I could figure out why she wanted out and she took it badly.  As in.  I was stunned.  Didn't know what to say.  hay.  life.  She's been giving the cold shoulder eversince.  I sort of prepared a birthday bash for all the March celebrants of our team, she's actually one of them, it turned out okay.  Though I know it would've been better if the Thursday incident didn't happen.  Oh well.  As Mama Knoll puts it, there are no mistakes made, just lessons learned. &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/8027033-114343712405900431?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114343712405900431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114343712405900431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114343712405900431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114343712405900431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-and-my-big-mouth.html' title='me and my big mouth'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114255879728414867</id><published>2006-03-17T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:41:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-overdue two (close to 3) month  review.. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A look back at my 2006 goals and resolutions &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;get myself a master's degree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam tomorrow.. gosh! I'm soo nervous.  I have work tonight (10pm-6am) and the exam's at 8am!  Yaiks!  I hope I don't end up sleeping.. I can't be absent at work 'cause I didn't come in today (grr.. this asthma's killing me!!!) and I need to finish Dawn's DTS package before the week ends!  Ack!!!  I hope I pass!!!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;exercise!&lt;/b&gt; my hamstrings are too short, I can't even stretch properly! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;err.. okay.. I rarely get to play badminton.  but I still do.  hehe.. and well.. I started with yogilates again until my asthma started acting up late last week.  hay.. but yeah... I. am. trying. my. best. to. get. back. in. shape. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;go to at least 3 &lt;i&gt;NEW&lt;/i&gt; places/provinces/islands in the Philippines I haven't been to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anilao baby!  hahahaha.. it was fun.  Diving was cool!  Eeeyah!!!  I just hate it that my sister hates me 'cause we didn't get to do it again last weekend and chances of going this weekend's slim.  Screw getting sick! hay!  I have plane tickets to Cebu for August!!!  Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;travel outside the Philippines at least once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that going to Singapore's cheaper than HK.  so.. Armie, you have to bring me around Singapore and KL when I go there!  Weee!  Baby when tayo punta? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;learn how to scuba dive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  One off my list!  Woohooo!!!  All I need to do now is to take the freakin final exam to get my C-card.  Darn asthma! I missed the one scheduled yesterday.  grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;at least start learning a new language. (a new programming language too if possible.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with ASP.net. :P hahaha.. And I NEED to learn VB.NET and C# soon so yeah.. It's definitely a possibility.  :P  French'll come as soon as I have the budget for a tutorial cd. :P hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;keep my job (and get a promotion. hahahaha...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. err.. this one has turned into 'convince myself that my job's okay and that I should stay' hahahahaha.. :P &lt;br /&gt;The past 2 months had been the worst I tell you!  Geez!  Even the Canadians' have noticed that something is wrong at work because of the high turnover rates!  Only three out of the 9/10 people who started before me's still here.  I commend you though for acknowledging the fact that something IS wrong and that this should be addressed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;meet and befriend at least 10 new people.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this has been stricken out, shempre I'll still continue meeting new people no! I don't want to just stay in my little corner and complain all day. :P bwehehehe (Karen, Cynthia, Gerard, and some other divers, Harvey, Zobel, Seyda, Kim, Jeff, Dex, Melvin, from work and a couple of multiply guys I'm going to Ilocos with and meeting in Cebu soon. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;improve posture. no more slouching. &lt;/b&gt;:( I don't want to be paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;again, note to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;fast! cleanse my body!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been sick, this might have to be moved.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;save up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting this month (March..) Sorry mom, I think I won't be able to contribute as much at home anymore... I really think I need to save something myself... :( How can I afford to go to Sing or that lot in Tagaytay/Cavite you were talking about or that neat digicam if I won't? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;read more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading!  But they're now limited to docs, websites and c# tutorial books though. eeek!  geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;go back to my Thursday routine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed quite a lot of Thursdays now.  Ugh!  I need to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New addition to the list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;VOLUNTEER! :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hands on Manila orientation soon.. looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;I might join GK activities with Miko's group too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;SURF! &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Probably this'll happen later this year. :) Hooorraaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Non-tangibles, I don't know what to call them e..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;smile more. worry less. I need to learn how to relax.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga, I'm planning on staying at work e.. hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;stop complaining and start working.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now, I shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;control my temper. hehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ranting. But that's it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;GROW UP. act maturely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have. In a way.  See how I'm handling the work-related crisis. :P hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;avoid confrontational situations. I no longer want to get into a fight with anybody.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none so far.  but I might have to face one soon at work. harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;count and share my blessings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.. :)&lt;br /&gt;This seem more of like a reminder than anything else though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!  Seems like I need to take note of most of them...  Pero it's good to know that I'm accomplishing some of them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114255879728414867?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114255879728414867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114255879728414867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114255879728414867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114255879728414867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-overdue-two-close-to-3-month.html' title='Long-overdue two (close to 3) month  review.. :P'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114240370362302958</id><published>2006-03-15T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:21:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with asthma</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I didn't go to work last monday because of it.  And honestly, I don't feel too good yet but I don't want to waste my sick leaves at home, tied up in bed, waiting for by body to get better. hahahaha   An extra day away from work's a good thing though.  I got to rest for a bit.  Coming in last night wasn't as bad as it used to.  I've vowed not to quit.  I'm staying 'til he gets tired of me.  hahaha.. I found out a couple of things too.  Which to me was good.  I've been disappointed by the turn of events at work lately, i.e. hunches proven to be true, but I have sworn not to get too much affected by anything that has to do with him.  I know I can still manage.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114240370362302958?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114240370362302958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114240370362302958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114240370362302958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114240370362302958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/down-with-asthma.html' title='Down with asthma'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114240308715556288</id><published>2006-03-15T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:39:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari me, johari you (nohari applies too)</title><content type='html'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johari_window&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Johari window&lt;/b&gt; is a metaphorical tool intended to help people better understand their interpersonal &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communication" title="Communication"&gt;communication&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relationships" title="Relationships"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;. It is used primarily in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-help" title="Self-help"&gt;self-help&lt;/a&gt; groups and corporate settings as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heuristic" title="Heuristic"&gt;heuristic&lt;/a&gt; exercise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terms selected only by the participant, but not by any of their peers, are placed into the &lt;b&gt;Fa&amp;ccedil;ade&lt;/b&gt; quadrant, representing information about the participant of which their peers are unaware. It is then up to the participant whether or not to disclose this information.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terms that are not selected by the participant but only by their peers are placed into the &lt;b&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/b&gt; quadrant. These represent information of which the participant is not aware, but others are, and they can decide whether and how to inform the individual about these "&lt;b&gt;blind spots&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terms which were not selected by either the participant or their peers remain in the &lt;b&gt;Unknown&lt;/b&gt; quadrant, representing the participant's behaviors or motives which were not recognized by anyone participating. This may be because they do not apply, or because there is collective ignorance of the existence of that trait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center; border-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 204, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Arena&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known to self and others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;reflective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(255, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known only to others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;adaptable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;complex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Fa&amp;ccedil;ade&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known only to self)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; caring, dependable, logical, observant, sensible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known to nobody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt; calm, cheerful, clever, confident, dignified, energetic, extroverted, friendly, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, independent, ingenious, intelligent, introverted, kind, knowledgeable, loving, mature, modest, organised, patient, powerful, proud, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-assertive, self-conscious, shy, silly, spontaneous, sympathetic, tense, trustworthy, warm, wise, witty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Dominant Traits&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;All Percentages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;able&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;b&gt;accepting&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;b&gt;adaptable&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;b&gt;brave&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;calm (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;caring (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;cheerful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;clever (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;complex&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;confident (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;dependable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;dignified (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;energetic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;extroverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;friendly (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;giving (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;happy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;helpful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;idealistic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;independent (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;ingenious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;intelligent (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;introverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;kind (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;knowledgeable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;logical (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;loving (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;mature (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;modest (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;nervous&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;observant (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;organised (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;patient (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;powerful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;proud (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;quiet&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;b&gt;reflective&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;relaxed (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;religious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;responsive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;searching (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;self-assertive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;self-conscious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;sensible (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;sentimental&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;shy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;silly (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;spontaneous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;sympathetic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;tense (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;trustworthy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;warm (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;wise (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;witty (0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nohari variant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;i&gt;Nohari window&lt;/i&gt; is the inversion of the Johari window, and is a collection of negative personality traits instead of positive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 8px; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; Created by the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interactive Johari Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on 15.3.2006, using data from 2 respondents.&lt;br&gt; You can &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;make your own Johari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=knr"&gt;view knr's full data&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: center; border-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 204, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Arena&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known to self and others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(255, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known only to others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;violent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aloof&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;overdramatic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inattentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Fa&amp;ccedil;ade&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known only to self)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; timid, simple, needy, impatient, weak, panicky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known to nobody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt; incompetent, intolerant, inflexible, cowardly, glum, stupid, insecure, irresponsible, vulgar, lethargic, withdrawn, hostile, selfish, unhappy, unhelpful, cynical, unimaginative, inane, brash, cruel, ignorant, irrational, distant, boastful, blas&amp;eacute;, imperceptive, embarrassed, loud, vacuous, unethical, insensitive, self-satisfied, passive, smug, rash, dispassionate, dull, predictable, callous, unreliable, cold, foolish, humourless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Dominant Traits&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;violent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;aloof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;childish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;chaotic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;overdramatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; of people think that knr is &lt;b&gt;inattentive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;All Percentages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;incompetent (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;intolerant (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;inflexible (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;timid (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;cowardly (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;violent&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;b&gt;aloof&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;glum (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;stupid (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;simple (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;insecure (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;irresponsible (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;vulgar (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;lethargic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;withdrawn (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;hostile (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;selfish (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;unhappy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;unhelpful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;cynical (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;needy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;unimaginative (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;inane (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;brash (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;cruel (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;ignorant (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;irrational (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;distant (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;childish&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;boastful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;blas&amp;eacute; (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;imperceptive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;chaotic&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;impatient (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;weak (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;embarrassed (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;loud (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;vacuous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;panicky (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;unethical (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;insensitive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;self-satisfied (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;passive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;smug (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;rash (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;dispassionate (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;overdramatic&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;dull (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;predictable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;callous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;inattentive&lt;/b&gt; (100%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;unreliable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;cold (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;foolish (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;humourless (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 8px; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; Created by the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nohari Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on 15.3.2006, using data from 1 respondents.