<?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-3472771</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:10:07.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... life and music ...</title><subtitle type='html'>my life ...
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carpe diem ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-888297682834953141</id><published>2011-06-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:53:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Year</title><content type='html'>Before I even hit the 6-month mark of not posting in my 9 year old blog, I'll do one just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Bocceli is engaged, it's been a month since I popped the question. I've been taking things calmly mostly because the date isn't until November of next year. We already have a rough list of things to do, suppliers to get, and people to invite so we're quite ahead of the timeline. My fiancee and I will most likely take things into full swing by October this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing a few location options outside the island of Luzon in the next few months should be a blast. We're booked for Bacolod next weekend, then the front-runner the following weekend, and Boracay next month. August would be a rest month for traveling but September and October would be for checking out Marinduque and Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought planning a wedding can be soooo exciting, for as long as I don't think about budgets. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacolod next week would be fun considering a good number of our friends will be traveling with us. We would probably be around 18pax so I have a feeling reservations for restos would be a challenge. But, we always like a great challenge, and what's stopping us from enjoying all that food! For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-888297682834953141?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/888297682834953141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=888297682834953141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/888297682834953141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/888297682834953141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2011/06/half-year.html' title='Half a Year'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-5631678738174903375</id><published>2010-12-16T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:40:20.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days</title><content type='html'>After today, I only have to deal with Friday. From then on, I won't have to see the four corners of my office for another two weeks. I can't wait. &lt;p&gt;Holiday plans start with a family get-together this Sunday. Lunch. The usual fan-fare. Yummy food and 5 more pounds. I promise to work out this Saturday. Pinkie swear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That will then be followed with days of Zong performances. Joshua Tiu, Zong owner, has been such a gracious client and he should know we'll give his guests a good show. December 19-25, we would be performing in the different Zong branches, one branch per night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that week's worth of singing, I'm jetting off to Boracay to spend post Christmas weight-gain and joy with my friends. Fun-filled indeed!!! Can't wait...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-5631678738174903375?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/5631678738174903375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=5631678738174903375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5631678738174903375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5631678738174903375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-509383615534182720</id><published>2010-08-09T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:27:59.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too lazy to post so thanks to Angelo for the topic</title><content type='html'>ELEVEN LAYERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 1: BASICS&lt;br /&gt;Name: Francis&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 1978&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Dining area, my condo. &lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Brown &lt;br /&gt;Righty/Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: Death, huge spiders, and flying cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;Your dream of the perfect date: An afternoon stroll at a piazza, dropping by a cafe to have coffee and gabbing out the passersby. Then off to dinner at a quaint restaurant getting wine and pasta. Then capping it off a cozy bar with some cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Your first thoughts waking up: FUDGE!! Monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 11-12 but as long as I get my 6-7 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: The time when my voice was still good for singing high ranged songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4: YOUR PICK.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke Zero&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single. &lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas. &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee but I can only do decaf now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU.  &lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Yeah, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;Cuss: Yeahuh.&lt;br /&gt;Take showers: Of course, sometimes baths too.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Of course. &lt;br /&gt;Like school: If it were now, I probably would like school. I think it's best to do school once you've gone through it and applied what you've learned before. I would love to do lit classes to read and analyze more books.&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO LAYER 6??? -- honga no... where's layer 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER.   &lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: Not really... sad. &lt;br /&gt;Kissed the same sex: Yup, if it were the other question, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: Yeah, by my cousin after I punched him in the eye. Hahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8: GETTING OLD.&lt;br /&gt;Age you’re hoping to be married by: 35-40 &lt;br /&gt;Number of kids you’re planning on having: I'll be happy with 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GIRL/GUY.  &lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: dark to light brown or blue&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: dark brown or blonde&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Short and easy&lt;br /&gt;Fat or fit: Doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality: "what is essential is invisible to the eye" &lt;br /&gt;Fun or serious: Can balance fun and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.  &lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: edited my answers to this crap. &lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: Having coffee at Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: Was getting stressed out at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE.   &lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: So Nice!  &lt;br /&gt;I HATE: Liars and Players... they should all just die! &lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: nothing from my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: peace and stability. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: Jason. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-509383615534182720?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/509383615534182720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=509383615534182720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/509383615534182720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/509383615534182720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-lazy-to-post-so-thanks-to-angelo.html' title='Too lazy to post so thanks to Angelo for the topic'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-7339726479054777440</id><published>2010-07-26T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:08:13.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Nights Have Never Been More Fun</title><content type='html'>Spent the evening with my best friends at Fridays gabbing over the usual fanfare. Now I'm quite sleepy after four glasses of mojitos. Have a good evening y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-7339726479054777440?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/7339726479054777440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=7339726479054777440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7339726479054777440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7339726479054777440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-nights-have-never-been-more-fun.html' title='Monday Nights Have Never Been More Fun'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-8684467023745012306</id><published>2010-07-25T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:17:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's Over and Now I Can't Wait for the Next Weekend</title><content type='html'>I just love weekends. I get to see my best friends in the whole wide world. This particular weekend was no exception. Starting with Friday night with Vina, Sarah and RP dropping over to discuss plans. To them, I'm so honored you chose me to co-host your reception. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was spent with my baby and friends. With a baptism and reception in the afternoon and drinks (unlimited margaritas) come early evening. It was one of those days that just seemed to have gone by mostly because you know you're with great company. We all had to go home early for early morning rehearsals come Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so today started with gal pals + 1 male friend driving off to what seemed like a sunny day. With Starbucks for breakfast (thanks!) and a nice tune from Juris to get our masochistic cravings satisfied, we arrived at the rehearsal venue first. I almost thought we were going to be late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rehearsals went by smoothly with no major problems. Afterwards, the weather seemed ominous. The moment we got to our vehicles, two were already submerged in foot-deep water. The only recourse was for us to just drive off and have lunch to come back for the cars hoping the rain would stop and the water to subside. Had lunch at Mister Kebab in West Avenue so I immediately had shawarma (two of them). Yummy! The moment we were ready to head back to my friends' cars, the downpour continued. My car-mates and I were able to head back to my condo after over an hour of being on the road. Thank God for my baby and my other friend who knew their way through route options. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home safely but later on found out that one of my friends who had her car stuck under flood water ended up having to scoop out water from inside her car (with the help of a few others). Wish we were there to have helped out. Had we known sooner we could have done something, anything. Glad to know now though that she is home now and safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang weekend y'all. Hope you are safe and comfy in your own homes. For now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-8684467023745012306?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8684467023745012306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=8684467023745012306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8684467023745012306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8684467023745012306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekends-over-and-now-i-cant-wait-for.html' title='Weekend&apos;s Over and Now I Can&apos;t Wait for the Next Weekend'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-1406643416263715890</id><published>2010-07-24T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:54:20.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night and I'm drinking</title><content type='html'>Sweetness. Enjoying the evening with friends drinking unlimited margaritas here at Friday's in Bonifacio High Street. An early night cap so to speak. I don't think need to eat dinner anymore after a buffet at Dad's c/o Iker's baptism reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday should be fun coz we have a full morning of choir rehearsal. I wonder if we will be able to finish the entire repertoire for our August "concert" in Bacolod. Right Wilma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get home thought. My baby is sick so I know I also need to be by his side at least to help him get some rest. I hope he gets better tomorrow. For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-1406643416263715890?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/1406643416263715890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=1406643416263715890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1406643416263715890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1406643416263715890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday-night-and-i-drinking.html' title='Saturday night and I&amp;#39;m drinking'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-5238264641451860850</id><published>2010-07-23T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:44:22.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DFA and Courtesy Lanes</title><content type='html'>Just got back from my trip to the DFA to have my passport renewed. Thank goodness for the kind folks at the Office of Consular Affairs, I was able to do all of it in an hour. I just have to wait for 2 weeks to get my new passport. What's good is since my current passport isn't supposed to be "expired" until October of this year, they gave it back to me un-cancelled yet so I can use it for potential emergency trips with in the 2 weeks of issuing the new one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like the new location for renewing passports because it was close to S&amp;amp;R so had late lunch there munching on pizza and ice cream. Yum. Anyway, the new building for passport applications is much more modernized. I remember having to go through the hassle of lining up when they were still in that old DFA building near the Cuneta Astrodome. This new building looks more like an airport than anything else. It's also fully airconditioned so I don't recall ever breaking a sweat. Kudos to the DFA for making it a little more convenient for us to get our badges for travelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm anxiously awaiting 8PM later because a few friends will be dropping by for some dinner and drinks. 'Til then, I'll just go through the rest of my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao bellas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-5238264641451860850?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/5238264641451860850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=5238264641451860850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5238264641451860850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5238264641451860850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/dfa-and-courtesy-lanes.html' title='DFA and Courtesy Lanes'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-3414873391571194883</id><published>2010-07-22T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:34:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Friday. Weekend it is</title><content type='html'>So the week is coming to a close for me. I don't have to go to work tomorrow to fix my passport at the DFA. Hopefully I get the assistance I was told I would get. Got all the forms I need and the latest photo checked. Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons I need to get the passport thing done is of course to have the flexibility to travel. I might have to fly to India in a few weeks to check on new operations there. I am actually excited mostly due to the fact that I have never been to India. With the time I have I'm hoping to at least see some sights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job has been tiresome but the travel has been quite exciting. Two trips to Singapore and one to Moscow, I can't complain. After India I hope I'll get a chance to fly to Europe again, especially London. I've never been there, oddly enough. Maybe even squeeze in Chile next year. Crossed fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the subject, a hectic weekend awaits starting with a meeting with friends tomorrow for wedding plans. They want to have some consultation time with me. It's actually flattering that they consider my opinions on how to go about certain things with their wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Saturday's barong adventure which should be a helluva time. Choosing fabric and design for barongs we will be using for another friends' wedding this August. Thing is we are hoping that all the guys from the choir would get the same design at least so we will finally have an actual costume for performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, Coro weekend this Saturday and Sunday as well. Iker, my god daughter's new brother, will be baptized on Saturday so we have a small party then. Sunday will be for choir practice early in the morning just so we will have time for fun in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I do have a life outside of work. Shouldn't we all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-3414873391571194883?