tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312890802024-03-12T21:29:42.283-07:00Purple Thoughtspurplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-16981077137909072112009-11-06T07:15:00.000-08:002009-11-06T07:16:56.072-08:00No Internet connectionGLOBE YOU SUCK!<br />(using m0bile phone to "blog").purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-19630077791007515792009-09-15T20:56:00.000-07:002009-09-15T22:38:23.909-07:00Things You Learn in Life<span style="color: rgb(11, 94, 180);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Plurk Conversation last Aug 26<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Purple learned that a straw will not float on a bottle of juice.</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >co-worker:"Experience is the harshest of teachers, but you learn--my God, do you learn."<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >purple: yes, with hope in my heart I will get that straw out of the bottle with out using my hand.<br /></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div style="font-family: verdana;" id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-43670957614465659982009-09-13T19:26:00.000-07:002009-09-15T00:55:10.158-07:00The Grudge!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvEAEmwHlZN5RQjvhZgKeiLdLqT0HGEGyiObV8KOtTggy5olYWlhiQ9PdNfvXM2hqN3Nq4rQye-P7YVnMMps8e8GZ3uHq1ZmqS0PXie-kPTGdBTWiybFouze9DpffiyfilRdAwQ/s1600-h/movie-seats+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 657px; height: 59px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvEAEmwHlZN5RQjvhZgKeiLdLqT0HGEGyiObV8KOtTggy5olYWlhiQ9PdNfvXM2hqN3Nq4rQye-P7YVnMMps8e8GZ3uHq1ZmqS0PXie-kPTGdBTWiybFouze9DpffiyfilRdAwQ/s320/movie-seats+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583717911446978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Last Saturday, my cousins and I went out to watch a movie, we were suppose to see this local comedy flick that everyone swears to be hella funny. Unfortunately, the cinema didn't have it on their list. So, we were left with 2 "horror " movies, the Grudge III and Final Destination. Well, we ended up watching The Grudge III. I guess we all needed a good scare.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdScDBlNLYK-RP8o4egMenPD8blwP5FI8UNC0d5hVIZ2anMfiX-kHXMTVFqKipTqgqKmhW7NrTTPsBoqrct1eqm4LgBWDaSYRjoaiE9xzSjUElm7f_QrAPHK3UF86IaOWqWIysw/s1600-h/grudge3big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdScDBlNLYK-RP8o4egMenPD8blwP5FI8UNC0d5hVIZ2anMfiX-kHXMTVFqKipTqgqKmhW7NrTTPsBoqrct1eqm4LgBWDaSYRjoaiE9xzSjUElm7f_QrAPHK3UF86IaOWqWIysw/s320/grudge3big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584881378128738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">We were late so we slowly crept in and found a good spot. When we were settled, we made quite a racket while trying to dig into the snacks that we bought. For 2 mins all I could hear was the rustling sound of plastic, gig</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">gles and the sudden shush from J who was a little embarrassed by the ruckus.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">The almost empty theater was filled with our giggles and muffled shrieks because the movie <span style="font-weight: bold;">SUCKED!</span> Although, the movie sucked it was still able to startle me.There were times when I would jump off my seat and th</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">e worst part was I'd get startled during at the sane parts of the film.I was over anticipating, I guess.How embarrassing!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">In between munches my cousins would whisper random comments like. <span style="font-style: italic;">"look at Toshio,he's all grown up!" , "here comes the powdered people ", " she came out of the painting", "I never imagined her wrapped in plastic".</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Finally, the movie reaches its final scene, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" >at the final scene Kayako suddenly appears which makes a clear indication of a part 4. Good Luck!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" >The movie really sucked but the best part of the whole experience was the giggles, the muffled shrieks and the whispered comments.<br />A sucky movie + people you grew up with = Priceless!