&lt;br&gt; You can &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari"&gt;make your own Nohari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?view=knr"&gt;view knr's full data&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so what do you do? &lt;br&gt;1. click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=knr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. follow the instructions&lt;br&gt;3. you may also want to do the same thing &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=knr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; too. :P&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114240308715556288?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114240308715556288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114240308715556288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114240308715556288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114240308715556288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/johari-me-johari-you-nohari-applies.html' title='Johari me, johari you (nohari applies too)'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114208700453021893</id><published>2006-03-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:23:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so fitting.. now what do I do?</title><content type='html'>TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;(Apr 21 - May 21)&lt;br /&gt;Your Weekend: If all you ever do is dream, you will never go anywhere. If however, all you ever do is deal with the reality of what's in front of you, you will never make a successful leap of faith. Common sense and imagination, like oil and water in the engine of a car, serve separate functions and need to be kept in different compartments. But both are essential. Saturn's sharp alignment to your ruler suggests there's plenty now, to restrict you and remind you of your limitations. That, though, is all the more reason to reach boldly and bravely for an ambitious aspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&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/8027033-114208700453021893?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114208700453021893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114208700453021893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114208700453021893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114208700453021893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-so-fitting-now-what-do-i-do.html' title='oh so fitting.. now what do I do?'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114208661849259978</id><published>2006-03-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:19:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not that bad, I know, but I hope it'll get better</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a few months ago, I was ecstatic about working, I have no idea what went wrong, why I now wake up every night, complaining about work and looking forward to finding a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i don't think the problem's with me.  if it is, then why do i share the same sentiments with some of my teammates?  lanie's last day was thursday, she was so frustrated, she decided to resign even if she didn't have any back-up job then.  that was why she said yes to this makati-based software company even if it's too far away from her.  tristan's thinking of resigning next week too.  i just hate the fact that after they leave, there'll only be a handful of unsatisfied developers left.  (because everybody else is new! hallur! :P) hay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;as much as we want to stay and help improve the company's software development sector, all we can actually do is just follow what they ask us to do, of course, without asking any questions, hoping that the quick fixes we do could hold the system in place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it really is crumbling down.  i hate to see the department collapse but when all your boss wants is to ease his boss's job, sucking up all he can, without really thinking about the responsibility he has to the people he's handling nor that of finding ways to improve the current process, there really isn't much of a choice but to just wait and see.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i wish somebody could wake me up from this nightmare.  i wish somebody could tell me that everything will be all right, that it'll all be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114208661849259978?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114208661849259978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114208661849259978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114208661849259978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114208661849259978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-not-that-bad-i-know-but-i-hope.html' title='it&apos;s not that bad, I know, but I hope it&apos;ll get better'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114161757799250938</id><published>2006-03-06T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:01:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you and good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling him a couple of times before to never give up on me.  &lt;br /&gt;To stay and stand by me whatever I do or say; whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;He'd say yes. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's what he's suppose to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm his and he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;That's aside from the fact that he's the most patient and understanding guy I've met.&lt;br /&gt;And could be the only one I'd ever get to meet.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know his limit.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know if he'd ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;There's always an end to everything. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Even he could get tired of my nagging, tantrums and unpredictability.&lt;br /&gt;Of my immaturity and unreasonableness.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have to go through this early on or never at all. &lt;br /&gt;Four years and four months isn't as early as I would've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than having to deal with the consequences of my actions after another four years or so.&lt;br /&gt;I know he'd find someone better.  &lt;br /&gt;He's a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably meet my match too.&lt;br /&gt;Though not in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I got what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a great life too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114161757799250938?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114161757799250938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114161757799250938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114161757799250938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114161757799250938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-you-and-good-bye.html' title='Thank you and good bye'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114146299912891314</id><published>2006-03-04T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:03:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting has happened since my last entry.  All I got to do was work and sleep.  Work's starting to get into me.  Ugh!  When'll they start documenting their applications?!?!  I don't think properly documenting those that we're currently working on right now's enough.  Geez!  I bet that I'm already getting into those Canadians' nerves everytime I IM them when I get stumped with those puzzling tickets!  I don't think the company'll be able to survive if the situation at work won't improve.  Hay!  This week, another guy resigned. He's actually the 7th person who left (though 2 were 'let go') within the last 3 months. Another one's actually planning on resigning on Monday!  Yeah, turnover's sooo high, it alone is depressing!  I've been literally dragging myself to work lately.  Hay!  It's no longer as fun as it used to be.  Work's starting to become unmanageable and now I need to learn asp.net, vb.net and c# on my own, in 2 weeks!  I hope I could get my hands on some helpful books/tutorials soon and find the time to study... (though I'm honestly scared about working on those web apps, learning something new's actually one of the main reasons why I haven't given up work yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things could get better at work... (finding a better job too would be nice.. hahahaha :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to play badminton again after almost a month!  My workmates and I went straight to the badminton center a block away from the office after work.  It was fun!  Ross was soo good!!! Wish I could do his moves too. hahaha  We're actually planning on doing this more often. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my application requirements!  Weepee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some sleep now.  I won't be able to hibernate tomorrow, 'cause my teammates and I are coming in to work.  (Yes, we know it's a Sunday but things are piling up! Grr..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114146299912891314?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114146299912891314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114146299912891314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114146299912891314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114146299912891314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114146296948340058</id><published>2006-03-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:02:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digicams for Sale!</title><content type='html'>Canon PowerShot A410 Digital Camera  P9,000 (vs. P11,500)&lt;br /&gt;3.2 Megapixels, 3.2x optical zoom, 3.2x digital zoom, SD/MMC card slot, 1.5" TFT LCD, AA batteries, PictBridge compliant     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon PowerShot A520  P12,000 (vs. P15,950)&lt;br /&gt;4 Megapixels, 4x optical zoom, 14x combined digital zoom, SD/MMC card slot, 1.8" TFT LCD, AA batteries, PictBridge compliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon PowerShot A610 Digital Camera  P18,000 (vs. P21,950)&lt;br /&gt;5 Megapixels, 4x optical zoom, 4x digital zoom, Vari-angle 2" LCD Screen, SD/MMC slot, PictBridge Compatible, AA batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon PowerShot A620 Digital Camera  P21,000 (vs. P24,950)&lt;br /&gt;7.1 Megapixels, 4x optical zoom, 4x digital zoom, Vari-angle 2" LCD Screen, SD/MMC slot, PictBridge Compatible, AA batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon PowerShot S2 IS Digital Camera  P29,000 (vs. P35,950)&lt;br /&gt;5 Megapixels, 12x Optical Zoom, 4x Digital Zoom, SD card memory slot, Vari-Angle 1.8" TFT LCD monitor, uses AA Batteries, PictBridge compliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon PowerShot S80 Digital Camera   P30,000 (vs. P35,950)&lt;br /&gt;8 Megapixels, 3.6x optical zoom, 4x digital zoom, 2.5" LCD Screen, SD/MMC slot, PictBridge Compatible, Li-Ion battery&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Canon IXUS i Zoom Digital Camera   P19,000 (vs. P24,500)&lt;br /&gt;5 Megapixels, 2.4x optical zoom, 4x digital zoom, 1.8" LCD Screen, SD/MMC slot, PictBridge Compatible, Li-Ion battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon IXUS 55 Digital Camera  P20,500 (vs. P26,500)&lt;br /&gt;5 Megapixels, 3x optical zoom, 4x digital zoom, 2.5" LCD Screen, SD/MMC slot, PictBridge Compatible, Li-Ion battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon IXUS 750 Digital Camera   P23,500 (vs. P29,995)&lt;br /&gt;7.1 Megapixels, 3x optical zoom, 4x digital zoom, 2.5" LCD Screen, SD/MMC slot, PictBridge Compatible, Li-Ion battery&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-W7/S Digital Camera   P22,000 (vs. P28,999)&lt;br /&gt;32MB Internal Memory, 7.4 Megapixels, 3x Optical Zoom, 6x Digital Zoom, 2.5" LCD, Memory Stick/Pro slot, Vario-Tessar Lens, AA Batteries, PictBridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-T5 Digital Camera   P21,000 (vs. P24,999)&lt;br /&gt;Compact Slim Body, 5.1 Megapixels, 3X Optical Zoom, 2X Digital Zoom, 2.5" LCD, Memory Stick Duo slot, Vario-Tessar Lens, InfoLithium, PictBridge Compliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-T7 Digital Camera   P22,500 (vs. P27,999)&lt;br /&gt;Compact Slim Body, 5.2 Megapixels, 3X Optical Zoom, 6X Digital Zoom, 2.5" LCD, Memory Stick slot, Vario-Tessar Lens, InfoLithium, PictBridge Compliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-T9 Digital Camera   P25,000 (vs. P32,999)&lt;br /&gt;58MB Internal Memory, 6 Megapixels, 3x Optical Zoom, 2x Digital Zoom, 2.5" LCD Screen, Memory Stick Duo/Pro Duo slot, Carl Seiss Lens, InfoLithium battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-N1 Digital Camera   P28,000 (vs. P33,999)&lt;br /&gt;26MB Internal Memory, 8.1 Megapixels, 3x Optical Zoom, 6x Digital Zoom, 3" LCD Touch Screen, Memory Stick/Pro Duo slot, Carl Seiss Lens, Li-Ion battery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-H1 Digital Camera   P29,000 (vs. P32,999)&lt;br /&gt;32MB Internal memory, 5.3 Megapixels, 12x Optical Zoom, 24x Digital Zoom, 2.5" LCD, Memory Stick slot, uses AA Batteries, PictBridge Compliant   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info &lt;a href="http://katherina.multiply.com/market" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114146296948340058?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114146296948340058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114146296948340058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114146296948340058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114146296948340058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/03/digicams-for-sale.html' title='Digicams for Sale!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114111127670098881</id><published>2006-02-28T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:21:16.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;  I was able to get the recommendation form filled up by my prof at school!  The timing was soo good, I was able to catch him before he left for lunch with his wife.  Wala lang.  By Thursday, I'd be able to finish all the requirements na since the certifications and transcript'll be ready by then.  Two weekends from now, exam na.  I really hope I pass. :S Hay!  Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I need to nap now.  I have to pass by the gym later before I come in for work plus I hardly got to do anything last night because I was too sleepy.  I could hardly keep my head up and my chest and head hurt from trying to keep myself up!  Ugh!  I did get to nap for probably an hour and a half (I wished it was continuous though) but it didn't help at all.  I don't want that to ever happen again!  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114111127670098881?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114111127670098881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114111127670098881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114111127670098881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114111127670098881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/almost-ready.html' title='Almost ready'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114069400435572712</id><published>2006-02-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:33:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing lawschool days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/PICT0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh yeah!  I spent the whole afternoon with them! I slept at work just so I could make sure that I'd be able to meet up with them this time! hahaha... Grabe!  Super miss ko sila.. :(  We had lunch lang then we had our picture taken before heading to St. Jude.  After non, Loreen accompanied me... I finally had the guts to get my grades.  And super wala lang.  What I saw was somewhat surprising.  I didn't make the cut (my grade was .18 short of the yearly quota), yeah,  I was able to confirm that but I only failed one class pala during the second sem (and I knew I'd fail it pa since the middle of the sem pa lang.. haha.. don't ask me why I didn't drop the class.  I have no idea myself! :P)  Akalain mo yun!  If di ako naduwag to get my grades, I probably would still be in lawschool right now (though malamang sa ibang school na..)  But I guess I'm not meant for it lang talaga siguro.  I'm already okay, sige na nga, happy, hehehe :P with how my life's right now pero malay natin, in the future baka tuloy ko pa din.  Basta, bahala ni si Lord sakin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114069400435572712?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114069400435572712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114069400435572712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114069400435572712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114069400435572712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/reminiscing-lawschool-days.html' title='reminiscing lawschool days'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-114043202665554900</id><published>2006-02-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:03:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosebleed!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yeah! Nosebleed from info overload. The last week and a half had been hectic! We had to compress 10-days of lecture and pool sessions in 5 days! Hay! I thought I won't make it alive to Anilao Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By 6am, my family was already waiting for me in front of our building (I'm definitely taking midshift soon! My sched sucks!) but I still had to finish some tasks and copy the directions off PlanetDive's website so I was only able to leave work a few minutes before 6:30 and off we were. I sort of slept through the 3-hour drive. hehehe.. We settled down, watched a group of divers prepare their stuff before having lunch. After my parents and bro left us, I started reading na, thinking that we were to take the written exam that afternoon. By 3pm, Sir Dencio texted Det. We were suppose to start at 1, but he was probably waiting for us as well to tell him when we're ready. Anyway, first dive was the worst! I had problems equalizing and I can't steady myself. Ugh! It was horrible! My ears hurt sooo bad and my nose bled, literally. It was funny how he mentioned it to me even before I noticed it maybe because he doesn't want me to freak out once I see it. hahahaha.. So after cleaning up, we had dinner which was followed by our debriefing. We were off to bed by 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We were up by 6am. My mom called kasi. hahaha... By 7am, we were by the deck already preparing our gear. Our second dive, which was also by shore entry, was way better than the second one! I still had problems controlling my bouyancy though. And I still bled. Ugh! And it was worst than yesterday's. I could see blood at the bottom of my mask's lenses! Yuck! And when I took a shower, I blew really thick blood off my nose, which was the grossest thing ever! I had a hard time dissolving it in water. (haha.. sorry for being too graphic. :P) We had breakfast afterwards, (This I badly needed since I was soo weak already, I can't even open my tank!) then off to our third dive. Third dive (second for the day) was at Sombrero Island! It probably was the best of the weekend, save for the fear of jumping off the boat and keeping ourselves afloat amidst the strong current, (I probably got to drink a liter or so of mineral (salt) water hahaha) for almost 30-minutes while waiting for the boat to pick us up. I just feel bad 'cause even if there really is a great diversity of marine life there, you would see parts of it which had already been destroyed. (Sayang talaga yung corals.. :() And yes, I bled again. We went back to the resort for lunch then we boarded the boat again which took us to Mainit. Our fourth dive was okay. The currents weren't as strong as Sombrero's, I just hope that we didn't had to hide from the school of baracudas so we'd have more time wandering about. hehehehe I still had problems with my bouyancy, additional bruises would prove that. As usual, I bled again (Yes, I have accepted the fact that I am a bleeder.) Worst part was blood got stuck on my mask's skirt which was a major turn off and the other instructor had to point it out pa for everybody to hear! (buti na lang walang cute guy dun sa boat. hahaha) When we got back to the resort, we did skin diving naman with Sir Gordos (who probably was a DM of the resort) I really have a hard time swimming underwater. Lagi nauuna pwet ko. Ka-jahe. hahahaha Ayon lang. Wala lang.. The weekend was extra fun! Just hope I got to spend it with more people though. (Minsan kasawa na si Det.. joke lang! :P) We left the place at around 6pm. My parents and brother picked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I honestly was already thinking of giving up Sunday morning 'cause I felt that I was starting to run a cold. (If I dove with a cold, that'll cause sinus block, which'll add to the ear and reverse block I experienced the day before) Buti na lang I didn't. I would've missed out on a lot of things if I did. (at shempre, buti may dala din akong gamot, kung hindi baka dedo na ko. hahaha) We might go back again next weekend to practise. I need it badly. :P hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sayang, we hardly have any pictures. Need to get myself a camera soon. An underwater cam'll follow. :P hahaha As if! Wala na nga akong money sa mahal ng sport na to e! :P I'll post the handful that we have soon. In the meantime, I have to prepare myself to work, need to finance my vices. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-114043202665554900?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/114043202665554900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=114043202665554900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114043202665554900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/114043202665554900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/nosebleed.html' title='Nosebleed!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113988085841475728</id><published>2006-02-14T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:34:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That's what everybody at work's is feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't understand why he's like that.  He went through what everybody else did but now I/we feel like he's abusing his powers.  He 'delegates' tasks as if he didn't know that everybody's swamped!  We wouldn't mind if those that he assigns have a big impact on the company's efficiency.  Unfortunately, those additional admin tasks are just taking away precious time from more important issues that we could have probably resolved had we had time to work on them.  Besides, we're all still in the learning stage and he knows that.  And since when did a technical writer become a secretary?  She'll just be a wasted resource if this goes on.  I mean, the root cause of all the problems we have right now is lack of documentation, why can't he make her start with at least the standardization of the documents we need but hardly have at work?  The fact that he's got tendencies of relying on his 'instinct' which leads him to be more subjective rather than being objective in dealing with us, his subordinates isn't helping at all.  Maybe he just doesn't know what his job is (it's probably because his position doesn't have a job description yet.)  Could somebody please let show him what to do?!  I don't think I could continue on with how things are going right now.  Everything is out of place.  I don't think I could just go with the flow until a change'll be too late.  I don't want to find myself in another company, a month or so from now, watching them crumble into pieces from afar either.  I hope everything'll turn out fine in the end.  *sigh*  As I often hear people say, life must go on.  And my life isn't confined within the cubicle assigned to be at work.  But I need to be able to find a way to finance my life outside work.  I guess it wouldn't hurt to start looking for another job (got an exam tomorrow, hahaha) just in case. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113988085841475728?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113988085841475728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113988085841475728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113988085841475728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113988085841475728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113987789857966583</id><published>2006-02-14T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:56:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Forecast</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 14th February 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;(Apr 21 - May 21)&lt;br /&gt;'Love is like the wild rose-briar;/ Friendship like the holly-tree./ The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms./ But which will bloom most constantly?' When Emily Bronte asked this famous question, she knew it wasn't easy to answer. The distinction between love and friendship easily becomes blurred - for, in order to have one, you have to have at least a little of the other. Jupiter and Venus suggest you are now asking questions that are not easy to answer, but these will yet lead to some very pleasing discoveries and developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!  This is oh-so applicable!  hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My mom sent me an SMS this morning. wala lang... super sweet.  It's one of the times when I feel that it's better that we're not really vocal here at home.  It makes those times when you say those 3 words extra special. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8027033-113987789857966583?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113987789857966583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113987789857966583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113987789857966583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113987789857966583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-forecast.html' title='Valentine Forecast'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113936354600694660</id><published>2006-02-08T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T09:52:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't wait for the weekend.  It has only been two days but I'm already stressed out!  Booboos and blunders didn't help at all!  Ugh!  Why does he always finds a way to embarrass me?  Grrr... Diving lessons' my only saving grace so I hope it'll run smoothly.  First lecture session later.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113936354600694660?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113936354600694660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113936354600694660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113936354600694660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113936354600694660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/pfft.html' title='Pfft!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113914738920200833</id><published>2006-02-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:37:25.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend babble</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No scuba lessons for me this weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where do I start?  Hmm... Okay, Friday.  I honestly planned on waking up early, around 4 actually so I could buy the stuff for the surprise party and at the same time, make it to the monthly dinner.  Unfortunately, it was already 6:45 when I finally got up and worst part was nobody was around.  I thought they left to send dad off to Bicol. (he drove off there with some of his friends to visit another friend who celebrated his 50th birthday yesterday)   I only found out that they were at a party (Can you imagine, they left me home alone!?! :P) after calling my mom to inform her that I was going to leave for work already.  She insisted that I wait for them so she can drop me off, so I did.  On our way to work, I told her that I had to pick up some stuff for the birthday, hehehe.. I got a bit of scolding 'cause I should have done those things earlier daw. :P  Hayayay.. I probably would have gotten worst if Gale closed on me! My timing was good though 'cause when I got to work, they weren't there yet.  I had time to bring the bottles of soda and the other stuff I bought in the pantry.   But I was so hungry when I got there!  As in!  I wasn't able to take in anything thing that whole day.  I went down stairs 'cause Mama Knoll and Ross were waiting for me, when I got there, I saw Ji with her friend!  Whoopee!!! I was soo excited to see her.  I haven't seen her in years.  Her interview went well but she's still thinking of taking it or not... i hope she does take it though! :P  We all went back to the office together.  Then Elaine accompanied me while I ate the food they brought me... (They ate at Dencio's!  I was the only one who didn't make it to the dinner. :(  There weren't any photos tuloy!  Hay!  Boring talaga nila without me. hahahahaha)  I hardly got to start working when preparations for Bryan's birthday had to be started.  Hay!  Ano ba yan!!!  It wasn't as fun as I would have wanted but err.. I guess I'm just not as comfortable with other people as I am with my homies. hehehehe :P  So there.  It was okay though. I just hope Dustin's not mad at me for giving him the wrong time for the meeting (I forgot that the time difference is 13 hours e!  Akala ko 12 lang.. oh well..)  After that... worked for a bit then we had the meeting na, then went staight home!  (hahaha..no OT!  San ka pa! :P)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's actually reason for that....  we had to go back to the office Saturday afternoon, as requested by the Reporting guy who's in town right now to help out (but, to give us a hard time) the RAs here in Manila.  Good thing was, we only needed to be there for under 4 hours. Oh, and Ramon dropped by!  Armie's presence would have made my day but I'll probably just visit her in Malaysia sometime this year.  Rochelle invited us to tag along with them (Mark and Ramon) in Gale 'cause Mark wanted her to take accompany him as he go shopping.  I didn't know how to say no, buti na lang, Ross was still working on something so yon, we were able to stay behind.  hahaha.. We left after Knoll's meeting with Bryan (he came in a few minutes after Mark left) which took quite awhile!  ugh!  We (Knoll, Ross and I) walked to Mega and had dinner there afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O-M-G!  I dreamt of him!  And it was soooo vivid!  He told me in my dream that he liked me which left me in shock and in awe (as I would have reacted if that ever happens in real life) and was following me, literally, EVERYWHERE!  My gooolay!!! Why him of all people, I mean, he's okay and all but he's not my favorite person at work and ugh!  I don't know what to think know... am I subconsciously crushing on him?!?!  WAAAAAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We went to Tagaytay/Cavite today.  My siblings and I. Wala lang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Can't wait to start scuba diving lessons tomorrow!  (This time, it's for real! hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113914738920200833?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113914738920200833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113914738920200833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113914738920200833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113914738920200833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-babble.html' title='Weekend babble'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113885352909163953</id><published>2006-02-02T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T12:12:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How should I have reacted?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Because of the departmental restructuring, we're all entitled to a salary upgrade.  Meaning, I'd be getting 2k more every pay period.  I've been previously informed about this so when he told me earlier about it, I hardly reacted.  I mean, it really isn't a big deal.  I don't see the point of setting up levels and 'classifying' people.  Is it the increase then, that they think'll motivate us to work better (and stay longer)? But then again, it's just money.  It won't make up for those long hours you spend at work or the stress you feel when dealing with impatient and arrogant requestors and mind-boggling-puzzle-like requests.  Money really isn't everything.  Hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I just felt bad 'cause I didn't even try to look appreciative of that additional compensation that I'll be getting effective today.  :(  I don't know why I reacted that way.  All I did was nod and say okay, with a straight face.  Yes,  it is just money,  but it is still money!  Money I could use to pay for grad school, diving excursions, trip around the Philippines or even to some other Asian country, money that I could contribute here at home.  Plus the effort they exerted for this to push through just so we'd feel satisfied with our job.  (I know a lot of people who felt better about their position at work because of this structural change)  The thing is, this doesn't change anything in my case.  I don't feel like I'm even an inch away from contentment.  Job security would have made me feel much better.  Or probably a trip to the other side of the world would have done the trick for me.  hahaha.. But definitely not this.  It's a start though.  They've successfully pleased most of my teammates.  I salute him/them for that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113885352909163953?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113885352909163953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113885352909163953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113885352909163953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113885352909163953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-should-i-have-reacted.html' title='How should I have reacted?!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113879257746145470</id><published>2006-02-01T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:18:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month and a day</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of the month!  Nice timing for a change huh?!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a work in progress though.  The template I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Since a month has gone by,  I decided to take a quick look on my goals for this year so I won't lose focus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2006 goals and resolutions (posted 30 Dec 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. get myself a master's degree &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Almost on the way!  I have the application forms already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. exercise! my hamstrings are too short, I can't even stretch properly! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err.. Does badminton count?  I'll enroll with a gym after my diving lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. go to at least 3 places/provinces/islands in the Philippines I haven't been to.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;umm... yeah... sort of in the way.  I'm eyeing on joining this outdoor club...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. travel outside the Philippines at least once.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hello Armie!  Prepare yourself!  I'll be visiting you soon!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. learn how to scuba dive.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm starting this Saturday!  Hoooraaah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. at least start learning a new language. (a new programming language too if possible.)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yaiks!  I haven't started with this.. will probably get an instructional cd so I could start learning Frence.  ITTC for vb.net I don't know how I'd be able to fit it in my schedule but I'll be working on it this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. keep my job (and get a promotion. hahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let's limit this to just keeping my job.  That's hard enough already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. meet and befriend at least 10 new people.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do my new teammates at work count?  hahaha.. But if I'm joining a club and will be learning diving along with new people, I might be able to tick this off the list pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. &lt;strike&gt;abstinence. abstinence. abstinence. hehehehe :P&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why did I ever write this down?!?!  This is sooooo obvious.  I'm a rule keeper.  and a Catholic.  hallur?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. improve posture. no more slouching. :( I don't want to be paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;note to self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11. fast! cleanse my body!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looking forward to this summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  12. smile more. worry less. I need to learn how to relax.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hey!  Guess what?!?  I'm known as the happy person at work!  hahaha.. Can't believe it either. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  13. stop complaining and start working.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Okay.  Now, I shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  14. save up.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err.. I've started giving my salary to my mom (that's 10k a month).  I allocate 1k for bi-weekly expenses. As of right now, I only have 4k of savings.  Good enough?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  15. read more.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huhuhu.. :(  Will take note of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  16. go back to my Thursday routine.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waaah!  I've missed two already!  Bad me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  17. control my temper. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've been ranting.  But that's it.  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18. GROW UP. act maturely.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah.  I'm more lady-like na daw. :P as if. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19. avoid confrontational situations. I no longer want to get into a fight with anybody. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm doing my best here. I'm Miss goody two shoes diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  20. count and share my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noted. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113879257746145470?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113879257746145470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113879257746145470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113879257746145470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113879257746145470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/02/month-and-day.html' title='A month and a day'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113872076302647529</id><published>2006-01-31T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:14:11.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at home on a Tuesday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh yes.  We left for work about thirty minutes ago but before we even got to Ortigas Ave., we got stuck in traffic.  I could have still gone to work, I know, but I've been late thrice already and even though he told me that if it ever happens again, I could just tell him so he can 'adjust' my schedule, I still chose not to come in instead.  Pride?  No.  I don't think so.  I just want to be as fair as possible.  I know a lot of people have been fired in another department because of their late incidents and I don't want to feel the guilt later on, if and when I get to stay longer, just because he can make me. Besides, I haven't used up my allowable absences yet and I know that I need (and deserve) a break.  