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/3414873391571194883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=3414873391571194883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/3414873391571194883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/3414873391571194883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-to-friday-weekend-it-is.html' title='On to Friday. Weekend it is'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-4001883178532607039</id><published>2010-07-22T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:08:06.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 12 Finalists for a Global Photo Competition</title><content type='html'>News broke out like wildfire at work when it was announced that I was one of 12 Finalists in our Global Photo Competition with over a thousand entries all over the world. I am already quite happy with that but of course, who wouldn't want to win the whole thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo I submitted is quite simple and very Filipino. The theme was "Bayanihan" and it showed 4 of my colleagues from work carrying/pushing a "banka" out of the water into the sand. The shot was taken in Puerto Princesa, Palawan last summer where we did an over night trip to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers that we get a good showing with the votes. Doing a lot of lobbying now and even emailed global Managing Directors to get their support. We have 2 weeks to lobby. Wish us/me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-4001883178532607039?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4001883178532607039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=4001883178532607039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4001883178532607039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4001883178532607039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-12-finalists-for-global-photo.html' title='Top 12 Finalists for a Global Photo Competition'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-556755516373980020</id><published>2010-07-21T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:41:20.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a fast Wednesday</title><content type='html'>What seemed like a long day, just now, is winding down to a close. Had my typical day at work with no major activities. Mostly operational or standard tasks needing to be completed. Had a decent lunch at Pizza Hut with my colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left a little past six in the evening to grab a bite in Glorietta before catching The Sorcerer Apprentice. No a bad movie considering I just saw Inception a couple of days back. Nicolas Cage is coming back very well. He's getting the right roles and seems to be generally successful with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing why The Last Airbender got an 8% on rottentomatoes.com. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good evening y'all. Sweet dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-556755516373980020?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/556755516373980020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=556755516373980020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/556755516373980020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/556755516373980020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-was-fast-wednesday.html' title='That was a fast Wednesday'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-4551429378681605465</id><published>2010-07-21T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:42:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobility once again</title><content type='html'>So now it looks like I can write blogs easier by just sending an email to my account. Thats just plain awesome. &lt;p&gt;Coming into work I hadn&amp;#39;t realized I was up for a meeting at 10AM. I wish I had my own secretary and not have to share with the other VPs. Ugh. &lt;p&gt;Free day since there is only one booked meeting for me. These days are usually spent checking on how my people are doing in terms of their performance and I usually mentor them depending on what I have asked them to accomplish. It is quite tough to teach people how to execute strategies and it can be exhausting to explain the why&amp;#39;s and how&amp;#39;s of your vision. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we will see how today goes. For now...&lt;p&gt;Ciao bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-4551429378681605465?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4551429378681605465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=4551429378681605465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4551429378681605465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4551429378681605465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/mobility-once-again.html' title='Mobility once again'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-2038011043723424304</id><published>2010-07-21T07:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:35:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been out too long</title><content type='html'>I noticed how it's been such a tedious task for me to blog. So, starting today, I will ensure that I at least make a single entry every day. I will do this for the next 21 days and see if I can make a habit out of it. Wish me luck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a Wednesday and to be honest, I feel good that it's hump day. Just had breakfast and the fish from Mr. Jones (leftover from last Monday) was still pretty darn good. Even the fries were still crispy. Odd. That plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;longanisa&lt;/span&gt; and egg. Yum. But I have not been having the best appetite lately. I actually feel like throwing up now. Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the day would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expectantly&lt;/span&gt; go by with me going through my usual stuff at work. Probably a few meetings here and there. But I think today, just like Monday, would be extra special because we're watching a movie tonight. I've been seeing the trailers for Sorcerer's Apprentice so I'm really hoping it would be an easy viewing type of movie. After the brain activity from watching Inception two nights ago, my grey matter needs some rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for my first attempt, I'll be back maybe sooner than you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bellas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-2038011043723424304?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2038011043723424304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=2038011043723424304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2038011043723424304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2038011043723424304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-been-out-too-long.html' title='I&apos;ve been out too long'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-2389376483125632472</id><published>2009-03-28T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:35:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIMO Memories... from Peeweep.</title><content type='html'>1. ANONG ID NUMBER MO? 9517367&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2. NAG-APPLY KA BA SA ATENEO? Not even... I never saw myself studying there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 3. ANONG CAMPUS NG LASALLE ANG PINASUKAN MO? DLSU-Main&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. SAN KA KUMUHA NG ENTRANCE EXAM? Sa Miguel Hall, 3rd Floor. hehehe.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5. SINONG ORIENTOR MO?   If I'm not mistaken, si Dennis Roda. :D&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 6. ANO ANG FIRST CHOICE MO NA COURSE?  LIA-COM, AB-ECM:BSC-MFI&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 7. ANONG FROSH BLOCK MO? LC22&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 8. ANO COURSE NATAPOS MO? BS Applied Economics... naks&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 9. NAG-SHIFT KA BA? Nagshift from LIA COM to COM COM then ended up dropping MFI. Useless kasi.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 10. ILANG YEARS MO KINUHA COURSE MO? 3 years and 1 term.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 11. CHINITO/CHINITA KA BA? EURASIAN AKO!!! hahahaha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 12. MAY KA-BATCH KA BANG CELEBRITY? Hmmm... ka-batch mismo... parang wala. Though naabutan ko si Roselle, Rico, and Ana Roces.   &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 13. TUWING ANONG ARAW KA NAG-UULIT NG DAMIT? I don't remember. In the beginning, there was no 2 weeks that I wore the same stuff, pero pagka soph year deadma na kahit naka shorts and Birks.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 14. NAKAPAG-DORM KA BA? No na, coz I get to drive to school and park inside the campus... thanks to my mom at may sticker ako ng La Salle... bwahahaha.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 15. NAKA 4.0 KA BA? Opkors! :D&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 16. NAGKA- 1.0? POTAH!!! Meron ako, I think sa ALGE101 nakakabaliw. I made bawi naman sa ALGE102 and CALCULUS.. kasi level up agad ang score ko dun. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 17. LAGI KA BANG NANONOOD NG LIVE UAAP BASKETBALL GAMES? To be honest, once lang ako nanood ng live UAAP game when I was a freshman. Nakakahiya kasi the entire time I was in DLSU, runner up palagi so baka may balat yung batch namin. hahaha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 18. KILALA MO BA SI JENNY? Kinanginang Jenny.... hudapak is she?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 19. ALAM MO BA KUNG BAKIT GREEN ANG COLOR NG LA SALLE? AKSHWALI, di ko knows, but after going through college, I started liking green.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 20. NANGARAP KA BANG MAGING CUM LAUDE? In fairness, oo.. hahahaha. Pero after my freshman year, I didn't even go there. Happy na akong naging Dean's Lister twice. hehehe.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 21. KELAN KA NAGTAPOS? Sept 1998&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 22. FAVE PROF: Super love Laureen Velasco (INTPHIL), Naty Manauat (FOLOGIC), Ms. Oloroso (anything literature related), Bombet Largoza (URBANEC)... yun lang ata ang mga gurong tumatak sa aking memory gap. (ano daw??) hehehehe&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 23. LEAST FAVE TEACHER: Yung mga haggard ng accounting and finance. Nakakaloka silang lahat!!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 24. FAVE SUBJECT: Literature subjects and the practical side of Economics&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 25. LEAST FAVE SUBJECT: Lahat ng accounting and religion subjects.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 26. FAVE BUILDING: Miguel, LS, and the Library!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 27. PABORITONG KAINAN SA LABAS NG CAMPUS: GARAHE!!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 28. TUMAMBAY KA NA BA SA U.M.? Not really, it smelled weird there. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 30. LAGI KA BA SA LIBRARY? YESterday once more kasi super jinternet galore ako dun. My best friends know that I'm there before 8AM kasi super pila na ako sa Internet Nook para makakuha ng magandang pwesto at super chat na agad for 7hours. hahahaha. Take note, wala pang IRC nun sa lib.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 31. VALID PA BA ANG ALUMNI CARD MO? I never got it renewed.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 32. MAY CRUSH KA BA SA CAMPUS? Sure, pero nasa friend's list ko dito so wag na lang baka mabuking. hahahahaha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 33. ANU-ANO ANG MGA NAGING P.E. MO? Physical Fitness, Ballroom Dancing, Table Tennis, Volleyball&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 34. SANG ORG KA ACTIVE? DLSU CHORALE and AIESEC&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 35. SANTUGON O TAPAT? I think Santugon&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 36. MEMORIZE MO BA ANG ALMA MATER SONG? OPKORS, with voicing and harmonies pa... hahaha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 37. FAVE TAMBAYAN? The Cultural Arts Office sa SPS Building  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 38. TUMATAMBAY KA BA SA MAY AGNO? Not really.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 39. NAKAPAGLARO KA BA NG CHESS SA CHESS PLAZA? Hmmm, I don't think so.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 40. NAHULI KA BA NI MANG JACK O NG D.O.? Hell no!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 41. SAAN ANG PINAKAMASARAP NA SISIG? Sa KAIBIGAN....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 42. NAG R.O.T.C. KA BA? 2 terms lang dahil exempted ako nung 3rd and 4th term... yahoo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 43. ANO ANG PABORITO MONG PAGKAIN SA DLSU? GARAJE: Liempo, sa may UM may masarap na resto sa 2nd floor, yung mga gyudon.AT, sa SPS yung Chicken na sinabawan ng super daming gravy!!! hahahaha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 44. NAIKOT MO NA BA ANG CAMPUS? Opkors&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 45. NA-STRANDED KA NA BA SA CAMPUS? 1998 yung super baha, August yun. Though hindi kami na stranded sa DLSU, sa daan kami na-stranded on our way back to DLSU from a performance sa may Makati. Natulog kami sa loob ng coaster at super ihi na lang kami sa mineral water bottle. Ang saya!  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 46. ANO ANG PINAKAGRABENG PILA NA NARANASAN MO? Pag early enrollee ka, walang pila, so never akong naka experience ng bad lines during that time. But then again, before I reached that status, super pila ang enrollment namin daig ang John Lloyd and Sarah.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 47. ANO MASASABI MO KAPAG SINASABI NG IBA NA "BOBO LASALLE"? Bobo nga naman, kasi ako VP lang after only 10 years.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 48. SANG GATE KA MADALAS PUMASOK? Pag may car sa South Gate kasi sa loob ako ng la salle nagpapark. Pag wala, sa Eng Gate kasi galing ako ng office ng mom ko.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 49. MAY ALAM KA BANG CHEERS NG LASALLE? Marami... nag pep squad din ako try-out lang. hehehe. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 50. MASAYA KA BA SA DLSU? It was a fun time for me. Ibang level. Daming chorva. Chorale pa lang super dami nang kaganapan. At nakakapagyosi pa kami sa loob ng campus... hahaha. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 51. FAVORITE BROTHER: During that time, Bro. Bernie, pero now Bro. Rolly. :)   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-2389376483125632472?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2389376483125632472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=2389376483125632472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2389376483125632472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2389376483125632472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2009/03/animo-memories-from-peeweep.html' title='ANIMO Memories... from Peeweep.'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-2151731477956541867</id><published>2009-02-28T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:13:04.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After several months...</title><content type='html'>... ended up (just like my great friend Angelo) with a new toy myself...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.gadgetreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/blackberry-bold.jpg" style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's looking like I'm going to be a slave to communications now. I have yet to get this set up with my service provider so I can get better email service, realtime Facebook (YEEPEE) and Yahoo Messenger! (WOOPEE).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, studying a song now for one of my best friends. HELP! hehehe. Missing you guys here on Multiply. Wish I had more determination to post. Don't worry, I'll really try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-2151731477956541867?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2151731477956541867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=2151731477956541867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2151731477956541867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2151731477956541867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-several-months.html' title='After several months...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-6742973390034759619</id><published>2009-01-13T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:43:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Me...</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I could not wait any longer... I had to buy this baby before Christmas. I'm so happy, I seriously could do the dance of joy... :D&lt;br&gt;Thanks to numerous friends, I have been able to fully set it up with enough apps to get me started on living the mobile life once again. I'm happy about the compact screen. Happy about having enough of what I need. It's just what I've always wanted in a netbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://i.haymarket.net.au/utils/pca/ImageResizer.ashx?n=http%3a%2f%2fbackoffice.ajb.com.au%2fimages%2fgalleries%2fHP-1000-v19.jpg&amp;h=375&amp;w=700" style="float: left;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 10px;margin-bottom: 10px;margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://i.haymarket.net.au/utils/pca/ImageResizer.ashx?n=http%3a%2f%2fbackoffice.ajb.com.au%2fimages%2fgalleries%2fHP-1000-v8.jpg&amp;h=375&amp;w=700"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-6742973390034759619?