</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div style="font-family: verdana;" id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-81699024523561552292008-06-23T11:36:00.000-07:002009-09-10T01:04:26.147-07:00Light Wedge Book Light<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">If you love reading. This is just for you. A former co-worker blogged something about this book light last year and I thought it might be cool to have one. Here is what I can say about the product. </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjigdjYBjeZFCYl3kstPzFR5wHyaUKKBFyqAGPoTx-P7v_yJPlz1ChqnQ6TZ-evtdU00tMPadlbR53kILx6CqtMa270OwtdS_a4uAJEF-YoIr2VQVIInuRmJHr4KpBn1pr58QaQ/s1600-h/lightwedge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjigdjYBjeZFCYl3kstPzFR5wHyaUKKBFyqAGPoTx-P7v_yJPlz1ChqnQ6TZ-evtdU00tMPadlbR53kILx6CqtMa270OwtdS_a4uAJEF-YoIr2VQVIInuRmJHr4KpBn1pr58QaQ/s320/lightwedge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215167193284923234" border="0" /></a></span> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br /><a name='more'></a><br /> Cool side</span></p> <ul style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lightweight and compact design</span></li><li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Light is concentrated on the book and not anywhere else</span></li><li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Good illumination</span></li><li class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Can be used as a bookmark when not in use<br /></span></li></ul> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFJIAB6h76pap9pgFvc9__JsstFjz_9rdBZZVxqBj4l8xefWh7Tk1VZBoZ92Jcbz1D2uN6-D4aLWV0xj_wQOhpMan520w_FpLt0hfRFTXqX3RsU3SCaLy-BJo377BDseJ5pMYgpg/s1600-h/lightwedge_scratches.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFJIAB6h76pap9pgFvc9__JsstFjz_9rdBZZVxqBj4l8xefWh7Tk1VZBoZ92Jcbz1D2uN6-D4aLWV0xj_wQOhpMan520w_FpLt0hfRFTXqX3RsU3SCaLy-BJo377BDseJ5pMYgpg/s320/lightwedge_scratches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215168471785842434" border="0" /></a>Down side </span></p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFJIAB6h76pap9pgFvc9__JsstFjz_9rdBZZVxqBj4l8xefWh7Tk1VZBoZ92Jcbz1D2uN6-D4aLWV0xj_wQOhpMan520w_FpLt0hfRFTXqX3RsU3SCaLy-BJo377BDseJ5pMYgpg/s1600-h/lightwedge_scratches.JPG"></a></span><ul style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:85%;">You have to move the book light as you turn each page (I don’t really mind)</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p>The glass scratches easily (see picture 2. the white splotches are scratches). The scratches can be pretty annoying.<br /></span></li></ul> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Over all I like the Book light it's very convenient to use however, it easily gets scratches (arrrg!). I hope they can improve on the material used for the lens. for more info you can check out the </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://http//www.lightwedge.com/">Light Wedge</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> ( of course its all praises for this product)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-37095902491237233102008-06-21T02:39:00.001-07:002009-09-10T00:20:18.342-07:00Araw ng kalayaan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_ydROzQBTFGyX-jHqbhtu9Lz2ALy_uW2IPlWBwkjv1BDSbVq7gAa3KSOU0Ep5yWg_ukHWdd_IAJMyIknrImPOe0yynnI3jkX9uNMTuJgRjQ5dLD_exSBjFFwIdpah7yU2_UhHQ/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_ydROzQBTFGyX-jHqbhtu9Lz2ALy_uW2IPlWBwkjv1BDSbVq7gAa3KSOU0Ep5yWg_ukHWdd_IAJMyIknrImPOe0yynnI3jkX9uNMTuJgRjQ5dLD_exSBjFFwIdpah7yU2_UhHQ/s320/DSC00734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214267778713751138" border="0" /></a> <p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Siguro di pa ako huli sa pagsulat tungkol sa 11o taong pagdririwang ng ating kalayaan .. ang kalayaan na to ay..<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">... para sa mga tambay sa tindahan ni aling Mercy na nakakapag kwentuhan, kantahan at inuman hangang alas 3 ng umaga.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">...sa mga batang hiphop, punks, metal at emo na nakakaporma .<st1:place st="on">..<br /></st1:place></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><st1:place st="on">...Para</st1:place> kay Dong at kay Day na malayang nakakapagholding hands at magdate sa Luneta pag day off nila.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">...Para sa mga pamilya na sama-samang nakakapasyal sa mall....Para sa mga kababaihan na malayang nakakapagtrabaho ...Para sa mga taong tulad ko na malayang makapag pahayag ng sariling opinyon. ...Para sa mga OFW s na ngsisikap sa ibang bansa ....At sa bawat Pilipino na ummaasa pa rin na isang araw uunlad ang bansa.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sa lahat ng pinagdaanan mo Pilipinas, </span><st1:place style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"><st1:city st="on">sana</st1:city></st1:place><span style="font-family:verdana;"> wag kang kalimutan ng mga anak mo na itataguyod ang iyong pangalan at dangal. Mabuhay ka! Whoohoo!