Last week was the most strenuous and I didn't take a day off even if I asked for one. So, uhmm... yes, I probably do deserve this "break" then... hehehe... It's sometimes hard to convince myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yay!  I'll have time to call up people tomorrow so I can FINALLY start diving lessons (just the classroom sessions first, I don't want to get into the water during my period. :P) this weekend.  Oww-weeee!!!!&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/8027033-113872076302647529?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113872076302647529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113872076302647529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113872076302647529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113872076302647529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-home-on-tuesday-night.html' title='at home on a Tuesday night'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113871207969835450</id><published>2006-01-31T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:54:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuninu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay.  I take my last entry back.  I don't want to be a loner at work so I'm probably better off with what I'm doing right now.  Yeah,  I probably won't get promoted ever here but who cares! hahaha...  At least I'll have money for grad school. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113871207969835450?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113871207969835450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113871207969835450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113871207969835450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113871207969835450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/nuninu.html' title='Nuninu'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113867633146882825</id><published>2006-01-31T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:58:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could turn back time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...I'd want it to be a few weeks ago again.  Specificially, at that precise moment when he asked me casually if I wanted to be a dba.  I promise not so say "No thanks, I don't even remember using triggers anymore." again.  Instead, I'd say yes right away, without any questions asked!  Hay!  Okay, I know I can't do that.  I'm no god.  But I hope he asks me again, soon!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113867633146882825?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113867633146882825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113867633146882825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113867633146882825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113867633146882825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I could turn back time...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113862403121736264</id><published>2006-01-30T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:15:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It went soooo fast!  I hardly felt it.  Hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My family had lunch at Dad's last Suday.  I was so hungry I dragged them to a buffet restaurant.  hahahaha... They obliged even if they weren't as hungry 'cause as I said I'll pay.  LoL.  I didn't have any money with me so I'll probably end up with just giving my salary again to my mommy.. :P  Good thing I got my money back already!  Wish I could thank Nikki but I don't have any of her contact numbers.  Anyway, we went to Divisoria after 'cause my sister badly wanted to buy herself a pair of jeans.  She didn't get to buy any but I was able to get myself a jacket (finally!) for P450.  Yay!   I won't ever freeze at work now!!! :P  We heard Mass after.  We saw Lola El there and had asked her to just ride with us but she insisted on staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Waaah!  No spa on Mondays!!!!  I knew it!  Grrr...  We spent the morning playing badminton instead.  It left me exhausted!  hahahaha...  I really  thought I was going to collapse on the court, though I didn't tell him how tired I was. :P  Yun pala, I had my period na kaya err... medyo sobrang nanghihina ako. hahaha  Pero it was a good thing we played,  I won't have to deal with dysmenorrhea today. :P  I just slept after we had lunch. hehehe.. Hay!  Week's starting again.  I'm getting tired of working already.  I don't know, but it has and it's still continually disappointing me.  Ugh! hay, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113862403121736264?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113862403121736264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113862403121736264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113862403121736264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113862403121736264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-that-was.html' title='the weekend that was'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113843839299925847</id><published>2006-01-28T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:53:13.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat d ako inaantok?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yay!!!  I love my mommy Knoll!  We've finally solved the Telus issue!!!!  F-I-N-A-L-L-Y!!! I hope this means, no more OT for a while.  Though dumami na tickets ko.  huhuhuhu... Kanina lang may 3 new ako.  Wala akong natapos sa mga bago.  1 lang ata.  Hindi ko pa na-update.  Ugh!  I'm too exhausted.  (Though weird... di pa ko inaantok) Di na ko ulit magsstay sa work for 14hours or more!!!!  Waaah!  And next week, Pag dating ng 6, tayo na agad! hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to go swimming (again) tomorrow!!!! Or water spa on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Scuba diving na talaga this Feb.  By hook or by crook, I'm going to start!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113843839299925847?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113843839299925847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113843839299925847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113843839299925847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113843839299925847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/bat-d-ako-inaantok.html' title='Bat d ako inaantok?!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113833224953605678</id><published>2006-01-27T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:30:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dami kong natutunan.  Dapat talaga kahapon ko pa nilista e.. Nakatulog kasi ko habang nagcocomputer. hahaha  Ayan tuloy nakalimutan ko na ata yung iba... Kala ko kasi naka-on yung YM archive ko.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn from other people's mistakes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oo nga naman.  Kung alam mo nang mali, bat mo pa gagawin?  Siguro nga mas tatagos sa buto at di mo na makakalimutan kung nangyari talaga, kung ginawa mo, kaya lang, err.. walang sense e.  Katangahan na yon. hehehehe  It doesn't need to happen to you for you to learn from it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just go with the flow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hindi lahat ng bagay e aayon sa gusto mo.  Hindi din lahat ng tao magugustuhan ka.  Di mo din malalaman mga iniisip nila at di mo din mababago yung mga iniisip nila at kung pano sila mag-isip kaya, sabayan mo na lang hanggang sa kaya mo.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bank on your experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang hirap nito.  Especially kung ikaw ako.. tipong madaling mainip. hahaha.. Pero oo.  Kelangan kong tumagal dito.  Shempre kahit papano, gusto ko naman maging normal. hahahaha...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hindi lahat ng pinagdadaanan ng isang tao kasalanan nya.  Hindi din sa trabaho nakabatay sa trabaho ang pagkatao ng isang tao.  At sino ba ko para mang mata diba?!  Hindi dapat umubra yung tipong porke ba mas mataas posisyon ko sayo e, dapat mababa na tingin ko sayo o aalipinin na kita.  Ano ba yon!  How bad!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to have any bad thoughts of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the first place, nobody was born mean naman.  Plus everybody makes mistakes.  So who am I to judge or to curse?  Release all the bad vibes, all the hatred and heavy feeling.  Shucks. parang medyo mahirap to a. Basta wag ko lang makalimutan yung Golden Rule siguro.  Solve na! :p&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shempre.  Kelan ba nawala to?  Pero ayon.  Struggling optimist pa di ako. hehehe&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;LEARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the words I love most!  The best part about this is, you don't have to go out of your way to do this. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weeeh!  Yeah!  I love everybody!  Why shouldn't I? Eh pano yung mga mejo kina-i-iritahan ko?!  (Kate to self: oo nga...) Uhhh.. Errr.. Why not?  Maybe loving involves a learning process. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113833224953605678?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113833224953605678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113833224953605678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113833224953605678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113833224953605678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-chat.html' title='after a chat'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113824999584722045</id><published>2006-01-26T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:33:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk tsk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Totoo palang mahirap mabuhay sa limang daang piso lang kada isang linggo (kahit magbaon ka pa).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113824999584722045?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113824999584722045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113824999584722045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113824999584722045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113824999584722045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk tsk!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113816155403423880</id><published>2006-01-25T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:59:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Recently, this Monday to be exact, I've sworn to be an optimist, to think only of happy thoughts, to focus on every single wonderful thing, even miniscule ones, the world's continually providing me, but with how things are going at work,  I just can't help but whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm so tired, I can't wait for Saturday.  Ugh!  OT pay's not enough to compensate what I'm going through right now.  *sigh*  It's actually not that bad,  not even an inch-close to hell.  But in any case, I'm drained!!!  The only thing that could probably alleviate all the stress and pressure on me right now is the one thing I'm currently looking forward to -- diving lessons!!! (hopefully this weekend)  Can't hardly wait!!! Woohoo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay.  Back to happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8027033-113816155403423880?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113816155403423880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113816155403423880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113816155403423880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113816155403423880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113810217446645760</id><published>2006-01-24T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:29:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yaiks!  I'm turning into a monster.  Working for over 12 hours with hardly any sleep will rarely happen again.  Swear!  I don't want to turn into a zombie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113810217446645760?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113810217446645760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113810217446645760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113810217446645760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113810217446645760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/yaiks-im-turning-into-monster.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113799940522560691</id><published>2006-01-23T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:03:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait to pack and fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where to?  I still don't know and I really don't care, just as long as I'm off to another country with a different culture waiting for me to discover!  Damn!  Wish I'm earning more than what I'm currently getting so I can visit more places whenever I want!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" background="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/corner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your travel type: Travel Yup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;img align=right src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/travelyup.gif"&gt;The Travel Yup likes exotic and adventurous travel, but prefers big cities with fast paced life. He has a keen interest in other cultures and always brings home a few souvenirs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Bangkok, getting a tailor made suite in Kuala Lumpur, that's the kind of thing the Travel Yup is into. Even though he likes to get away, he prefers his travels to be comfortable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere/images/number2.jpg"  align=right&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-left:10px;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;top destinations:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/australiaandpacific/australia/northernterritory/alicesprings"&gt;Alice Springs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/southamerica/colombia/ciudadperdida"&gt;Ciudad Perdida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/tahiti"&gt;Tahiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h3&gt;stay away from:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/cairo"&gt;Cairo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/europe/france/paris"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/tokyo"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/ br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/gowhere"&gt;get your own travel profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113799940522560691?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113799940522560691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113799940522560691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113799940522560691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113799940522560691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-wait-to-pack-and-fly.html' title='Can&apos;t wait to pack and fly!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113798922944451592</id><published>2006-01-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:10:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopeedee! Whoopeedoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hay!  Ano ba yang pinagsasabi ko??!?!  Dapat nga thankful ako kasi may trabaho ako na gusto ko e.  I can never control everything, including how other people think.  Plus wala namang madaling trabaho e!  Nagiging madali lang kasi iniisip mong (or in this case, ko) madali.  Sabi nga ni Armie, bayaan ko na lang, just go with the flow. :P   Besides, I trust the universe, I know that no matter what comes my way --  how hard things may seem,  I'd be okay.  I'm pretty sure that someone out there's looking after my best interest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whoopeeedeee!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love life!  Mine to be exact! hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know this may sound weird but no matter what I say or how often I rant, I can't wait to get to work! hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I might have to come in an hour or so early.  Daming nagiintay sakin! [na tickets a]  Stress na kung stress, ganun talaga e. But yes, I'm lovin' it! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113798922944451592?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113798922944451592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113798922944451592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113798922944451592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113798922944451592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/pfft.html' title='Whoopeedee! Whoopeedoo!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113797601237098985</id><published>2006-01-23T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:42:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/20060122%28039%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/20060122%28039%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard Mass at 7am&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast&lt;br /&gt;drove off to Cavite&lt;br /&gt;played badminton&lt;br /&gt;had a buffet lunch&lt;br /&gt;and went swimming...&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113797601237098985?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113797601237098985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113797601237098985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113797601237098985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113797601237098985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sunday.html' title='my Sunday'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113782033605994490</id><published>2006-01-21T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:36:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Grabe!  Kala ko tatanghaliin ako sa trabaho kanina.  Kainis!  Sino ba naman kasing gustong mademanda yung kumpanya dahil nawawala yung data para sa quarterly review ng clients nyo????  Ang nakakapikon kasi, wala ngang documentation, so pano yun? Hulaan kung anong feed yung nagfeed nung data na fi-need nung alam mong feed.  bwahahahaha...  Grabe!  Nakakaloka!  Buti na lang andon si mommy Knoll kung hindi malamang sa Lunes wala na kong trabaho at nakakulong pa ko.  Hay!  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eto pa.  Nakakaloka ang politika.  Nakakalungkot pero minsan, kadalasan pala, ganun daw talaga.  Sana lang talaga matagalan ko.  As long as andiyan si Mommy Knoll at si Rossy, mukhang kakayanin naman.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wish ko lang isa ko sa mga maisipan nya na i-fedex sa kabilang dulo ng mundo kahit pampalubag-loob man lang diba? hahaha.. Ang kapal no? :P  (Ang lakas ng pakiramdam ko na nababasa niya yung blog ko, pero sana hindi... hahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nakakatawa pala kanina.  Pauwi na kami nung napadaan kami sa Crowne Plaza tapos napansin namin ang daming tao sa labas.  Di naman OA sa dami pero madami din.  Yun pala iniintay nila yung paglabas ng BackstreetBoys!  Pumunta kasi sila dito para sa isang concert e.  Di shempre, since andun na din naman kami, naki-usi na.  Sabi naman kasi nung guard palabas na daw sila.  hahaha..  Kainis lang kasi di pa pala, siguro may 15-20minutes din kaming asa labas, nagtatawanan sa mga hard-core fans ng BSB na grabe kung makatili pag dumaan yung mga idol nila.  Lalo na yung isang girl dun.  Nakakatawa yung reaction nya.  Literal na nagh-hysterical siya dun.  Grabe!  hahaha... Kawawa nga si Manong guard, nabingi siguro.  Kinunan ko nga ng picture e. Sobrang nakakatawa, lukot sobra yung mukha!  hahaha.. (Kainis lang, hindi ko pwedeng ilipat yung phone pictures dito.  wala kasing datacable e. pinaglumaan na kasi. :P)  Hay nako! Nakakabilib!  May mga fans pa din sila kahit err.. medyo laos na sila. hahahaha  Si Nick Carter grabe, sobrang taba tas mukha pang sabog.  Siguro naglasing kagabi.  Pero yung iba ganun pa din itsura.  Si Kevin cute.  (Siya ba yun?  Yung itim yung buhok tas medyo mahaba yung mukha?)  Sobrang nice pa,  bumaba pa siya ng shuttle para pirmahan yung mga album na dala ng mga tao.  Ayun lang.  Ka-jolog-an encouter diba?  Asteg!  Pero sayang, mas jologs sana yung kung nagpapicture pa kami with them.  Next time siguro... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113782033605994490?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113782033605994490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113782033605994490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113782033605994490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113782033605994490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/toxic.html' title='Toxic!