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6742973390034759619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=6742973390034759619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6742973390034759619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6742973390034759619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2009/01/mini-me.html' title='Mini Me...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-6504360032196631433</id><published>2008-12-10T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:49:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a trip to Hongkong with my baby. Staying at the luxurious Casa Fortich... Lovely view. Muchas gracias to one of my greatest friends ever. Thanks Rony... Post pics soon. :)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-6504360032196631433?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6504360032196631433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=6504360032196631433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6504360032196631433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6504360032196631433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-1717146978202887463</id><published>2008-11-09T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:20:24.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age-Long Post but Hope You'll Get Something Out of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Not that I'm preaching, but I have been reading my blogs from years past and found this one post (I'm sure I got it from somewhere). I thought it was a good set of guidelines to live by or at least think about. I mean no offense to other people reading it so if you're freaked out of M2M things, then stop and move on... Well, if you're offended then you shouldn't be my friend and not even be able to see or read this. Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUIDELINES IN KEEPING MEN TO MEN RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;* Treat the man you love with love. Always. Anger, jealousy, and fear are valid emotions, but they are not valid excuses for treating him with non-love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* You may not yet live together and maybe never will, but make your house or apartment his home as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't take out your work frustrations on your boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't refer to your love as your &amp;quot;future ex-lover.&amp;quot; That kind of sarcasm and pessimism is destructive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Do you empty you boyfriend's pockets to check for matchbooks with other guy's phone numbers? Check his phone bill to see whom he's calling long distance? Don't. If you distrust him so much, then enough is wrong with the relationship that spying won't set it right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Think twice before tattooing your boyfriend's name on your biceps (think thrice if it's a place where the sun don't shine). Sometimes the tattoo lasts longer than the love. And if you think getting rid of a boyfriend you've fallen out of love with is painful, try getting rid of a tattoo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't place your man on a pedestal. Sooner or later, he will lose his balance and fall off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Nix the nagging. Nix the whining.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't finish his sentences.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't expect your boyfriend to trust you automatically. Why should he? Trust must be earned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Be honest. Keep your promises. Don't make commitments you know you won't keep. If you can't honor your promises and commitments, renegotiate them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Phone when you'll be late for dates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Never take advantage of his emotional fragility.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Try not to be too possessive. It can be toxic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Let him have a new friendship that's only his.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Let him go to the &lt;a href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||movies|AA1VDw"&gt;&lt;b&gt;movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; without you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Let him dance with other guys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Always make time for him. Being too busy is not an excuse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Let older men into your life. Youth worship is self-defeating. We will all grow older. Don't deprive yourself of elders' hard-earned wisdom and love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Stand by your man. Unless he's the Unabomber. In that case, what are you doing with him anyway?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Take care of him when he's sick. Put on your Florence Nightingale cap and be the best damn nurse he'll ever have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* You don't have to suffer silently. Let him know when you're hurting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Put his photo on your desk at work if you're so inclined.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* If your partner doesn't want to come out at work and introduce you, accept it. He knows his work situation and the possible repercussions of coming out better than you do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Dare to use the royal &amp;quot;We&amp;quot; every now and then. It can strengthen your love to refer to yourselves publicly as a couple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Stimulate him intellectually.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Encourage him in his work, his creativity, and his personal growth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* When you vacation together, go somewhere you both want to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Be a considerate son-in-law.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* If he has children, be a good stepparent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* If he has an ex-wife, be friendly to her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Love should improve the quality of your lives. Do whatever you can to make his life easier and better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Sometimes making love and sex overlap, and sometimes they don't. Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck and has little to do with love. Learn the difference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* As an act of faith, buy condoms in bulk. (But don't forget they have expiration dates.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't be greedy in bed. Give a damn about his orgasm, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Wonder if you're satisfying him? Ask. Be prepared to deal with him saying no.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Ask him what he likes. Tell him what you like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Do it outside. Do it inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Explore a sex shop together. Show each other what toys and images turn you on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* If you give him a sex toy as a &lt;a href="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||gifts|AA1VDw"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, keep it private.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Ask before you insert any sex toy. Wait for an answer. Respect the answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Smear him with ice cream and enjoy dessert. (This guarantees thirty- one variations without even changing the flavors.) Let him be your flavor of the month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Try body paints. Experiment with applicators. Don't use a paintbrush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Learn from the lesbians: Keep your fingernails short.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Plan sex.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Have spontaneous quickies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Release your inner slut for him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Overwhelm him with your passion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Let all five of your senses throb with sensuality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Kiss him gently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Kiss him like you mean it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Lick his inner thigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Suck his fingers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Rub. Nuzzle. Slurp. Nibble.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Do it silently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Do it like thunder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Sometimes let sex be an aerobic workout.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Sometimes let sex be slow, lazy, and relaxed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Teach him your best sex tricks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Tell him your sex secrets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Perform a striptease.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Read erotic passages to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Be gentle. Be wild.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Be passive. Be bold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Reciprocate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Make love to him above the waist, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't leave a hickey first without asking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Don't use your lover's handles as love handles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Tell him he's a good lover&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-1717146978202887463?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/1717146978202887463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=1717146978202887463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1717146978202887463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1717146978202887463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/11/age-long-post-but-hope-you-get.html' title='Age-Long Post but Hope You&amp;#39;ll Get Something Out of It'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-1071666296507282561</id><published>2008-11-09T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:24:56.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Years and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My longest running set of best friends... 1st year high school until now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:decde602-478c-42b3-a32a-eaf7bcd55cc4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/SRZl-clQOGI/AAAAAAAAACA/bau0FfKNAnw/vacation08324-vi-8x6.jpg" title="me, Lea, Jen, Cel, and Krist" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/SRZmFd8lR_I/AAAAAAAAACE/l3Ok56WS17U/vacation08324-vi%5B19%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think we still look the same. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-1071666296507282561?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/1071666296507282561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=1071666296507282561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1071666296507282561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1071666296507282561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-years-and-counting.html' title='18 Years and Counting'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/SRZmFd8lR_I/AAAAAAAAACE/l3Ok56WS17U/s72-c/vacation08324-vi%5B19%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-7769619724866303671</id><published>2008-11-09T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:13:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The moment I saw the Mini 1000 (HP) or the Mini 700 (Compaq) {aren't they one and the same??} I immediately fell in love with it. Who can resist the style, the sophistication, the clutch-ability of this fine creation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I'm in for a wait. Plus the fact that I can't seem to decide which to get... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAMjUYZBhms/SQxuUfQUJ8I/AAAAAAAABGc/BpzXjtJDUY4/s400/hpcompaqmininote700.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;or this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAMjUYZBhms/SQDL4FTBdPI/AAAAAAAABEE/l0nPv_Fq7ig/s400/hpviviennetam.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://common.ziffdavisinternet.com/util_get_image/22/0,1425,i=223589,00.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't laugh... I seriously considered the Vivienne Tam version but I guess not in this lifetime will I be lugging a floral designed laptop. Although, it was tempting for a minute. :D hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope this little baby comes soon... I'm very very anxious!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-7769619724866303671?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/7769619724866303671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=7769619724866303671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7769619724866303671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7769619724866303671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/11/mini-me.html' title='Mini Me'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vAMjUYZBhms/SQxuUfQUJ8I/AAAAAAAABGc/BpzXjtJDUY4/s72-c/hpcompaqmininote700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-6552399659103834290</id><published>2008-11-09T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:41:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Trying the Windows Live Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Looks like this is one cool tool. While I'm writing this entry, I will get to see how it will look like when it gets published. WAY AWESOME!!! So anyway, what's been up y'all. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I miss blogging so much that I need to get it back in my system. Hopefully soon. As soon as I get my lappie (I'm still at a loss between the Mini 1000 and the Mini 700), I expect to be doing more writing. Yahoo for me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'll leave it at this for now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh my, I think this will end up on &lt;a href="http://bocceli.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;my multiply page&lt;/a&gt; too. Oh well. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-6552399659103834290?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6552399659103834290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=6552399659103834290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6552399659103834290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6552399659103834290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-trying-windows-live-writer.html' title='So I&amp;#39;m Trying the Windows Live Writer'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-4189371643174462817</id><published>2008-10-01T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:00:55.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Joys</title><content type='html'>I submitted a photo of my current and previous condo units to a favorite interior design site and I was surprised this morning to have found out that they posted the pics online. :D I'm worthy.. hahahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/roomark-francis-93008-064816"&gt;http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/roomark-francis-93008-064816&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-4189371643174462817?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4189371643174462817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=4189371643174462817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4189371643174462817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4189371643174462817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-joys.html' title='Simple Joys'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-2856845735200721500</id><published>2008-04-21T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:50:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby Flay Loves Adobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I was watching Rachael Ray this morning and a word she said caught my attention. She was making some dish that mixed chipotle, chorizo, and ADOBO. I was like "WHAT?!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It was seriously adobo (just a tame version of it) and she says Bobby Flay (of Iron Chef) introduced her to it. So I ended up googling Bobby Flay and adobo. Found a lot of hits and realized that it's one of his favorite dishes. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Here's on easy dish that he documented and posted in the Food Network site:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_428,00.html"&gt;Pork Adobo Sandwich with Sage Aioli&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Philippine cuisine is slowly getting more attention. I like! :)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-2856845735200721500?