</span></span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-78134306669410972942008-05-27T03:04:00.000-07:002009-09-10T00:20:48.099-07:00RE: Red Fruit<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="insertedphoto"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" >Garlic</span>, <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Onion</span>,<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Tomato</span>,<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" >Cream</span>, <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >Herbs</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93VORRXu_WJZ8pmy7jxxD7Cjv4gmoU3iyqpBrf3gy67P0CXbYISsc9SyVDIQGLYERBxS3gLxpQi7MNq4wtlecC_iXcl1HTU3aYhGkuZzmtLSJdQQ_TafKLztcRl_i2lLm_P7jyA/s1600-h/tomato_soup.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93VORRXu_WJZ8pmy7jxxD7Cjv4gmoU3iyqpBrf3gy67P0CXbYISsc9SyVDIQGLYERBxS3gLxpQi7MNq4wtlecC_iXcl1HTU3aYhGkuZzmtLSJdQQ_TafKLztcRl_i2lLm_P7jyA/s320/tomato_soup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204998286841976002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:comic sans ms;" >"A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins." - Laurie </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:comic sans ms;" >Colwin</span><span class="insertedphoto"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-82766563062241203562008-05-23T05:07:00.000-07:002009-09-10T00:24:48.110-07:00Dance in the sky<a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pID8DF-5L1-lgEaO12OyfbhFCfM_q0GMcDhTocLVh6B6NQX3j34RmSVFszvMUddBsvvelW6E6lhajykKn19QBtC1IWp4wNqkdvWQ32blNCx69NryK7gOviPqcb3GdRPg3M1cbA/s1600-h/mcdo_sunset.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pID8DF-5L1-lgEaO12OyfbhFCfM_q0GMcDhTocLVh6B6NQX3j34RmSVFszvMUddBsvvelW6E6lhajykKn19QBtC1IWp4wNqkdvWQ32blNCx69NryK7gOviPqcb3GdRPg3M1cbA/s400/mcdo_sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203544852729140322" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;">As the modern world goes about its daily activities the heavens prepares the meeting of day and night. </span></em></strong></span><blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;"> </span></em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;">Now the dance begins…</span></em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;"> </span></em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;"><span style=""> </span>The graceful movements of the sky moves in silence as it pays homage to the creator until the song of light disappears.</span></em></strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;"> </span></em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:1em;">The beauty and grace of the silent dance losses it splendor because the modern world has not time to watch its magic.</span></em></strong></span></p></div></blockquote></blockquote><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-13311398170196043102008-05-09T05:17:00.000-07:002009-09-10T00:24:27.436-07:00Look out the window<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1nIkei_s-2Fz_kNvAs6l8lJTzquNrpfJJe-oP7KnhRKZB9ScIm4tQEpi2lTuTqg8Ak39zsglDvjAIPJOTHPMuEu1YfFeJykXS173jfC2VhG58p-uMjLYAcdeDo_R8x5SFRzmpA/s1600-h/window+cleaning.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1nIkei_s-2Fz_kNvAs6l8lJTzquNrpfJJe-oP7KnhRKZB9ScIm4tQEpi2lTuTqg8Ak39zsglDvjAIPJOTHPMuEu1YfFeJykXS173jfC2VhG58p-uMjLYAcdeDo_R8x5SFRzmpA/s400/window+cleaning.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198353056143580210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Your usual 8<sup>th</sup> floor window view does not include people with cleaning materials hanging out the window.<span style=""> </span>Since this does not happen on a regular basis we have decided to pull up the blinds so that we could take a look at them. Like little kids trying to get a good look at something interesting. We gave them a hearty wave but were ignored. It might be that they are a shy group or they are cautious not to make any sudden movements. One must learn to appreciate the kind of work that they do. Window cleaning is and art as well as a science. This job is not for everyone, not for the faint of heart. The job requires skillful hands, a good sense of balance and most importantly an absence of fear of heights. Even though they completely ignored our friendly waves, we understand that they have to take their job seriously or risk their life. </span> <p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Hmm…. if Spiderman was real I don’t think they’d like him very much.