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113776066696799825</id><published>2006-01-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:37:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why worry now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 20th January 2006&lt;br /&gt;Why should it matter whether Venus and Mars are forming an angle of 60, 90 or, as now, 120 degrees? What influence can the relationship between these two distant planets really have? The ancients believed it made a big difference. They made crucial predictions and decisions on the basis of those mathematical divisions. Were they naive and foolish - or did they know something that today, we have all but forgotten? Find out for yourself this weekend. According to tradition, you are due a rather wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful you want to spend so much time with them, but try not to be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;Telling you not to worry now won't last for long. Even if you temporarily believe it, it will still be only too easy for you to talk yourself into worrying about what's going on and forgetting about your original objective. So, in the meantime, try to ignore what's going on and think, instead, about what you're after. Still, believe it or not, luck is definitely on your side. Here's a tip, too: Do something different -- think outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The world is truly wonderful!  Thanks for the boost!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113776066696799825?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113776066696799825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113776066696799825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113776066696799825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113776066696799825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-worry-now.html' title='Why worry now?'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113772875456599060</id><published>2006-01-20T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:45:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I knew it! I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ugh!  Why didn't I see it before?!?!?  Yes.  I know he sees me as a child but I never was sure that he judges a person's capabilities by sole reason of that!  Is it right to think that a person can't be entrusted with more responsibilities, that s/he doesn't possess any leadership qualities just because you think s/he's childish?!  Jeez!  I'll never have a 'career' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't quit now. I need to bank on my experience badly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, teach me to be patient...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to go slow...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to "wait on you"&lt;br /&gt;When my way I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me sweet forbearance&lt;br /&gt;When things do not go right&lt;br /&gt;So I remain unruffled&lt;br /&gt;When others grow uptight...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to quiet&lt;br /&gt;My racing, rising heart&lt;br /&gt;So I may hear the answer&lt;br /&gt;You are trying to impart...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to let go, dear God,&lt;br /&gt;And pray undisturbed until&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with inner peace&lt;br /&gt;And I learn to know your will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113772875456599060?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113772875456599060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113772875456599060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113772875456599060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113772875456599060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113764175975250540</id><published>2006-01-19T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:35:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak ng tipaklong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ang panget ng gabi ko.  Late ako. by 2 minutes. Ang saya diba?  Tapos ewan ko ba, ang pangit talaga ng disposisyon ko kahapon.  Parang sobrang galit ako sa mundo ng wala naman talagang dahilan.  Kawawa naman mga katrabaho ko.  Sana me punching bag doon.  Pang-alis ng tensyon. Lintek!  Promise!  Kala ko nga  sasabog ako sa ws ko e!  Buti na lang nung mga bandang patapos na yung araw ko, kumalma na ko ng onti. Hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Letch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113764175975250540?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113764175975250540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113764175975250540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113764175975250540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113764175975250540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/anak-ng-tipaklong.html' title='Anak ng tipaklong!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113754920905985034</id><published>2006-01-18T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:12:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...to scuba diving!  woohoo!!!  I already have the contact numbers courtesy of TA (thankie! :*) now all I need to know is when our team building seminar'll be so I can plan this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...to working with Ji!  Weeeeh!!  Elaine had dinner with her last night and she said that Ji wants to try it out there too!  Yay!  Ang di ko lang trip e pag nahawa yung mga ka-work ko isa kanya (if ever she decides to work there) kasi malamang ringerbanger nanman tatawag sakin non. bwahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...to trying out for a master's degree with of course, mama knoll!  I've seen ITTC's programming courses for the quarter and I didn't find anything interesting so I think I'll just push through with our planned Master's degree application.  Sana lang pumasa.  :S May exams and interviews pa kasi e. hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...to my week-long Boracay escapade with my sister, her friends and/or my friends!  Hope this'll push through. Si mommy kasi lagi last minute reservations... hay!   Kahit anong kulit ko... minsan, walang epekto.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...to vising Armie in Malaysia later this year.  Feel ko d ako makakaipon ng pang-cruise pero pang Singapore and Malaysia, kaya pa, so yes, I'm definitely excited about that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yay!!! Wish I could fast forward time! (and at the same time, save enough money for all of these!) bwehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113754920905985034?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113754920905985034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113754920905985034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113754920905985034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113754920905985034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/looking-forward.html' title='looking forward'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113747942648624671</id><published>2006-01-17T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:14:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy, sad sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/20060117%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/20060117%28009%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Chachi gave birth to 6 cutie little puppies earlier!  WEEEEH!!!  2 of them, were born last night, and the rest, early this morning.  Yay!!!  They're oh so tiny and adorable!  The first one's white with specks of dark brown (red) and black, second one's brown, 2 are black, and the last two are brown though the other one's darker.  I missed the whole thing but Det kept me updated.  She'd text me every so often to update me with Chachi's delivery.  I even called her up and she let me hear the little puppies' cries. Awww.. Ultra adorable!  Oh-so cooool!!!! Yay!  Can't wait for them to grow a bit more. :)  Poor Pao though, he can't even come near the pups, Chachi's always growling at him.  hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ramon'll be leaving us too!!!!  Tomorrow'll be his last day and he'll only come in to walk us through the major project that we have to finish by March!  WAAAAH!!!!! :(  Why are they leaving me one by one?!?!  Boohoo!  The management must have been rattled by these resignation incidents.  The HR manager even pulled us out for an impromptu meeting to discuss the probable reasons of why this is happening and the things we should look forward to in working there. ack!  :P  hehehehe     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. got to get some sleep now. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113747942648624671?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113747942648624671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113747942648624671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113747942648624671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113747942648624671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-happy-sad-sad.html' title='Happy happy, sad sad'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113737153589510957</id><published>2006-01-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:08:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone swimmin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/1600/20060115%28087%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3890/123/320/20060115%28087%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went swimming today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;det and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd probably do it more often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice a month at the least?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love wading in the water, floating like I don't have any worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not really swimming 'cause i easily tire myself.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... ohhh sooo relaxing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113737153589510957?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113737153589510957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113737153589510957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113737153589510957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113737153589510957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/gone-swimmin.html' title='Gone swimmin&apos;'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728219093870477</id><published>2006-01-15T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:19:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Friday the 13th and the morning after</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Armie finally said byebye.  She filed her resignation and left in an hour or so after.  Boohoo!  I would have probably been in tears if she didn't prepare me for it. (and the fact that she'll be back on Monday to take care of some unfinished business. hehehe)  Nicole also filed hers that same day!  Waaah!  Good thing she told me that morning that she was planning to resign. hay nako!  If she didn't I would have been a total wreck! (Imagine losing two girlfriends in an instant!!! Who wouldn't be?)  I feel bad everytime I remember laughing off Ramon's comment about my finding a new gf [Nicole] a few days ago 'cause he knows of Armie(my best girl pal at work)'s plans of leaving as well.  Buti na lang they'll still be back next week, probably Monday and Nicole promised to still play badminton with us on Saturdays!  Malaysia's too far away for weekend getaways with Armie but I plan to visit her within the year tapos I'll crash her wedding in Palawan next year!  hahaha...  I'm going to miss them both but probably not as bad if Ross wouldn't be around.  Good timing pa that Bryan asked Ross and Gerard to switch workstations, now he's sitting beside me. Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything went back to normal a few minutes later, except for sleepy (shopping that afternoon with my sister was exhausting!) me and probably trauma-stricken Elena who was on her 2nd day pa lang.  Rvin's so sweet, he really got us icecream (the day before his birthday I pursuaded him to treat us to some ice cream) without my having to wear a miniskirt a! :P  hehehehe  Ayon, we feasted on it after I got back from my nap.  Ang bait nga sobra,  when I returned to my WS, he was handing me the cones and they haven't started yet kasi they were waiting for me. ('cause I was the one who requested for it daw.. wahehehehe) Kapal ko ever! :P  So yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After work, we pushed through with Mommy Knoll and I's plan of having breakfast at Somethin' fishy Thursday morning before going home.  Ang galing nga!  Even if we asked them at the last minute, almost everybody came!  Considering na nagjeep lang kami a.. Cool!  Only Amor who had to go to her in-laws that morning, Bozy and sleeping Rvin, whom Gerard wasn't able to wake up, weren't able to join us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So yon.  Wala lang.  I hibernated when I got home kaya ngayon lang ako mag-po-post. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728219093870477?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113728219093870477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113728219093870477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728219093870477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728219093870477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-dreaded-friday-and-morning-after.html' title='my Friday the 13th and the morning after'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728191177185575</id><published>2006-01-15T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:38:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/640/20060113%28004%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/320/20060113%28004%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Armie (she's with the Reporting Dev't) and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728191177185575?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113728191177185575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113728191177185575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728191177185575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728191177185575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/nicole-armie-shes-with-reporting-devt.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728180711056382</id><published>2006-01-15T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:36:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/640/20060113%28006%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/320/20060113%28006%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls (Amor, Lanie, Nicole, Me, Elaine and Mommy Knoll) plus si Rvin na um-extra. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728180711056382?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113728180711056382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113728180711056382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728180711056382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728180711056382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/us-girls-amor-lanie-nicole-me-elaine.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728158781206517</id><published>2006-01-15T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:33:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/640/20060114%28001%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/320/20060114%28001%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream for the Team!  Birthdayboy's MIA... sleeping. hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728158781206517?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113728158781206517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113728158781206517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728158781206517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728158781206517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/ice-cream-for-team-birthdayboys-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728152045874349</id><published>2006-01-15T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:32:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/640/20060114%28004%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/320/20060114%28004%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, Marco, Elaine and Lanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728152045874349?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728149045292013</id><published>2006-01-15T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:31:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/640/20060114%28003%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/320/20060114%28003%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan, Ramon, Mommy Knoll, Ross and Gerard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728149045292013?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113728149045292013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113728149045292013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728149045292013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113728149045292013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/tristan-ramon-mommy-knoll-ross-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113728118505004524</id><published>2006-01-15T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:26:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/640/20060114%28008%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/230/1528/320/20060114%28008%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethin' fishy with Elaine, Melanie, Tristan, Ramon, Marco, Mommy Knoll, Ross and Gerard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113728118505004524?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113711700077763109</id><published>2006-01-13T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:50:00.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless and hyper</title><content type='html'>That 12-hour sleep was indeed good for 2 days! hahahaha..  It's Elaine's first day yesterday!  Grabe!  Ang cool!  Batchmate. hahaha.. wala lang. she was ultra nice. :)  I probably spent my first half hour at work getting to know her. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako!  I had the worst tickets yesterday ever!  As in!  Grabe!  Feeling ata nila psychic ako, sobrang bitin sa details.... ka-stress!  Buti sana kung isang ticket lang yon dba?!  Hay!  Nakakalagas talaga ng buhok ever!  I badly wanted to play badminton so I went straight home (was suppose to go to the bank to fill out another form so I can get my money back.. later siguro.) pero my sister's still asleep. Argh!  Hay!  Ang hirap gisingin!  Kainis!  10 na o.. ano ba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend from work might have to resign too.. Boohoo!!! Everybody's leaving me.  :(  Bakit ganito!!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113711700077763109?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113711700077763109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113711700077763109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113711700077763109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113711700077763109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleepless-and-hyper.html' title='Sleepless and hyper'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113704408966447631</id><published>2006-01-12T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:34:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours of sleep paid off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was extra hyper at work! bwahahahahaha... even though I haven't been in the mood to work lately, yesterday was different. Though I probably would have been crabby if I didn't make it to work on time.  Good thing I did.  I've never thought I could get to work in under 30minutes. hahaha.. I don't want to gamble again though. :P  I must just get it. I don't want to get fired because of stupid late incidents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Weeeeee!  I'm back on track.  Yeah,  I missed last Thursday, but I could still redeem myself right?  :)  Yay!!!  I hope I could follow through...  It's more than an obligation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Guess what?  I don't care about about him anymore.  I would never EVER again let myself be affected by what he say or do (as long as it's not work-related)!  WOOHOO!  (Hopefully, self empowerment'll work for me. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay.  Bhu-bye for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113704408966447631?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113704408966447631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113704408966447631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113704408966447631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113704408966447631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/12-hours-of-sleep-paid-off.html' title='12 hours of sleep paid off!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113689109833205721</id><published>2006-01-10T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:08:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, but no thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If it means throwing all my ideals into the air, slaving myself just to please you, allowing myself to be typecasted, and spending my entire life making a living instead of actually living, then, thanks but no thanks, I'd rather not grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113689109833205721?