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2856845735200721500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=2856845735200721500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2856845735200721500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2856845735200721500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/04/bobby-flay-loves-adobo.html' title='Bobby Flay Loves Adobo'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-2572557607794661231</id><published>2008-04-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:21:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Site to Play With</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Thanks to a good friend Mike Lao's blog entry, I got wind of this site by Adobe. It's the Adobe Photoshop Express site. I immediately got first dibs on my usual ID name. I haven't uploaded much yet but hopefully I'll get to do so soon.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="https://www.photoshop.com/user/bocceli"&gt;Bocceli's Photoshop site&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-2572557607794661231?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2572557607794661231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=2572557607794661231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2572557607794661231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2572557607794661231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-site-to-play-with.html' title='A New Site to Play With'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-8293205562409984842</id><published>2008-04-07T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:06:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Thanks to John Rae for letting me listen to this song... hit a chord... augh!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV class=song&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Here You Come Again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=writer&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;by Barry Mann/Cynthia Weil (Dolly Parton)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=writer&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=lyrics&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;Here you come again &lt;BR&gt;Just when I'm about to make it work without you &lt;BR&gt;You waltz right in the door &lt;BR&gt;Just like you done before &lt;BR&gt;And wrap my heart 'round your little finger &lt;BR&gt;Here you come again &lt;BR&gt;Just when I'm about to make it work without you &lt;BR&gt;You look into my eyes &lt;BR&gt;And light those dreamy eyes &lt;BR&gt;And pretty soon I'm wonderin' &lt;BR&gt;How I came to doubt you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All you gotta do &lt;BR&gt;Is smile that smile &lt;BR&gt;And there go all my defenses &lt;BR&gt;Just leave it up to you &lt;BR&gt;And in a little while &lt;BR&gt;You're messin' up my mind &lt;BR&gt;An' fillin' up my senses &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here you come again &lt;BR&gt;Lookin' better than a body &lt;BR&gt;Has a right to &lt;BR&gt;An' shakin' me up so &lt;BR&gt;That all I really know &lt;BR&gt;Is here you come again &lt;BR&gt;An' here I go &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All you gotta do &lt;BR&gt;Is smile that smile &lt;BR&gt;And there go all my defenses &lt;BR&gt;Just leave it up to you &lt;BR&gt;And in a little while &lt;BR&gt;You're messin' up my mind &lt;BR&gt;An' fillin' up my senses &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here you come again &lt;BR&gt;Lookin' better than a body &lt;BR&gt;Has a right to &lt;BR&gt;An' shakin' me up so &lt;BR&gt;That all I really know &lt;BR&gt;Is here you come again &lt;BR&gt;An' here I go &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Fade: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here I go &lt;BR&gt;And here I go &lt;BR&gt;And here I go &lt;BR&gt;Here you come again &lt;BR&gt;And here I go &lt;BR&gt;Here I go &lt;BR&gt;And here I go&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-8293205562409984842?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8293205562409984842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=8293205562409984842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8293205562409984842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8293205562409984842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-i-go.html' title='Here I Go...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-6555665322579428411</id><published>2008-03-15T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:16:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty Pageant Hooplah</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;It's been a week I believe when this whole Janina San Miguel thing errupted. I was trying to find rhyme or reason to defend our new representative to the "World" competition. But can't.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I would rather defend Melanie Marquez over Janina simply because of the fact that at least I still understand what Melanie is saying. I don't think it's got anything to do with grammar, we all get ringing ears on a daily basis if we're really particular. I'm not as particular about it anymore, only when it is really done by some pretentious bitch of a fucker.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Going back to my point, Janina's problem was NOT that she messed with her possibly 14 years of schooling but that her answer didn't even have any pertinent content to it. We technically, she didn't even answer the question thrown at her. I think that's where injustice lies. We can't really say for a fact anymore but believing there's still good in people, maybe the judges just saw something we didn't see in her.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I still hope she does well.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-6555665322579428411?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6555665322579428411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=6555665322579428411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6555665322579428411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6555665322579428411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/03/beauty-pageant-hooplah.html' title='The Beauty Pageant Hooplah'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-5308887603094211499</id><published>2008-02-06T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:20:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>I know... I'm so behind with this whole Gossip Girl addiction people have. But, I must say, I was able to catch up. Finished the entire season in a week. You know you love me! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XOXO&lt;br&gt;Gossip Girl... este.. Francis. Hihi!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-5308887603094211499?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/5308887603094211499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=5308887603094211499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5308887603094211499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5308887603094211499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/02/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-2932364209954500130</id><published>2008-01-24T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:25:57.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R5fZdwoKCEoAACuyIGQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bocceli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5fZdwoKCEoAACuyIGQ1/DSC00103.JPG?et=aD%2BytExN%2CiZMea2iDY2a4A&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In less than 10 days, I will be leaving this place. My home for 3 years. It actually just struck me last night that I have grown so much in those 3 years. With the amount of experience I gained, I'm hoping I am more equipped in going through life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am quite excited in moving to my new place. I'll try to make it liveable two weeks after I move in. There's just tons to do. Loads of stuff to get. I'll do it slowly this time. I've learned my lesson. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still open to suggestions about styling. So if anyone out there is eager to give me input on how I can style my new place, fire away. I'd love to hear what you guys have. Lately, I've been buying local design magazines to get input as well. Mostly on where to get cheap furniture, accents, etc. Planning on tripping to Evangelista this weekend so I'm really hoping I find something decent there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Does anybody know where else I can go for cheap furniture? Well, cheap but nice looking. :) Or do you guys have furniture you're willing to let go of for a price? Hehehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll post pics of the entire move so you'll have an idea how I deal with a move. :)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-2932364209954500130?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/2932364209954500130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=2932364209954500130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2932364209954500130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/2932364209954500130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/01/counting-days.html' title='Counting the Days'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-5285678345454977958</id><published>2008-01-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:38:14.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED AD</title><content type='html'>Since I've got a decent amount of friends out there maybe you guys can help me out. I'm looking for a new place to move to, just coz my current "home" will be sold by my friend soon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, here's what I'm looking for:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- condo unit in Makati or The Fort&lt;br&gt;- at least a studio around 30+ or more sqm.&lt;br&gt;- it has to be unfurnished otherwise I don't know where to put all my stuff&lt;br&gt;- should have a parking lot that's safe&lt;br&gt;- my budget is Php20,000 (inclusive of rent, association dues and parking)&lt;br&gt;- of course, if it's cheaper, I'll be much happier &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So if anyone out there has info that would fulfill my requirements, please give me a holler. I have 4 months to go to find a new place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks in advance!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-5285678345454977958?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/5285678345454977958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=5285678345454977958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5285678345454977958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5285678345454977958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2008/01/wanted-ad.html' title='WANTED AD'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-7832567680765148933</id><published>2007-12-31T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:31:41.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Having a Great New Year</title><content type='html'>Since everybody's done their respective New Year blog entries, I'll just do mine in a simple way...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  Happy New Year and may we be as beautiful (or have someone as beautiful) as this guy:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;DAVID GANDY... One of God's gift to mankind... YUM! hahahaha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/misc/DavidGandy/images/pic10.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-7832567680765148933?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/7832567680765148933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=7832567680765148933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7832567680765148933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7832567680765148933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-having-great-new-year.html' title='To Having a Great New Year'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-8347173952282485710</id><published>2007-12-13T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:28:23.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R2B7FgoKCEoAAAI9GZs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bocceli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R2B7FgoKCEoAAAI9GZs1/mulberry-bayswater-handbag.jpg?et=JNPNby2heLGGVgDFWNDJeQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long has it been since I've been eyeing the Mulberry bag. Now I have one... I can't be happier. Well of course other things can make me happy but I am content with this one. I have a huge version of it, for potenital weekend trips that is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People people, don't think I'm shallow because I'm celebrating a birth of a bag for me. Hahaha. I just enjoy nice things. Thanks to my friend for getting it for me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can check it out on the internet at this site for &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.mulberry.com/#/STOREFRONT/c64/930/CATEGORY/"&gt;Mulberry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-8347173952282485710?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8347173952282485710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=8347173952282485710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8347173952282485710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8347173952282485710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/12/fine-addition.html' title='A Fine Addition'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-5138063750052296635</id><published>2007-11-02T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:54:03.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Lucky...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Allen for showing me the video... Ah, innocence and loads of cute factor. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?permalinkId=v1217636RJaME9Yn&amp;id=anonymous&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="438" width="540"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-5138063750052296635?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/5138063750052296635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=5138063750052296635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5138063750052296635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/5138063750052296635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-lucky.html' title='Getting Lucky...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-1746186904260861667</id><published>2007-10-31T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:31:54.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplest Pleasures</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://jocelynism.multiply.com/"&gt;WITS and NUTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;That was a first for me to get tagged by the way:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was asked to identify the 10 Things I consider to be my simplest pleasures... Toughie!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- going to work for 5 days in jeans&lt;br&gt;- driving only 10-15 mins to get to work&lt;br&gt;- eating on the floor while watching TV and being on the internet&lt;br&gt;- having brewed coffee everyday in the comfort of my own home with a choice of Swedish, Sagada, or Starbucks coffee&lt;br&gt;- always given enough time to prepare for leaving the house (it takes me a while now to prep for going out)&lt;br&gt;- seeing my closest friends on a weekly basis for dinner and coffee&lt;br&gt;- chatting with my friends who are not in Manila often&lt;br&gt;- getting to sleep for 8 hours (almost every day)&lt;br&gt;- walking around my place half naked&lt;br&gt;- being able to go to the mall by simply walking to it&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-1746186904260861667?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/1746186904260861667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=1746186904260861667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1746186904260861667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1746186904260861667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/10/simplest-pleasures.html' title='Simplest Pleasures'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-1896804245383510156</id><published>2007-10-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:59:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Being a Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RxYRugoKCsYAAEZook41"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RxYRugoKCsYAAEZook41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.bocceli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxYRugoKCsYAAEZook41/10162007149.jpg?et=kFUBu6ZdLjH4KDAg%2C2RbHw" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was picked to be a guest co-host for Chef To Go (QTV-11) and boy was it an experience. They picked me from thousands of emails the show would get from their avid fans. The setup, Chef Rob Pengson, Mirriam Quiambao (celebrity guest co-host), and I would be making a scrumptious meal for my mom (and dad of course) in celebration of my mom's birthday on October 21. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything was set and taping went on for a few hours. I did some work in the makeshift kitchen and boy was I in for a treat. I did minor things really like squeezed a lemon, stirred the vinigrette, poured in extra virgin olive oil, etc. What was on the menu you may ask? Well, we had Ensalata de Frutti di Mari (starters), Braised Lamb Shank with Risotto and Porccinni mushrooms (main dish), and Vanilla Panna Cotta with Blueberries and Mango puree. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After all the food got prepared, I had another mission, to get my mom and dad to the "set" in Alabang (Manong's near Festival Mall). I had to come up with some story about a friend opening a restaurant and we were invited to go. Anyways, I was successful in getting my parents to go to the venue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bocceli.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RxYRugoKCsYAAEZook41"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bocceli.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RxYU@goKCsYAAAOA75I1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.bocceli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxYU@goKCsYAAAOA75I1/10162007150.jpg?et=pwmW1HGnZJfxBTGL0aTTfQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;It went pretty smoothly. My mom got so surprised (so did I) as she knows who Chef Rob is. Apparently, she watches the show too. She was also surprised to see Mirriam Quiambao whom she absolutely adores. At this time my dad was so clueless about the whole thing. He thought Mirriam and Chef Rob were the "friends" I was talking about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was all too surreal. Very "Wish Ko Lang" moment... Anyways, I am very happy that my mom was so surprised with the treat. I even got "gift" from the show for my condo. So thanks to QTV-11, Chef Rob Pengson, Mirriam Quiambao, and the staff/crew that day. Thanks for helping me make my mom's birthday extra special, just coz she deserves nothing less.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-1896804245383510156?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/1896804245383510156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=1896804245383510156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1896804245383510156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/1896804245383510156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-of-being-chef.html' title='A Day of Being a Chef'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-8228310872341191627</id><published>2007-10-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:27:41.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Finally...</title><content type='html'>Just one of those things you need to be reminded of...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#cddeff"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/ideal-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.&lt;br&gt;And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.&lt;br&gt;You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.&lt;br&gt;It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-8228310872341191627?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8228310872341191627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=8228310872341191627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8228310872341191627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8228310872341191627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-finally.html' title='And Finally...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-4797013165176308063</id><published>2007-10-13T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:22:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK OK... It's Scary</title><content type='html'> This was just really scary... Any of my friends who will read this can totally testify to the factual nature of this "analysis."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra - Your Love Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/libra-love.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are open minded enough to date outside your typical "type" ... successfully!&lt;br&gt;You are diplomatic - and likely to end a fight instead of dragging things out.&lt;br&gt;You are easily loyal and faithful, but only for the right person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a bit gullible, and partners take advantage of you. You still may not know it.&lt;br&gt;You find it difficult to decide where to go to dinner, what movie to watch, who to date...&lt;br&gt;You have to be in a relationship, or else you just don't feel like yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A smooth talker who enjoys socializing as much as you do.&lt;br&gt;Someone classy and cultured who knows which wine to order with dinner.&lt;br&gt;Is beautiful to you - although not necessarily attractive in the traditional sense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Romantic. If your date comes bearing flowers, wine, and poetry... well, your heart soars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Giving. Your lover's pleasure is as important as your own.&lt;br&gt;Soft and sensual - you don't like anything to be rough.&lt;br&gt;Extravagant  ... your fantasy involves staying at a five star hotel with your love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't be so quick to compromise in relationships - and you'll get taken advantage of yes.&lt;br&gt;Try being single for a while. Seems impossible, but you'll learn so much about yourself from doing so.&lt;br&gt;Make some decisions about your romantic life, right now. You'll be happy that you did.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best color to attract mate: Green&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-4797013165176308063?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4797013165176308063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=4797013165176308063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4797013165176308063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4797013165176308063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-ok-it-scary.html' title='OK OK... It&amp;#39;s Scary'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-8373070145562154760</id><published>2007-10-12T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:45:50.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Was Your Last?</title><content type='html'>Rule #1:&lt;br&gt;If you open this you GOTTA take it. (okaaaaaaaayyyyy)&lt;br&gt;Rule # 2:&lt;br&gt;You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING&lt;br&gt;unless someone&lt;br&gt;messages you and asks&lt;br&gt;Rule #3:&lt;br&gt;Only answer True or False&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Kissed more than one person on your top friends? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Kissed someone you didn't like? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: You like someone? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Held a snake? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Been suspended from school? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Sang in the shower? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Broken a bone? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Shaved your head? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership? TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Donated Blood? FALSE&lt;br&gt;Q: Had your heart broken? VERY TRUE&lt;br&gt;Q: Broken someone's heart? TRUE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Who was your last?"&lt;br&gt;just be 100% truthful&lt;br&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. You hung out with? Coro friends&lt;br&gt;2. last person you texted? Arlene fr QTV&lt;br&gt;3. last person you slept next to? *toot*&lt;br&gt;4. Went to the movies with? Minette and Wilma&lt;br&gt;5. Went to the mall with? John John&lt;br&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? Chef Rob&lt;br&gt;7. Made you laugh? Dennis and Jet&lt;br&gt;8. You hugged? I can't recall...&lt;br&gt;9. you kissed? *toot*&lt;br&gt;10. Made you cry?  *toot*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Be serious or be funny? Funny&lt;br&gt;2. Drink whole or skim milk? Whole&lt;br&gt;3. Die in a fire or get shot? get shot&lt;br&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Sun or moon? Sun&lt;br&gt;2. dark or light chocolate? dark&lt;br&gt;3. Left or right? Right.&lt;br&gt;4. Sunny or rainy? Sunny&lt;br&gt;5. Hugs or kisses? Both please&lt;br&gt;6. Where do you live? Condo&lt;br&gt;7. Rock or Techno? Rock&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Do you want to get married? Yes&lt;br&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? twirl&lt;br&gt;10. Do You Cook? Selectively&lt;br&gt;11. Current mood?  Weird/inexplicable&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN THE LAST 72 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Kissed someone? (on the lips?) no&lt;br&gt;2. Sang? yes&lt;br&gt;3. Been hugged? no&lt;br&gt;4. Like someone you can't have? DON'T REMIND ME... but yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repost this as, "WHO WAS YOUR LAST?"  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-8373070145562154760?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8373070145562154760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=8373070145562154760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8373070145562154760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8373070145562154760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-was-your-last.html' title='Who Was Your Last?'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-8077394098393078874</id><published>2007-09-28T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:51:32.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest "March" Song...</title><content type='html'> I always encounter a song out of the blue and think, damn, if I were going to get married (IF), I would love that song to be my march song... This is my latest "March" song.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmMpkOZtdb8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmMpkOZtdb8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Found A Reason by Cat Power&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh I do believe&lt;br&gt;In all the things you say&lt;br&gt;What comes is better than what came before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And youd better come come, come come to me&lt;br&gt;Better come come, come come to me&lt;br&gt;Better run, run run, run run to me&lt;br&gt;Better come   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-8077394098393078874?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/8077394098393078874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=8077394098393078874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8077394098393078874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/8077394098393078874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-latest-song.html' title='My Latest &amp;quot;March&amp;quot; Song...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-9042801992854318673</id><published>2007-09-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:11:03.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Reunions</title><content type='html'> The past week (actually last couple of days) saw me reuniting with really great friends. These friends have been part of my life for quite a while now.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Thursday night was a reunion with Elementary and High School friends. Having known these people for almost 20 years simply means endless tales of our history. Funny moments in school, hilarious teachers and classmates, and everything in between. It was nice to see everyone continues to succeed in their chosen paths. Lea is married, with a cute "baby" boy, Kyle, and is now finishing her nursing degree. Cel continues her career path in human resources at no less than the World Health Organization, and lastly, Gerome, who was our class valedictorian, continues to excel in his medical field. We hope he gets his shot at that interview in December &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;. I'm hoping to see more of these people. It was so much fun hanging out with them. (see you guys sooner!)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Photos from that night out: &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/Ruq-@QoKCsYAABlUHD01"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.bocceli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ruq-@QoKCsYAABlUHD01/14092007060.jpg?et=UiAGf5eqru0B1nHiRnGW1w" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bocceli.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Ruq-vwoKCsYAABJJ8zo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bocceli.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RurAMQoKCsYAABWtB9E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.bocceli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RurAMQoKCsYAABWtB9E1/14092007059.jpg?et=tmWX2JADIlFKSXHr3Moe5Q" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friday night was with my ACN best buds. It was Vane and Alizza's birthday party. Great fun. Loved the food. *burp* I'm still full. Glad to see Philip, Kit, Mai, Sharon, Jacq, and Nescel. It's been a while I hope to see more of them soon.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-9042801992854318673?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/9042801992854318673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=9042801992854318673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/9042801992854318673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/9042801992854318673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-of-reunions.html' title='A Week of Reunions'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-7190009864613074414</id><published>2007-09-05T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:00:33.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dag nabit!</title><content type='html'>I seriously need an overhaul.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just had a epiphany a few seconds ago. I'm turning 29 in a few days and what have I to say for myself. Sure my career's in full swing but what have I got to prove that? Sure I've gone through relationships but being single now just means they were all failures. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a different topic, I was browsing through a site I thought I got out of my system and saw a post from someone who's 25 and is looking for someone younger because he wanted to be the one taking care of whoever it is he's looking for. That got me thinking... am I supposed to be in that situation? What if I want to be taken cared of? Have I exceeded my "Best Before" date? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need something to get me back on the reins and just look forward to what other things life has to offer. I MUST not make relationships be the basis of who I am and what I am. I must.... "review" how to love myself again, just like before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For now, I'll mope just to get this done and over with.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-7190009864613074414?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/7190009864613074414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=7190009864613074414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7190009864613074414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/7190009864613074414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/09/dag-nabit_05.html' title='Dag nabit!'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-101438711532795505</id><published>2007-08-23T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:55:14.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was the Best Thing Ever</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for those of you who just got clogged with updates from my site but I noticed this morning that Angelo (a good friend of mine) just had loads of Multiply blog posts and they were all made within a 10 minute period. So it got me thinking there must be an upload section here for those of us with blog sites somewhere else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hence, I figured it out. When you post a blog entry here in Multiply, on the lower page is a link to getting your blog posts from another site. I then decided to migrate my blogspot entries here on Multiply.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But wait, that's not all. You apparently also have cross posting capabilities, meaning, if you decide to post either on your other blog or the Multiply blog, the other one would also get that post! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pardon the ignorance but I just found that so dang cool!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That would get me to post more often since I've been Multiplying on a daily basis now.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-101438711532795505?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/101438711532795505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=101438711532795505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/101438711532795505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/101438711532795505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-was-best-thing-ever.html' title='That Was the Best Thing Ever'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-6248023567827129607</id><published>2007-08-03T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:50:29.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiplicity</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not leaving this site, ever! But, I'm going to maintain a Multiply site as well for more photos, audio, and video... &lt;a href="http://bocceli.multiply.com"&gt;Bocceli Multiply Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can see you in my Guestbook there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bocceli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-6248023567827129607?