</span></span> </p><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-65766188936899035292008-05-09T04:36:00.000-07:002009-09-10T04:45:30.068-07:00Fugly Comfy Slippers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2_OVbOg3QHmRc-gx1T8dCMkUngsGAFCZAzFvFKw0fDnJdS36WiR_UdTKR-UnGqySckNFvMLbFtnVYEaLTUBInBxULlo9SC5UvCsWeQ8HjirfBs-23xpq5sevH9mZGoIa9NsmTQ/s1600-h/Fuglyslippers.htm"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2_OVbOg3QHmRc-gx1T8dCMkUngsGAFCZAzFvFKw0fDnJdS36WiR_UdTKR-UnGqySckNFvMLbFtnVYEaLTUBInBxULlo9SC5UvCsWeQ8HjirfBs-23xpq5sevH9mZGoIa9NsmTQ/s320/Fuglyslippers.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379803175498229170" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> was browsing through my pc yesterday and saw this picture. I remember I was in a depressive mood when I made this. Well, it made me feel a whole lot better when I finished making it. It seems that my sulking and mopping has resulted into something.The things you do when you're depressed .</span></span><br /></span></p> </div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-44212047185351714092008-05-07T04:14:00.000-07:002009-09-10T00:24:00.510-07:00For your information please...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4P5sG119uqGDJ8nqocV53NLLKMk13lpSqht9CbjGkZ2sU3vdWMPBqnNHIFXmsqyq3Li9_8_J4KUswriw0MeE0aguj8TaBU0VhFKkMQYCOAkQhjIVmB3dgZlpjo4HtySp_qnlU8Q/s1600-h/bus_sign.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197593634509709826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4P5sG119uqGDJ8nqocV53NLLKMk13lpSqht9CbjGkZ2sU3vdWMPBqnNHIFXmsqyq3Li9_8_J4KUswriw0MeE0aguj8TaBU0VhFKkMQYCOAkQhjIVmB3dgZlpjo4HtySp_qnlU8Q/s320/bus_sign.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">May 1... I was on my way to meet up my friends. Since it was midmorning it was already scorching hot. so, I took the first bus that came along. When I was comfortably seated, I saw this sign "</span><em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Bawal sumakay ang mga kabit ng empleyado ng MPG Trans</em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. " translation:"</span><em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Extra marital partners of MGP Trans Employees are not permitted to ride this bus.</em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">" I guess this is an official statement from the H.R. Department to ensure that the name of the bus lines remains untarnished by the philandering employees.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><div></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-66178269968153028902007-12-26T04:14:00.000-08:002009-09-10T04:28:56.831-07:00Cabbie with a GRUDGE!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Last week was transportation hell. During the holidays taxi drivers becomes the prima donna of the public transport group. They demand for extra pay and choose the area they want to go to. So, I was waiting for a cab and a few feet away from me is a lady also waiting for a cab. When the first cab crossed the intersection the lady hailed first so, I stepped back to let her take it. Unfortunately, the cab zoomed passed her and went straight to me. Since I was in a hurry I boarded the cab with out glancing at the her. I felt ashamed to have stolen her ride. When I was comfortably seated, the cab driver suddenly said<br /><br /> “<span style="font-style: italic;">nakita mo yung babae na yon. Di ko na yon pasasakayin. Kilala ko siya. Nilagpasan ko talaga e. tignan ko kung hahabulin niya ako. Akala niya, tinandaan ko mukha niya.”</span><br /><br />Shocked by this revelation, I quietly asked the cab driver what happened. He quickly replied.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“sinakay ko yan isang beses. My ngaabang din babae na baba sa bababaan niya. Sinabi ko pasakayin na natin nakakaawa naman e pareho naman kayo ng bababaan. Ayaw niyang pumayag. Hati naman sila sa bayad a. Tinandaan ko mukha niya. Di ko na siya pasasakayin." </span><br /><br /><br />With this revelation, the only thing that I was able to say was “ohhhh...” when I got my office building. I gave the cabby extra 10 bucks to make sure that he won’t include me on his “<span style="font-weight: bold;">Most Hated Passengers"</span> List. Well, that was an cab experience I wont forget. So what is the moral lesson of the story? Never go against the driver’s wishes... you'll never know who is out for revenge!</span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31289080.post-1153209395126789982006-07-18T00:54:00.000-07:002009-09-10T00:21:17.352-07:00time space warp<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >i woke up with an aching back. its the weather i guess. ..so not in the mood today... its like being zapped back into the past once again. its like history is repeating itself......... just waiting for it to happen. </span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>purplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882434006664403067noreply@blogger.com5