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113689109833205721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113689109833205721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113689109833205721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113689109833205721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-but-no-thanks.html' title='Thanks, but no thanks.'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113688922985446852</id><published>2006-01-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:33:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wasn't able to buy that uber nice pink shirt!!!!! WAAAH!!!!!  The salesgirl should have told me that they were to have a sale this weekend!  I would have went to Shang myself last Sat even without Det.  I wouldn't have travelled all the way to Shang yesterday just to be informed that they sold it already.  Grr!!!  Ka-pagod a!  Especially since we came from Divisoria pa.  hay... It was my first time there in MONTHS, probably, in a year... hahahaha Grabe!  Daming tao!  Ang sad pa kasi all I got to buy were spaghetti-strapped shirts for the blouse that I wanted to myself... hay!  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I brought work clothes noh!  hahahaha... Kaya lang wala... I didn't change.  :P  Buti na lang I didn't get a memo for that.  LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Weeeeeh!!!!  I have Armie for myself whole week this week!  Pero after non, bye bye na..   I wish she could just take me with her. :(  I'll definitely miss her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Work's starting to suck.  :(  No more Armie, no more surfing/emailing at work (they've blocked all websites!  kahit yahoo and gmail.. grrrr.... and our internal email addy can only send out email within the company... hay!) STC people's doing my work without informing me or my lead first a... :( , tapos everybody's gone cold at work pa.  It's starting to get gloomy... boohoo!!!  What do I do?  I don't want to give up on this.  I so want to hang on... HELP!!!!&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/8027033-113688922985446852?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113688922985446852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113688922985446852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113688922985446852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113688922985446852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/boohoo.html' title='Boohoo!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113676451887890123</id><published>2006-01-09T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:03:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin'Jupiter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have never felt as broke. ever.  I lost some money because of a failed ATM transaction.  I still am  not sure if I'd be able to recover it.  hay!  babaw diba?  Pero P4k's still P4k.  The rest of my money's with my mom now.  So even if I badly want to buy that oh-so-nice blouse in Kamiseta (which I bet is gone already) sorry na lang, no funds yet. hay!  (My mom has scolded me though for being too stringent.  Di ko naman daw makakain or masusuot yung pera ko pero diba, ang hirap gumastos pag mahal?  hay!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;College-classmate sightings:  I had to go to the bank last Friday to submit an incident report.   What do you know!  A classmate of mine helped me out with it.  Well, I'm not so sure if she remembers me. I mean, since I was a shiftee and we hardly became classmates, anyway, I don't blame her if she didn't recognize me (but I really think she did though it probably was the most awkward 15minutes for us that day.)   Saying hi in my high-pitched, ever perky voice to her after another bank employee led me to her cube was embarrassing when she just looked down in response.  But she was ultra helpful and she was all smiles before I left.  That evening, my groupies and I, (cool namin!  We (dev people) all take our lunchbreaks at the same time almost everytime!  Sige na nga, except for Mr. Ang, our supervisor, who's got a world of his own. bwahahaha :P) had dinner in Metrowalk, shempre san pa, e di sa Yoohoo!  and lo and behold, I saw a collegeclassmate there too!  hahaha... We were about to leave when I saw her (who's still pretty as hell... crush ko pa din ever! *sigh*) though so I wasn't able to say hi.  Ayon. Wala lang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Saturday was spent hibernating as usual but I did wake up at 5pm to prepare for that night's dinner.  My mom and Tita Minda (her cousin) celebrated their birthdays earlier this week, Tita last Jan1st and Mom, the 3rd so they thought of buying everybody dinner.  We went to the seaside market in macapagal ave.  Grabe!  Super tagal.  The food was good though, especially the tempura.  Plus it wasn't so expensive. They probably spent around P8-9k ($150-175) altogether, and we were how many, approximately 30pax? Good enough!  :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sunday was different.  Det and her friends drove off to Tagaytay early.  Everybody here at home was probably feeling lazy so we had lunch at around 1, after Kuya Al's family arrived.  We tried setting up the 3 desktop pc's here, unfortunately, nothing seemed to work. (I was even soo excited about the new laser printer that I was soo looking forward to trying it out.  *sigh*)  Oh well.  Then we heard mass at 5, went to the mall to get us a blower (the doggies need it more than we do... hehe) and to window shop as usual, and had dinner at Causeway (where else! :P) afterwards.  Dimsum galore I tell you!  I love it there.  hay...  An hour or so after we got home, I found out that he hasn't been texting or calling me all afternoon because he was in the hospital!  hay... we didn't get to talk when he got home 'cause I fell asleep.  Hopefully, he's doing better na.  He went to work pa today.  Ano ba yan!  :(  I feel bad talaga..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday nanaman.  Work nanaman mamaya.  I dunno, we'll probably play badminton in a few minutes, Det and I then head to Divisoria to look for jackets for her and then to Shang to check if they still have that blouse that I fell in love with (bwehehehe... she has money I can borrow. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113676451887890123?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113676451887890123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113676451887890123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113676451887890123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113676451887890123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/jumpinjupiter.html' title='Jumpin&apos;Jupiter!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113641668532345768</id><published>2006-01-05T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:06:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Back pain has subsided.  Hooray!  It's still there but it's not as painful anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's manageable (except for problematic tickets here and there) but I have been feeling sleepy a lot.  *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have started playing badminton with Det this week.  Played doubles with Jeff and Roland yesterday.  :P  Ultra fun!  Weeee!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mom's birthday the other day, the third.  We had dinner at Dencio's in MetroWalk the other day.  :)  Bought her roses, a dozen of orange and 2 dozens of white ones before I went home.  hehehehe  Super cool!  They were really fragrant and were pretty cheap too.  :P  Brought a dozen of orange roses to work awhile ago for my teammates. :)  Was suppose to bring them the other day but I forgot them because I was in a hurry.  They were wilted by the end of the day though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about going to Palawan anymore.  But we might head to Singapore before the month ends instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to head home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113641668532345768?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113641668532345768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113641668532345768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113641668532345768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113641668532345768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113612955385871884</id><published>2006-01-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:50:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i don't have any desktop pc yet.  ergo, no photoshop. i'll be working on it soon, though.  real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113612955385871884?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113612955385871884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113612955385871884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113612955385871884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113612955385871884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-look.html' title='new look?'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113612899345315623</id><published>2006-01-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:50:42.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... just like how every single tomorrow is and should be treated, in relation to today.  (labo ba? 'sensha na... tao lang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. you can only decide how you're going to live now. - Joan Baez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;January first is JUST A DATE!  It should never be considered as the only time when we could start anew.  Life goes on everyday.  It will never stop and wait for us.  We're the ones who should keep up with time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can. - Cary Grant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nobody wants to be a Rip Van Winkle. At least not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. - Gandhi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Seize the day!  But this doesn't mean that I should try every single imaginable thing there is right?!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value. - Albert Einstein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amen to that!  We are but social beings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. - Alfred D. Souza   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm officially bidding farewell to 2005, the year that might have been the worst so far.  I could never describe 2005 as smooth sailing or easy, ever.  It was hella one tough year for me!  Don't get me wrong though, it gave me the opportunity to travel, to learn new things, find out more about myself, and to come up with realizations on love and life that I wouldn't probably discover if not for all the hardships that I had to go through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So... Hello to endless possibilities!  The best has yet to come!  2006,  YOU are MINE!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113612899345315623?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113612899345315623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113612899345315623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113612899345315623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113612899345315623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2006/01/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh start...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113599440602788772</id><published>2005-12-31T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:12:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YearEndSurvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;ini! I'd never do those things again! :P &lt;br /&gt;left without my family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't had any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;Cha.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;self confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.. nov16? haha.. but I have to wait til my birthday to see if it'll really be memorable. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;finally making a decision (1 lang..yaiks!) on my own and sticking to it... and I got back home alive didn't I? hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;didn't try too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;colds every so often, and backpains that could possibly be herniated nucleus pulposus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;wala.. laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Father Joe's during the Church incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;the President's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;my mom. as usual. hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things! srj, travelling, working, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song(s) will always remind you of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;the scientist, stickwitu, breathe, breakaway, sadtobelong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? -- definitely happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? -- fatter! :(&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? -- richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done more?&lt;br /&gt;stood up for myself; believed more in my capabilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;gone with the flow, sleep and eat! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;IronChef, Disney Playhouse, ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anyone I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;DaVinciCode, AnansiBoys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Nickleback, Tonic, Hale &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;a job? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;umm...Mr. and Mrs. Smith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I turned 22, and wala.. I just went to school and heard Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;probably nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;same old comfy clothes; flipflops with almost anything; and I wore more khakis this year pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;the internet! my family. him. and Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Angel Locsin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;gloriagate. what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Cha.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;the Manlapigs and the development team. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;money isn't everything; everything happens for a reason; life goes on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the nicest thing someone told you about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;marunong ako makisama, umm.. that I'm smart... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching experience you've had this year?&lt;br /&gt;umm.. when Tito Gerry picked us up at 12midnight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you like most about yourself this year? &lt;br /&gt;my humility... apologizing even for things I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you hate most about yourself this year? &lt;br /&gt;immaturity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish, Take a chance, Make a change, And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;had great experiences and I learned alot from those downfalls and mistakes. Definitely was a good year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;walking by the beach with my sis before I left and alone when I was away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;the time I was accused of something I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when 2005 began?&lt;br /&gt;Manila.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;Tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be with when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a new years resolution for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because of him. hahaha they're listed somewhere below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite month of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;may, november and december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite record from 2005?&lt;br /&gt;umm..none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many concerts did you see in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you drink a lot of alchohol in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;not really. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money did you spend in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;a lot! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your proudest moment of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;flying back home alive. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your most embarrassing moment of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;umm.. the most recent I remember are my office booboos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;nothing. everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;learn more, 'live more'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you different now that the year has ended?&lt;br /&gt;I have more passion to see the world and experience more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your wishes for the new year?&lt;br /&gt;for things to get better here, peace of mind and good health for everybody including me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113599440602788772?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113599440602788772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113599440602788772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113599440602788772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113599440602788772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/yearendsurvey.html' title='YearEndSurvey'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113595333608263687</id><published>2005-12-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:10:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano daw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay... I didn't ask what they thought I have.  The xray looked normal to me though Kuya Hector told me that the one which looked pretty darn straight and stacked up nicely had to be slightly curving... so all the while, I thought that that was the only think I had to be concerned about, a flat back.  Yesterday, I was looking through the medical screening papers, I decided to look up the comprehensible scribbles the doctor wrote down under diagnosis.  Lo and behold, they're considering that I might have &lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000442.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Herniated nucleus pulposus&lt;/a&gt; pala!  Ouch!  Slipped disk.  Waaah!  I have the symptoms.  Boohoo!  What if I really do have slipped disk?  I have to recover from this.  I don't want to be paralyzed. huhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113595333608263687?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113595333608263687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113595333608263687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113595333608263687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113595333608263687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/ano-daw.html' title='Ano daw?'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113590970738338248</id><published>2005-12-30T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:24:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 goals and resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm no fan of coming up with resolutions every new year because I know how hard it is to keep up with it.   But because of you, I made up a list this year.  Here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;get myself a master's degree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise!  my hamstrings are too short, I can't even stretch properly!  grrr...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to at least 3 places/provinces/islands in the Philippines I haven't been to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel outside the Philippines at least once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to scuba dive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least start learning a new language.  (a new programming language too if possible.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep my job (and get a promotion. hahahaha...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet and befriend at least 10 new people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;abstinence. abstinence. abstinence.  hehehehe :P  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;improve posture.  no more slouching. :(  I don't want to be paralyzed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;fast! cleanse my body!