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/6248023567827129607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=6248023567827129607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6248023567827129607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/6248023567827129607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/08/multiplicity.html' title='Multiplicity'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-4785730211457507997</id><published>2007-07-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:35:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long</title><content type='html'>... I finally found time to post something new here. I've been out for more than half a year but things seem to be the same for me. Except of course for someone in my life. Sure, it's great to have someone who seems to care for you but there are complications to it as well. I guess I just have to see how things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I hope all my friends all over the world get a chance to say hi. Missing all of them. They have touched my life and have contributed to everything I am now (collectively of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope be here more often. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those curious as to how I look like now... brace yourselves... the chubbier me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/Rp92p_5N80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AN4rvE3TDtg/s1600-h/MeAtWork1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/Rp92p_5N80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AN4rvE3TDtg/s320/MeAtWork1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088916567850087234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-4785730211457507997?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/4785730211457507997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=4785730211457507997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4785730211457507997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/4785730211457507997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-so-long.html' title='After so long'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/Rp92p_5N80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AN4rvE3TDtg/s72-c/MeAtWork1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-116461357492071131</id><published>2006-11-27T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:46:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the Afternoon Sun</title><content type='html'>From my office (er cubicle) window, I can see the afternoon sun shining down on the city of Makati. I feel the warmth of it despite the airconditioned space. People are minding their own business and thing are just casually taking place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been great so far, minus birth pains of course, but generally, yeah... it has been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through my big cubicle I see photos from when I was with my mom in Bangkok, that Starbucks on Soi Langsuan will forever be my favorite. It exudes so much coziness and warmth that one feels at home when seated on one of the suede upholstered sofas. I also see a picture I took of the detail work done to most Thai temples. I never thought there were actually glass chips embedded on the walls. Glass chips of different colors. Blues, reds, whites. The gold paint adds drama and elegance to the structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look above and a sheet of green construction paper is filled with dedications from my staff here at work. The best of which reads "you're probably one of the best things that happened to me" (from one of my staff whom I have worked with for over three years). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is just clutter and some amount of effort to place decor on my table. A Thai elephant, a Danish mermaid souvenir, an Indian picture frame of a "crystal powder" drawing... heck, even the Jollibee figures from my recent birthday bash (my staff surprised me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good so far. I do, however, remember what a friend told me about a philosophy him and his friend though of. That God is either JUST or GENEROUS. Makes you think right? I think He's being quite generous to me lately. I wonder how Just we will be soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-116461357492071131?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/116461357492071131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=116461357492071131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/116461357492071131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/116461357492071131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-at-afternoon-sun.html' title='Looking at the Afternoon Sun'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-116451156297238738</id><published>2006-11-26T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:29:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;es-cap-ism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the avoidance of reality by absorption of the mind in entertainment or in an imaginative situation, activity, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is odd to find oneself in a state where you just do not want to deal with reality. When friends become characters in a movie. When work becomes a haven for not thinking about what is real and happening. When everything else in your life, except being who you are, is no longer real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, I end up thinking why am I where I am at now. What brought me here? Why do I have to be here? Questions that do not seem to get answered with how I am coping with things at the moment. It is these exact questions why I choose to just focus on other things instead of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching episode after episode of Grey's Anatomy and Desperate Housewives, catching the latest feel good movie, or going out drinking pretty much all week. Activities that get me out of reality so I do not have to deal with it.  It sounds pretty sad, or weird, but I find myself wondering if that is who I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned on me that I am someone who would rather live a movie than be *sigh* me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-116451156297238738?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/116451156297238738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=116451156297238738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/116451156297238738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/116451156297238738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/11/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-115787038701270025</id><published>2006-09-10T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:39:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the Day</title><content type='html'>In a few days I will be two years away from the big 3-0. Thinking of a way to celebrate, I thought of taking a trip but would have to be in October. Jetting off to Thailand with my mom (her big 6-0) is coming too. That will be 6 days in Bangkok, staying with a good friend Steve, and cruising the streets in a 7-series BMW... with a chauffer. THE LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends have been mostly alright. Lately, I get to spend Saturday nights with my best friends, mostly dinner then coffee or a movie. Can't ask for anything else, except maybe spending that night with someone special as well. But trust me, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been really hectic as I'm organizing a launch for the office. Once again I'm doing something I feel like doing. Major issue hit me though last Friday as I just found out that the reception area won't be used to its fullest. The current training room tables can't be removed since they are all linked together by a stupid electric cable hence, we would have to just push them towards the wall and pray to God they can be covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish, for my sake, that it will all turn out ok. Three more days and it's showtime. Pray that it works out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week y'all! Hugs to mah peeps (hahaha, so ghetto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-115787038701270025?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/115787038701270025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=115787038701270025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/115787038701270025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/115787038701270025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/09/nearing-day.html' title='Nearing the Day'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-115603755719287606</id><published>2006-08-20T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T09:32:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Wears Prada</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, this book hit me the moment I saw it at a bookstore. Then, I wasn't too much into reading yet. I thought to myself, I'll read it after they make a movie out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I know have to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the film a couple of weeks back, thanks to torrent sites, I was able to download a (pretty crappy) video file of the movie. What can I say but it was everything I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances of the actors in the film were stellar. Loved it, especially Merryl "Miranda" Streep. What I loved the most though were the fashions in the movie. Thanks to Patricia Field for the styling, it was one for the books. Think the best of the best in Sex and the City fashion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key parts in the movie to look out for if you're a fashion savant, the intro... shoes galore... round toe, black patent pumps, damn... thank God I'm a guy. Had I been a woman, I would probably have bought those pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fab scene was when the main character became dressy... special effects of her going to work (on different days) in different outfits. The white trench screamed Donna Karan but I can't be sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the cutest look I saw was when "Andy" wore a black boat neck knit with an elbow-length sleeve over a plain white button down long-sleeved shirt, (what looked like) herringbone-print pants, accented with a newsboy hat (which also seemed like it was plaid or herringbone-print). QUE FABULOSA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-115603755719287606?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/115603755719287606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=115603755719287606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/115603755719287606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/115603755719287606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/08/devil-wears-prada.html' title='The Devil Wears Prada'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-115588786683423696</id><published>2006-08-18T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:01:19.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>And here's the reason why it took so long to blog... I bought a new vehicle! Inspired by my addiction with the series 24, I got a black SUV. Though not an Expedition, it's close:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6865/75/1600/Ford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6865/75/320/Ford.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford Escape 3.0 with a V6 engine. It's got the coolest interior, I just love beige interiors. A moon/sun-roof, 6-disc changer, leather seats... I can almost make love to this car simply because it's so damn HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... on other news, work has been very kind to me. Keep praying that we all may continue to be blessed by God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-115588786683423696?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/115588786683423696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=115588786683423696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/115588786683423696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/115588786683423696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-114955017709980494</id><published>2006-06-06T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:29:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra For A Few Days</title><content type='html'>"Expectations are only meant for me and not for others, especially creepy sons-of-a-bitches"... hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-114955017709980494?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/114955017709980494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=114955017709980494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114955017709980494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114955017709980494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/06/mantra-for-few-days.html' title='Mantra For A Few Days'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-114930461136446203</id><published>2006-06-03T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:16:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's 4 Years People</title><content type='html'>The longest relationship I've ever been in was almost 3 years. To be exact, 2 years, 10 months, and 2 weeks (give or take 5 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized now that I've been blogging for over 4 years. I never thought I'd be doing it for so long. Especially when I have on and off seasons, I'm just surprised I'm still at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to do blogging from my pda one of these days. I just need to get that WiFi card so I can do so any damn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having so many thoughts on what I should be doing. Options came up from the fact that I will be saving now. Given the scenario, what am I to save up for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my own condo either in Makati or in Global City&lt;br /&gt;- my own car, what am i to get? A Fortuner or that cute Suzuki Swift? or maybe that new Civic?&lt;br /&gt;- my first kick ass watch. Just like my fabulous Singapore-based friend, I want my own Cartier. I've been dying for one since I laid eyes on an actual Tank Francaise 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;- my first designer bag, my fashion brothers know that each and every one of us dream of having any of them lush bags, Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, Hermes... any one of them would be a wish come true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that's my dilemma. I feel like I'm rich but I'm not. Just someone who has shallow goals simply because I'm true to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I wonder if I'll have something done... cheeksuction??? hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-114930461136446203?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/114930461136446203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=114930461136446203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114930461136446203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114930461136446203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-4-years-people.html' title='That&apos;s 4 Years People'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-114930174443863330</id><published>2006-06-03T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:29:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought About it Again</title><content type='html'>The Soundtrack of My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my previous relationship&lt;/span&gt;: A House is not a Home by Dionne Warwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my life after love&lt;/span&gt;: Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my present life&lt;/span&gt;: Living In The City by Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;who I'm hoping to find&lt;/span&gt;: The Last Time by Eric Bennet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the Soundtrack of YOUR Life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-114930174443863330?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/114930174443863330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=114930174443863330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114930174443863330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114930174443863330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-about-it-again.html' title='Thought About it Again'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-114907533986113896</id><published>2006-05-31T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:35:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know What To Do</title><content type='html'>It's half past seven in the evening and I'm still at work. Trust me, I have a life. Now, I'm just not in the mood. I haven't been in the mood in the last several weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm in a new job and loving it... a lot. I'm in the company of fun people and loving it too. The other aspects of my life are what's bugging me. I'm just feeling apathetic towards them. Actually, it's not really them, it's just my romantic life. I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I'm watching too much Grey's Anatomy that I end up being like Meredith Grey? At least I'm not hung up on a "McDreamy". At least I'm not fucking around with anyone available (although I'm not really sure if I would if there is someone available). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change the oddly depressing topic, I just bought three pairs of shoes from WADE in Glorietta. Great purchase. Spent around $100 for three pairs. Can't top that. One formal wear pair, another for going out, and the last one for a casual ensemble. I also got this really cool laptop bag from Springfield... $50 bucks people. Great purchases if I must say so. That weekend of shopping really lifted my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Hump Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-114907533986113896?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/114907533986113896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=114907533986113896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114907533986113896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114907533986113896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='Don&apos;t Know What To Do'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-114903335592603671</id><published>2006-05-31T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:55:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tougher Now</title><content type='html'>It's quite strange. I thought it would be easier for me to make my blog entries now that I have a pc at home, my place is set up with WiFi connection, and I also have a laptop, BUT NO! I think it's really dedication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's three more days till Philippine Idol auditions at PICC. I'm still thinking if I'll go. I already thought of songs to use for the auditions. Maybe I'll decide on the last minute. Damn auditions, the only thing that annoys me is the requirements (birth certificate, passport, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today at 7AM with a massive headache. I didn't even drink last night. Hell, if I knew I would wake up like this I would've gone out drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super hungry, I'll just have a shake. I'm gaining weight again so I have to lessen my intake and actually start to exercise. This situation's lessening my chances of snatching a hottie. ;) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs to my friends out there! Hugs to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-114903335592603671?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/114903335592603671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=114903335592603671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114903335592603671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114903335592603671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-tougher-now.html' title='It&apos;s Tougher Now'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-114787887837740061</id><published>2006-05-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:14:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Beginning</title><content type='html'>It's true what they say that with patience, one reaps what he sows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a roller coaster ride all year long with my career, which for me takes highest priority in my life right now. As of this day, I have transferred to a new company and so far it has been giving me much to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not about to talk about my love life as there nothing much to talk about. It's been quite boring and any attempts at making it more lively always seem to end up in failure. So, what's a guy to do but focus all energies on more fruitful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still living in my condo and it might not look the same as what you see below but I think it's still something. For someone who doesn't have a lot, I'm pretty blessed. Which is one of the reasons why I'm constantly thankful to God for having given me so much graces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm continuously on the lookout for whatever it is he would want me to do. I'm not about to join the Peace Corps or rally along Catholic Extrimists protesting the showing of The Da Vinci Code. I'm seeking out opportunities to do good and charitable work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely visit more often as I really have no excuse not to. Well at least, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-114787887837740061?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/114787887837740061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=114787887837740061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114787887837740061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/114787887837740061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2006/05/yet-another-beginning.html' title='Yet Another Beginning'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-113345957480703689</id><published>2005-12-02T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:52:54.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and the bigger bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/69072488/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/69072488_05e229066f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	... love the sheets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-113345957480703689?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/113345957480703689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=113345957480703689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/113345957480703689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/113345957480703689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-bigger-bed.html' title='... and the bigger bed'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-113345954282054586</id><published>2005-12-02T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:52:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/69072489/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/69072489_3199469e3e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I made a few changes to how my place looks like. Do tell me your thoughts. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-113345954282054586?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/113345954282054586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=113345954282054586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/113345954282054586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/113345954282054586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/12/changes.html' title='Changes..'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112973241708138175</id><published>2005-10-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:33:37.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to ICON</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, don't forget to check out the latest issue of ICON (iconmag.com.ph) magazine. They will be launching their anniversary issue next week. I just might be on it. *crossed fingers*&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/3472771-112973241708138175?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112973241708138175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112973241708138175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112973241708138175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112973241708138175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-anniversary-to-icon.html' title='Happy Anniversary to ICON'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112752838303947988</id><published>2005-09-24T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T10:19:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Next Big Purchase</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm contemplating on getting myself the new iPOD Nano (unless of course folks from Singapore, HK, or the US are nice enough to give this to me as a birthday gift). I just love how it looks. You know me, STYLE OVER SUBSTANCE (thanks to To Wong Foo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out, if I get it, I'm only going to pay roughly P1,600 ($25) per month for 12 months. Hmmm. That ain't bad right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY NANO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.undercover.com.au/pics/ipodnano.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, there's more... I WANT IT IN BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.macitynet.it/artimgs/aA22454/img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-112752838303947988?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112752838303947988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112752838303947988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112752838303947988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112752838303947988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-next-big-purchase.html' title='My Next Big Purchase'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112752785684834377</id><published>2005-09-24T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T10:10:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone</title><content type='html'>For quite a while now I was using the company provided phone which is a Nokia 6600. I brought it with me everywhere I went, even abroad. Lately, however, I wanted to get one for myself. One that I could call my own. More recently, a phone model caught my eye. I can't remember when I fell in love with flip-phones but this one just had to be mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 6101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.noticiasdot.com/publicaciones/2005/0905/1309/noticias/images/nokia-6101-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy with this new no frills phone that I am now writing about it. It takes really decent pictures. Has got your basic needs. No bluetooth though so I just bought a cable to connect it to my PC. I love how it feels and the big buttons on the keypad. Lastly, I love the flip and how it contours to my huge face. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD they offered it at a 0% interest monthly payment scheme. (oh yeah, the photo below was taken using my new phone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-112752785684834377?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112752785684834377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112752785684834377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112752785684834377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112752785684834377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-phone.html' title='New Phone'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112641245933706767</id><published>2005-09-11T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T10:26:05.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/42195105/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/42195105_219fa6312c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="francis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Just in case you are all interested in seeing what I look like now.. here yah go! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-112641245933706767?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112641245933706767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112641245933706767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112641245933706767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112641245933706767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/09/cest-moi.html' title='C&apos;est Moi'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112641136130663142</id><published>2005-09-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:21:54.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Weekend</title><content type='html'>Started the weekend in a weird way. Friday night was for judging this turnabout pageant a small part of the company did. Hillarious as shit. I had tons of fun and I'm glad they invited me. Got freebies too. GCs from Starbucks and a leather note pad holder. Plus got to eat dinner for free. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was a photoshoot for Animo magazine. I was with my choir friends as the magazine will be coming up with a 3-page article on us. Cool huh? Most likely it would be published by December. I'd have to remind myself to get me a copy of that issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was ho hum, had lunch at recipes after the shoot (which I dressed up for, why not?). Then proceeded on to the condo with a friend while my hubby is with his friend. After a few hours of internet-ing, my friend and I decided to pamper ourselves so we went to a "spa". He had a facial, I had my foot spa (as I've had my facial the week prior). After over an hour, my feet were too relaxed to even move. My friend was already finished with his facial, which he recommends as a penitenciary rite for Holy Week. I on the other had still had my cleaning. Two hours, and I'm done. Wow! That's worth the money. Feet're pampered. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to home to meet up with a couple of other friends hanging out. Got there with the folks dying to eat (who's stopping them). Grabbed dinner at 7-Eleven and munched on the food while watching uhm, I can't remember what we were actually watching. I think we were that hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the chance in watching Mean Girls again, that's one helluva movie. I LOVE IT! I wish I were Lindsey. hahahaha. Kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to update ourselves with PinoyBigBrother (pinoybigbrother.com) to find out who got the boot. I swear these Filipino reality shows are driving me nuts. Well, this one mostly. I can't believe they dragged on with the first send off for TWO WHOLE HOURS!! SHEESH! To top it off, the boot out the hottest guy on the show!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY! hahahaha... Anyhoo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be labor intensive. We're getting a new bed. Sorta. I'm getting my queen sized bed from my parents' house and return their bed. I miss that Ethan Allen knock off. Sigh. HAHAHAHA. I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yeah'all laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-112641136130663142?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112641136130663142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112641136130663142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112641136130663142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112641136130663142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/09/slow-weekend.html' title='Slow Weekend'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112531495149035065</id><published>2005-08-29T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:23:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of em days</title><content type='html'>Thank GOD for DSL at home, I get to update my blog every so often without the watchful eyes at work. Hahaha. As if I actually care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to finish the entire Monday without a significant task completed. And I'm complaining why I didn't get uber snaps for my performance last year. Hahahaha. Oh wellz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to call one of my bestest pals in the whole wide world and talked about boys. Why the fuck they control us that much, I would know! It's all about our egos I think. I feel that us fab folks with a huge (but in a good way) ego, tend to want someone who's mostly dominant. You know, someone who can subdue us. If not subdue, at least tame. I'll leave submissiveness to the bedroom, if you know what I mean. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo, like I was saying, work went by hohumly so that ain't sooooo exciting. Tried calling a few peeps to check on my "moving on initiative" and to no avail, YET. I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks, there would be more developments with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just probably hungry. I can't wait to watch Darna and Encantadia this week. It's going to be the last month for the former, while the plot thickens in the latter tv show. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll head on off for dinner now, I'll drop by soon again! Glad to see I'm doing this once more. Missing it actually. :) HUGS TO MY BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-112531495149035065?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112531495149035065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112531495149035065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112531495149035065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112531495149035065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-of-em-days.html' title='One of em days'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-112502329814925093</id><published>2005-08-26T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:20:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... my juicy life and my juicy music ...</title><content type='html'>Yeah... the title that stuck with me for ages... since friggin' 2002!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't fucking posted a single thing for fucking 3 months!