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;smile more. worry less.  I need to learn how to relax.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop complaining and start working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;save up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;read more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go back to my Thursday routine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;control my temper. hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;GROW UP.  act maturely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid confrontational situations.  I no longer want to get into a fight with anybody.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;count and share my blessings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll probably add more to this later on.  Okay, I have to go, I'm too sleepy to think now.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113590970738338248?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113590970738338248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113590970738338248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113590970738338248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113590970738338248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006-goals-and-resolutions.html' title='2006 goals and resolutions'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113590659791914365</id><published>2005-12-30T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:36:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day work week</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ka-tamad.  Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hay!  I only got to finish a tandim.  haha.. yaiks!  and I've been moving from one request to another every 5 minutes or so... hay!  I wasn't really in a mood to work.  I didn't feel like I had something to look forward to and I probably was still on vacation mode.  The dinner that was suppose to be held last Tuesday was postponed to Wednesday because it was pouring that night and most of them were late.  Most of my co-workers and I just ate at McDo that Tuesday night instead.  Ang funny pa.  During our supposed lunch break, we all went to Metrowalk only to find out that Dencio's was already closed.  hahaha.. So yon, they ate at Yoohoo na lang.  The dinner pushed through the following day though.  But we had it at SouthSea Grill instead. It was okay,  I wasn't my hyper self though 'cause  my friend'll be leaving soon... :(  She didn't come to work today and it had been pretty quiet.  I didn't have anybody to bug, 'visit' or to IM.  huhuhu.. I don't think I'd ever get used to not having her around.  *sigh*  But I know that she'll be better off resigning. I wish I could join her.  hay!   I might fly with her to Palawan before they finally leave for Malaysia.  I'd actually love to but it still depends on err.. how much it'll cost me. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So what else has happened?  Tuesday, the supposed lunch out with my highschool friends was cancelled because nobody could go.  I went to the doctor to have my back checked and they're considering me of having Herniated Nucleus Pulposus. :(  I started therapy that same afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He came over yesterday right after his shift.  Weeeee!!!  Wala lang.. It was nice seeing him.  I went out for a haircut after he left.  My hair looks worst than before!  :(  Waaah!!!  I shouldn't have complained about my cut two weeks ago, now I have ultra short hair.  hay!  That night, Knoll, Ramon and I went to Tiendesitas.  hahaha.. wala lang.  I  drove to work just so we could go there but err.. we didn't even get to buy anything but a glass of fruit shake.  I loved looking at those cute little puppies though. :)  That was the best part of the night,  other than that, everything was horrible.  Aside from my back pains, it was also the time of the month so I was suffering from dysmenorrhea and I had to change almost every other hour!  hay!  I also didn't feel like working,  I ended up just skimming my tandims,  did most of the investigatory and almost finished the product updates for one of the accounts.  That was it.  Badminton this morning didn't push through as well.  I wasn't in the mood and I bet nobody else was willing to play.  Most of them stayed around my work station after work though.  We answered this Karaoke test thing where you're given a line from a song and you had to guess it's title.  Grabe!  Ramon was soo good, hands down talaga!  hahahaha.. I dropped Knoll, Gerard and Ramon afterwards na din since they're on my way naman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ayon lang.  My boring week.  hay!  Might come in early on Monday so I can organize my things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113590659791914365?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113590659791914365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113590659791914365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113590659791914365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113590659791914365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-day-work-week.html' title='3-day work week'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113565996256511535</id><published>2005-12-27T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:17:10.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;OMG!  I am sheltered!  Well, probably not as sheltered as how a friend of mine is, who, at 28, doesn't commute, grew up in a convent and is still living with her mom.  But, yes,  I finally realized how sheltered I am.  My mom let's me commute, I get to go out with my friends once in awhile, but yes, I probably still am sheltered.  hay!  You want to know how it hit me?!  (1) My mom had to accompany me to the hospital to have my back checked.  (2)  When the doctor asked if I were pregnant (SOP question before an X-ray) she laughed at the question while stroking my hair, giving me (and hopefully the doctor's clueless about that) the idea that she still is thinking and treating me like a little girl.  Sheesh!  I'm not disappointed at all knowing for a fact that she trusts me, and I honestly won't do anything stupid as doing it with him or with anybody else for that matter, but I just hope that someday, she'd see me as a young woman, at the least.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll be going back to the Orthopedic hospital in a little while for my X-ray and urinalysis... my gosh!  it was sooo embarrassing.  I didn't know that my hamstrings were THAT short already!  I know I can't stretch that much but I never thought it was that bad!  haha... so much for a year of living a sedentary lifestyle. :P It's only 12:50, I still have over half an hour to spare.  I finally got to send out those long over due Christmas cards!  Phew!  I didn't think I'd spend almost 300 pesos though. hay!  Okay lang.. hehehehe It still feels great knowing that I'd probably make a few people smile.  It'll probably get to them by mid-January. hehehe.. better late than never! :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We went to the Daughters of St. Paul Convent yesterday.  Sister Clemence was so accomodating and warm.  Meeting her made me realize that I could never be a nun.  Ever.  hahahaha  It was a bit of a different experience for me.  I've never met a nun in a long time...  But it was quite an experience.  Made me think more about my life's spiritual depth.&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/8027033-113565996256511535?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113565996256511535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113565996256511535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113565996256511535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113565996256511535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/killing-time.html' title='Killing time'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113564549074076046</id><published>2005-12-27T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:04:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts sooo bad!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113564549074076046?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113564549074076046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113564549074076046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113564549074076046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113564549074076046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113551797785648928</id><published>2005-12-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:39:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;We spent it at Tito Danny's after hearing Mass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't have any other visitors so you can probably say that we crashed their place. hehehehe Waited for Enzo before we left.  He's the cutuest!  Hay.. I wish I have brought a camera along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to buy Gayleen a ring as well.  I hope it won't get lost in the mail, that it'll fit her and she'd like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Feeling really sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113551797785648928?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113551797785648928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113551797785648928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113551797785648928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113551797785648928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas day!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113551667023149961</id><published>2005-12-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:17:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISFJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. I am introverted, just like how I have always been.  I don't understand why people from work think I'm extroverted. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got the same results from this book my step-cousin Angelo brought with him here almost two years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are excerpts of the description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From http://keirsey.com/personality/sjif.html:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The primary desire of the Protector Guardian is to be of service to others, but here "service" means not so much furnishing others with the necessities of life (the Provider's concern), as guarding others against life's pitfalls and perils, that is, seeing to their safety and security. There is a large proportion of Protectors in the population, perhaps as much as ten percent. And a good thing, because they are steadfast in their protecting, and seem fulfilled in the degree they can insure the safekeeping of those in their family, their circle of friends, or their place of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protectors find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden and can deal with disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They go about their task of caretaking modestly, unassumingly, and because of this their efforts are not sometimes fully appreciated. They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Providers, except with close friends and relatives. With these they can chat tirelessly about the ups and downs in their lives, moving (like all the Guardians) from topic to topic as they talk over their everyday concerns. However, their shyness with strangers is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth these Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From http://typelogic.com/isfj.html:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the exam could be found &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113551667023149961?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113551667023149961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113551667023149961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113551667023149961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113551667023149961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/isfj.html' title='ISFJ'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113546840523730943</id><published>2005-12-25T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:00:41.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh! oh! oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="'Verdana,MS Serif','New York',serif" color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8027033-113546840523730943?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113546840523730943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113546840523730943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113546840523730943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113546840523730943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-oh-oh.html' title='oh! oh! oh!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113546798587010083</id><published>2005-12-25T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T07:46:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booboos. again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay.  The Canadian Senior developer, our boss, yes, invited everyone to an IM conference the other night, the 23rd here, just so he can greet everyone a merry Christmas.  I was again, my hyer self, so I greeted him in Tagalog.  And everyone started laughing nanaman, but guess what, he already got himself a Filipino dictionary. hahaha... So anyway, he said he doesn't how how to pronounce it, then Bryan said, I'll say it for him, which was backed up by Marco who told him that I'll call him in 20 sec.  I was never interviewed by any of the Canadian guys before and I never had to do one-on-one meetings as well so erm.. you can say that I have a bit of cold feet with doing that.  (and I don't have his extension number kaya! :P)  So what I did was pass it to Bryan again, I said Bryan'll pronounce it for him when he comes here (which, by the way, is by the end of January) But no, Bryan doesn't want to let me off the hook so he posted my extension number on the conference window and told him to just call me up!  And HE DID!  in less than a minute!  Everyone was laughing nanaman while I didn't know what to do!  Geez!  Shempre, hamak na empleyado lang ako.. so I picked it up.  I was speechless.  I swear.  I can't say a word, can't construct a sentence properly.  hahaha.. Shucks!  By the way, in fairness, he was really nice a.  And he sounded.. cute! haha.. while I sounded stupid.  Yuck!  hay! (He's only 26 a and I heard that the last time he was here, almost everybody (girls lang siguro..) daw was checking him out. :P)  If I won't be terminated because of that, I might because of this:  After we talked, I posted this on the conference: WAAAH!  YOU OWE ME!  Pertaining to Bryan and forgetting, AGAIN!, that it was Dustin's and that he's around.  OMG!  I know!  I should start digging my grave, NOW!  Letch!  Christmas comedy.  hay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, we were let go early the other day, our department that is.  Nice no.. See.. our Canadian boss' nice.  We'll be having a year end dinner pa on Tuesday before the shift starts.  And Bryan'll be paying for it muna.. daw.. hahaha Diba?  I have the nicest bosses ever?  (Yeah,  I am convincing myself that since they're ultra nice, I won't ever get terminated because of my kakulitan bloopers. hahaha)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He did fetch me yesterday, after my shift. :)  Weeeeeeh!!!  We had breakfast first at Something Fishy in Eastwood.  Galing!  Mura lang nung buffet breakfast.  The food wasn't spectacular but was definitely filling. hehehe We spent less than $5 (less than P230 actually) pa.  Asteg.  Tapos non, we went to Greenhills.  I finally got some of my relatives and friends something. Weepee! Hopefully, they'll compensate for the late greeting cards that I'll only be able to send out by Tuesday or Wednesday. wehehehe...  Tapos we drove home na.  He assembled the chocolate cakes he brought with him here at home kasi it was still hot when he left his place e.  Ay, ay, ay!  He got me another Gaiman book!  ASTEG!!!  It's a children's story... most definitely not currently on my I-want-list but would probably get myself in the future just because I want to own every single Gaiman work there is.  hahahaha Galing galing!  He stayed here 'til around 6pm so ayon, we almost got to spend the whole day together.  Wala lang..   Kaka-sad lang though 'cause today's his birthday.  Hindi yesterday.  :(  So next year, I have to find a way so we could celebrate Chirstmas and his birthday together.  After he left, I slept.  I just woke up an hour or so ago.  :(  I missed the traditional, waiting up for Christmas thing.  Plus we didn't get to go to Church last night too.  My family probably knew that I haven't had any sleep yet so they let me be.  Hay!  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113546798587010083?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113546798587010083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113546798587010083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113546798587010083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113546798587010083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/booboos-again.html' title='Booboos. again.'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113531825190353341</id><published>2005-12-23T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:10:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It pushed through!  I got to play badminton with my officemates this morning.  Weeee!  But only five of us played though.  Armie just went there to cheer for me. wehehehe I wasn't feeling well last night.  I missed the Christmas dinner supposedly with my college friends but I still came in for work.  I was down with a fever still, had a bit of sniffles, coughing was there still though my sore throat got a bit better.  I really wanted to come in for the sole reason of playing badminton the next morning (today)! hahaha..  I was the one who got them into it in the first place so I can't not show up.  :(  It was all good though 'cause after spending my lunch break in the sleeping quarters last night, I felt a bit better.  All that coughing preventing me from getting some sleep but at least I got to rest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two new tandims assigned to me right now..  hay!  Lesson learned:  NEVER ask for more work.  I got stuck with the one I started the other day though and that's not finished yet.  Oh well.  We had free taho this morning!  Yay!!!  TAHO ALL I WANT!  Kaya lang I only had a small glass 'cause it turned out to be too sweet for me and I had to hurry downstairs because they were already waiting for us downstairs (remember? the badminton game?)  The place we went too was just a block away from work and they only charge 75 pesos per person for 3 hours. Good enough huh?!  Sir Bryan said we should do it every week.  I just hope more of them can join us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring any ride last night because I was too sick to drive so I had to take the bus on my way home.  Hay!  Hassle sobra!  I had so much stuff kasi.  It was all good though.  Bryan dropped us off at Gale then Armie and I took a bus in EDSA.  I alighted from the bus in Munoz then I had brunch at Jollibee before boarding a jeep home.  I was starving!  hahaha...  Ang takaw ko!  I ate rice ulit at 12... lunch with my family.  hahaha Shucks!  Super takaw.  Sarap kasi ng ulam.  Adobong pusit and sinigang na baboy sa miso.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better sleep now.  I don't want to be late for work later.  He MIGHT fetch me pala later.  I don't know about him but I'm thinking of passing by the mall to get my cousins and friends something...  I don't know.. maybe a ring or whatever I can enclose to those Christmas cards I still have to send out.  :P   I know, Chirstmas na.. e.. wala akong time e.  I haven't even finished my medical exam nga e!  LoL  e I have been there for over a month already.  Hirap kasi mag-jebs.  Shucks!  hahaha.. Hirap ng irregular. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O siya!  Baboo na!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113531825190353341?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113531825190353341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113531825190353341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113531825190353341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113531825190353341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/badminton.html' title='Badminton!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113521011097815677</id><published>2005-12-22T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:14:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hahaha.. Literally did that right after I got a confirmation that I did get to fix the freaking bug!  Hooray!  I wasn't really feeling well yesterday and driving the suv to work didn't help either.  Note to self: must practice driving.  Less than an hour after I logged in, I decided to take my lunch break na so I could take some medicine.  When I went back, I saw her comment on the ticket!  And it had Thank you in Tagalog a.. hahahaha.. it really made my day! I ended up sending I love you messages to everybody at work.  hahahaha.. Weird ko.  Napagkakamalan tuloy akong extrovert sa work.  I'm always hugging people, bugging everybody, etc.  Grabe!  Buti di pa sila naiinis sa kakulitan ko.  LoL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So yon!  It was a happy day for me.  We got to finally finalize a badminton 'session' too!  First one's tomorrow after work.  :)  I even volunteered Tristan's place (Tris is the new guy pala but he took the exams same day as I did)  as our party venue though we don't even have a gathering planned.  hahahaha Tapos I told Sir Bryan about their suggestion of hanging out in RedBox one of these days!   hahaha Yeah.  I sort of proclaimed myself as my team's event organizer.  Hahaha... Ang kulit ko. Over!  Sana talaga d nila ko sipain dahil sa kakulitan ko.  Shucks!  I showed Bryan our email exchange (remember yesterday's blooper with Dustin?) and now he's thinking of going to Camiguin na din.  Gaya gaya ever! :P  (Sana d niya matunton ang tala-arawang ito.  Baka mabatukan ako nun. hahahaha)  Grabe!  Hanggang ngayon ang kulit ko pa din.  Matutulog na nga ako.  Baka d ako magising, di ako makasama sa Christmas dinner namin later.  Patay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Waah!! I've ran out of clothes!!!!  Di kasi nakaplantsa last weekend!  Grr.. I don't want to wear jogging pants to dinner naman.  Hay!  Bahala na.  Okay. Really need to rest now.  Ang sama pa din ng sipon ko and I still feel a bit feverish... Sana talaga mawala to so I can play badminton tomorrow.  Woohoo!  I'm ultra excited already.  Weepeee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113521011097815677?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113521011097815677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113521011097815677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113521011097815677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113521011097815677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/sharing-love.html' title='Sharing the love!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113514492835095651</id><published>2005-12-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:27:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooper nanaman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I accidentally sent an email to the Canadian senior software guy!  hahaha.. It was soo funny!  I didn't notice that the original message I replied to was carbon copied to him.  I just saw his name after I sent my message which was in Tagalog!  (Maikli lang naman yun e.. all I said was: "Yay!  Camiguin na sa 30th!  Bwehehehe :P")  Grabe!  Ultra embarrassing.  Bryan probably laughed his head off when Armie told him.  I didn't forget to take out Bryan's name but forgot to check out the CC field!  Tanga!  haha.. Dustin was cool though.  He replied jokingly.  LoL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hay!  I can't wait to go to Cebu  or Palawan but nothing'll beat Camiguin off the top of my Philippines-can't-resist-islandhopping-destination list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need moolah!!!  I want to go out and explore sooo bad!!!!  Can't wait for regularization.. for paid leaves.. for salary increases!  hahaha... Anak ng tipaklong talaga no?  E ngayon nga pinoproblema ko kung i-re-retain ako e. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rachel resigned Monday.  Wala lang.. na-sad ako kahit alam ko nung first day nya pa lang, na may possibility na umalis siya in a few weeks.  Yun lang.. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hay nako!  Frustration got the better of me the other day which caused that drama bruhaha before I left work.  That won't ever happen again!  I SWEAR!!!!  You have no idea how relieved I was though when I didn't see a comment on that stupid request in my tandim list!  I thought it was all over until I got a reply from her telling me that she's done auditing for the day that's why she couldn't assess it yet.  Gah-darn!  Good thing though I sensed warmth and lightness in her response or I would have ended whining again.  I still have my fingers crossed.  I hope it's working fine now.  I don't want to spend another minute working on it again!  Ugh!  Hate it when you have no idea on what you're working on and you don't have any resource available to even check if what you did was correct!  Hay!  Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yay pala!  They liked my cake!  Well, most of them said they did. hahahaha.. Weepee!!!!!  I might go back to baking soon. :)  And it was touching to hear them say that I made them feel the Christmas spirit this year. Aww...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I still haven't started playing badminton.  Hay!  Det always finds a reason not to crawl out of bed in the morning!  Grabe!  And to think that she had been complaining earlier last week of me delaying our supposedly daily badminton games.  Hay!  Nakakainis!  I had been looking forward to this pa naman.  Even bought us rackets!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow'll be my college friends' Christmas dinner.  Yay!! Sana ma-finalize though.. wala pa kasing venue.  hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay... Tulog na nga ko... I feel like I'm catching flu and baka ma-late pa ako mamaya.. Kapagod pala talaga mag-mass-trans. Layo kasi ng lakad pag-MRT e.. Pero if I can avoid it, ayaw ko talaga mag-car.  Feeling ko mas magastos and dami mo pang iisipin!  (Kuripot ko talaga ever! hahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113514492835095651?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113514492835095651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113514492835095651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113514492835095651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113514492835095651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/blooper-nanaman.html' title='Blooper nanaman!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113507885328571595</id><published>2005-12-20T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:40:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing and hoping...</title><content type='html'>Jonathan Cainer Zodiac Forecasts&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 20th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;(Apr 21 - May 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At this time of year, a lot of people are on automatic pilot. They are doing what they always do. They are following well-trodden paths towards predictable destinations. Even if you seem to be doing much the same, there's more going on beneath the surface. You are going through a profound process of re-evaluation. Over the next few days, you will finally start to understand something that has always baffled you. That's just one reason why this may yet prove to be your best Christmas ever. The next few weeks have something special in store for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113507885328571595?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113507885328571595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113507885328571595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113507885328571595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113507885328571595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/wishing-and-hoping.html' title='Wishing and hoping...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113507877362041677</id><published>2005-12-20T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:39:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I would never bring a car to work again. Gastos sa gas and I have to leave by 7.  parking issues.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never let work make me cry again.  Especially when he can just walk past my workstation and see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113507877362041677?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113507877362041677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113507877362041677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113507877362041677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113507877362041677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-would-never-bring-car-to-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113484672945245896</id><published>2005-12-18T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:41:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;br /&gt;by Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking]: Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [speaking]: Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [singing]: Ain&amp;rsquo;t no passin&amp;rsquo; craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [singing]: It means no worries for the rest of your days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both [singing]: It&amp;rsquo;s our problem-free philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking]: Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [singing]: Why, when he was a young warthog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [singing]: When I was a young warthog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking] Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [speaking]: Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [singing]&lt;br /&gt;He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal.&lt;br /&gt;He could clear the savannah after every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [singing]: I&amp;rsquo;m a sensitive soul, though I seemthick-skinned.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind.&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, the shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking]: He was ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [singing]: Thoughta changin&amp;rsquo; my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking]: Oh, what&amp;rsquo;s in a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [singing]: And I got downhearted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking]: How did you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [singing]: ...every time that I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon [speaking]: Hey, Pumbaa, not in front of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [speaking]: Oh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both [singing]: Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful phrase!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;Ain&amp;rsquo;t no passin&amp;rsquo; craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba [singing]: It means no worries for the rest of your days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa [speaking]: Yeah, sing it, kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All [singing]: It&amp;rsquo;s our problem-free philosophy!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chanting]&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba [singing]: It means no worries for the rest of your days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All [singing]: It&amp;rsquo;s our problem-free philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;[simultaneously singing and chanting]&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay, enough with the song number. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We're officially a team now.  And we pledge to be the best there'll ever be within the development team!  BWAHAHA!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm actually a bit apprehensive about it... work's piling up though I still have my hands full with learning the system and well familiarizing myself again with coding.  I know I shouldn't complain because she's got far more responsibilities than I do but I really can't help but feel uncertain about it.  I really hope that I'd be able to meet her expectations.  It sometimes is more difficult to have your lead as a friend.  In other news, (hehehe..)  I had my last weekly update meeting with him last night.  It wasn't as nerve-wracking as how it used to be probably because I've grown comfortable with him but I still hardly spoke.  I think I did learn new things and accomplished something during the last two weeks but I feel that these were miniscule and that I could have done more.  The meeting ended with him telling me (again) that I should be more confident and positive about things!  I probably should naman talaga.  Hay!  Sige,  it has only been my first month naman e, still have a long way to go.  Before I report to work on Monday,  I'll flush all my worries down the drain!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He also told us pala about the plans of restructuring the company's development team/department and that includes role and salary changes.  I just nodded in response so he asked why I didn't seem to be happy with it.  I asked if it's a good or a bad thing.  Tapos as expected, "sermon" nanaman on optimism.  hahaha  So yeah.  We'll have a raise soon.  Ang scary no?  A raise for no reason at all...  ano kayang catch? Hahaha.. Ang kulit ko!  No more worries na nga dapat e.  Basta accept na lang ng accept... just say thank you instead of questioning things!  Okay Kate?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By the way, my sister passed her board exam!  Yay!!  That could actually mean, summer alone for me but I don't care!  I have work naman and I'll be taking scuba diving classes soon so I know I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hay! I really feel that things are falling into place right now.  Thank you Lord.  :)&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/8027033-113484672945245896?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113484672945245896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113484672945245896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113484672945245896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113484672945245896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113464820284261007</id><published>2005-12-15T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:43:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay nako!  Buti naman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Cainer Zodiac Forecasts&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 15th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You never object to hard work. You are always prepared to put in the effort and the hours, as long as you feel there's a fair chance of getting a result. You hate, though, to feel as if your time is being wasted. So, are you now on a pointless mission? Absolutely not. The full moon is about to bring you the chance to grow much more secure about a matter which is currently both unsettled and unsettling. Progress won't come easily but if you persevere... it will come. Don't steel yourself for failure, expect success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--o0o--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks!  Bryan's probably too tired of telling me that I won't get fired.  hahahaha... Hay!  Hell naman kasi talaga at work e and if it were you who had my first week, you'd probably feel the same way too.. well, siguro if you're as paranoid din.  I don't know why my self confidence went kaput! after I joined this company... hay!  I was really glad though that something happened yesterday that made me feel better about working and which definitely helped boost my confidence (by a notch lang though.. hehehe) hay life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113464820284261007?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113464820284261007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113464820284261007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113464820284261007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113464820284261007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/hay-nako-buti-naman.html' title='Hay nako!  Buti naman...'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113464721994605124</id><published>2005-12-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:46:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still have a headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I think I really should have slept yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I missed a party, missed Church and I woke up with a really bad headache even if I got to sleep for 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was all good though.  I learned a lot from Che through her stories mostly.  I don't even think I remember most of the accounting stuff she taught me yesterday.  hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll be able to survive two full time jobs.  Good thing though, my other one doesn't require me to be at the office every day.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's pretty receptive about my going to Cebu for company2 (if ever).  Yay!!!  I was soooo surprised when she cassually said yes.  Weepee!!! Now I really hope Veegee won't be able to go with Che. hehehehehe... :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Got to get ready for work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113464721994605124?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113464721994605124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113464721994605124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113464721994605124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113464721994605124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-have-headache.html' title='still have a headache'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113440358708358318</id><published>2005-12-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:06:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to e-messenger.net</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! I get to chat at work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M bored.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DB server's down (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't work on my other outstanding tickets kasi.. kulang ng info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'd be able to accomplish anything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I attended the company Christmas party yesterday (Sunday).  It was okay.  Ewan.  Di ako super enjoy.  Maybe it's because I hardly know anybody plus the place smelled like smoke all night.  By mga 11pm though, I went back to the office with my lead and Nicole 'cause I volunteered to help out.  Nicole's working on the US Embassy project kasi and today's the website's launching so everything had to be done and tested by last night.  So yun.  It was fun.  I got a bit sleepy towards the end of the night, err.. early morning pala.. mga 3 or 4.. hahaha.. buti na lang they only asked me to test the site. hehehe.. so I was finished before 5!  Kawawa kasi si Nicole.  She didn't come in to work Friday of last week tapos she had been looking pale since then and she needed to stay for over 15 hours pa almost everyday just to finish this!  hay!!!  So yon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero something good came out naman from working on a weekend.  :)  I finally feel that I've gotten used to working here.  And mejo comfy na din ako with my lead.  I got to ask him stuff that I wouldn't have the strength to ask a week or so ago.  I learned more about Nicole too.  And Suyen's a good friend of my HS schoolmate pala.  Ang cool!  Tapos basta, ang dami kong nalaman... hahaha..   Sana lang he didn't 'just say' what he did.  Baka umasa ako tas wala din.  Pero sana maging totoo.  hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8027033-113440358708358318?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113440358708358318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113440358708358318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113440358708358318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113440358708358318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/hail-to-e-messengernet.html' title='Hail to e-messenger.net'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027033.post-113410154551065390</id><published>2005-12-09T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:12:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bawi agad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;5 hours OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syet na malagkit.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8027033-113410154551065390?l=fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/feeds/113410154551065390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8027033&amp;postID=113410154551065390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113410154551065390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027033/posts/default/113410154551065390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortuitousencounters.blogspot.com/2005/12/bawi-agad.html' title='Bawi agad!'/><author><name>kate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GHTXq4T2ggc/SAl-s8eWfRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bsvcca2cYJY/S220/snorkel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