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can mean two things, either I have a new life... or I'm just bored out of my wits to even find the time to write something about my stupid little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I think it's both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, in my absence I have had the weirdest of rides from sharp curves to bumpy and muddy roads. It's a good thing, I'm a decent driver, and quite the adventurer, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the career front, I'm dying to leave here. I just don't have the strength (i.e. I'm just too fucking stubborn) to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it at that for now. I'll just be thankful I even had the motivation to post. Maybe this will get me started again. I want a new template. I need a fresh start. If anyone of you out there knows of a good and clean looking template, drop me comment! :D MWAHS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-112502329814925093?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/112502329814925093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=112502329814925093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112502329814925093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/112502329814925093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-juicy-life-and-my-juicy-music.html' title='... my juicy life and my juicy music ...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111595126931407203</id><published>2005-05-13T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:27:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can resist that beach!!!!???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; 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}.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/13630004/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13630004_766377037e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111595114226584432?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111595114226584432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111595114226584432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111595114226584432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111595114226584432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/05/looking-at-sailboat-were-riding-in-few.html' title='Looking at the sailboat we&apos;re riding in a few hours'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111595109141897589</id><published>2005-05-13T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:24:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/13629920/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13629920_439efd760d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	One of the highlights of this year's summer, Boracay will always be paradise for me. Too much has been said about this island so I'll let the pictures speak for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111595109141897589?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111595109141897589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111595109141897589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111595109141897589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111595109141897589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/05/boracay-2005.html' title='Boracay 2005'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111526119619381892</id><published>2005-05-05T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:46:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!</title><content type='html'>Quick updates before I get killed by my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- concert last Saturday (April 30) was a success. Great job by all of us from the choir!&lt;br /&gt;- leaving for Boracay tomorrow!!! WIPEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the last major update will be posted in due time. HAHAHAHAHA :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111526119619381892?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111526119619381892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111526119619381892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111526119619381892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111526119619381892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/05/sorry.html' title='SORRY!!'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111346801139639316</id><published>2005-04-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:40:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ok.. </title><content type='html'>... here's the thing. My mom just texted me this lunch time that based on a prediction by a blessed nun(?), there will be a massive earthquake in the next 20 minutes here in the Philippines. EGAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my mom pleaded with me to leave this building so that I would at least be safe during that time. Now I don't know if I should bring my laptop with me... hmm... let's see what happens. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111346801139639316?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111346801139639316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111346801139639316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111346801139639316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111346801139639316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-ok.html' title='Ok ok.. '/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111184042897012591</id><published>2005-03-26T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:33:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ain't Right</title><content type='html'>I just got back from choir practice. Voice a tad hoarse. I wanna smoke a cig but crap, I forgot to buy one. I'm oddly sad. God knows why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like life now has been hazy for me. Sure, I should be basking in the glory of independence (or to some, not living at my parents' house anymore), but I just don't know what's wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my friends' blogs and I feel a tinge of animosity from their latest experiences. I feel lonely. That's it. Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happened many years ago that I missed out on making better friends of a certain group. Now they've all moved on, and sadly, without me. They're doing well and the chances God gives me to see them on certain occasions are very much welcome. I am happy for all the successes they are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, having gone through what seemed like one of the toughest decisions of my recent life, I still am not at peace with myself. I feel robbed. Again, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing my Southie friends. I wish I were with them more. Jealous, maybe, with the fact that they are enjoying themselves here and that they're enjoying without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make things feel better, I do like the evenings I spend with my friends from work. Spending almost every night at Oakwood, at a friend's apartment. Spending weekends at the pool and getting tanned. But I'm again struck with the fact that these people are leaving very very soon. In a couple of months, I'll be lonely and cooped in my condo. All by my lonesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just one of em days. One of em days that I hate. Fuck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111184042897012591?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111184042897012591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111184042897012591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111184042897012591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111184042897012591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-aint-right.html' title='This Ain&apos;t Right'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111078917741273540</id><published>2005-03-14T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:32:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/6502308/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/6502308_5354bfcfb6.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Off to dinner with a few friends after choir practice and we bumped into one of the country's icons. Her "highness", Melanie Marquez. Can I say, she's really nice... and dang tall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111078917741273540?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111078917741273540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111078917741273540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111078917741273540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111078917741273540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/03/icon.html' title='Icon'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111053049296013801</id><published>2005-03-11T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:45:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/6299414/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6299414_65e8f21f91.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/6299417/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/6299417_b7e501908c.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/6299418/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/6299418_5a1c262df5.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; My new condo pics taken last night during the first house warming party friend's from work threw for me. They got me really nice stuff for the place. I'm a happy boy. Thanks to Normie for these pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111053049296013801?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111053049296013801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111053049296013801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111053049296013801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111053049296013801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/03/house-warming.html' title='House Warming'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-111035138704673845</id><published>2005-03-09T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:06:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Condo</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/6174768/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/6174768_58d389eddd.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/6174770/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6174770_385bb20e12.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; Pic taken of the condo I'm renting these days. Interiored by friends and family. Accent ideas by Normie, one of my best gal pals! General concept by yours truly... hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-111035138704673845?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/111035138704673845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=111035138704673845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111035138704673845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/111035138704673845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/03/condo.html' title='The Condo'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110966435671189404</id><published>2005-03-01T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:10:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fave HK building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/sets/141959/" target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/5647904_013a2ab163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;I was recently in HK over the Feb 24 - Feb 27 long weekend. Thank God for Friday holidays. Went with four friends from work. The pic above is of my favorite building in Hongkong. Never really found out the name of the building. If anyone of you knows, do tell me. Just click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/sets/141959/" target='_blank'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the HK set where the rest of my Hongkong pics are at. Enjoy (and don't forget to comment)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110966435671189404?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110966435671189404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110966435671189404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110966435671189404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110966435671189404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-fave-hk-building.html' title='My fave HK building'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110853597845271335</id><published>2005-02-16T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:39:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is all fun and games, until the boss finds out !!</title><content type='html'>I've read similar articles like this one ages ago and I'm glad I haven't gone astray from my initial conscious thoughts of not saying my company name, and anything about my company (aside from my own issues). Read &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2005/02/14/news/economy/blogging/index.htm?cnn=yes"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110853597845271335?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110853597845271335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110853597845271335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110853597845271335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110853597845271335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogging-is-all-fun-and-games-until.html' title='Blogging is all fun and games, until the boss finds out !!'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110844352824263884</id><published>2005-02-15T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:19:38.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsals before Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 345px" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/4828003_13d60d2a4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of me and the choir I sing with after a rehearsal last Sunday. The shot was taken at the rooftop of a building in a neighboring city. Background is Makati City where most of the group's members work. The tallest building in the Philippines is the one in the middle, the PBCom Tower. One of the Top 100 tallest buildings in the world. Cool. Hehehe :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110844352824263884?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110844352824263884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110844352824263884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110844352824263884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110844352824263884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/02/rehearsals-before-valentines-day.html' title='Rehearsals before Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110835941560144445</id><published>2005-02-14T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:36:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues at Work</title><content type='html'>I was wondering... to those who read my blog... What to do with co-workers who talk about gay men and women in a not so good light, mostly to humor themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to talk to the supervisor of this group of co-workers who are in the next cube from where I'm seated. They constantly talk about gay men (mostly) and women as if they have no life of their own. It's annoying the hell out of me. Not that I'm personally attacked or anything but for some reason, I feel degraded with this constant "gossiping" I hear. And no, I'm not eavesdropping. One can't prevent hearing things so audible from across two cubes. ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110835941560144445?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110835941560144445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110835941560144445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110835941560144445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110835941560144445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/02/issues-at-work.html' title='Issues at Work'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110809494751572234</id><published>2005-02-11T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T12:09:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Coy... Nelz pic of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/4598078/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4598078_107068db2f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	The pic I'm using on my Blogger. One of my faves taken by one amazing guy (and I'm proud to say he's a good friend of mine), NELZ. He'll always be one special friend and I do hope we'll get to see him soon! Miss you tons sweetie! :D *HUGS*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110809494751572234?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110809494751572234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110809494751572234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110809494751572234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110809494751572234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/02/being-coy-nelz-pic-of-me.html' title='Being Coy... Nelz pic of me'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110800897310491321</id><published>2005-02-10T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:18:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popularity Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; Entry below is not supposed to be read in a perky manner but a somber, introspective sort of way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all self righteous honesty... I always thought of myself as popular. Most girl friends love me, most gay friends love me, heck even most straight men love me (when I say most I mean straight male friends that tally up to like, uhm... let's just say I have more than 10 straight male friends). I'm always asked out by these people either one major trip out of town or an almost daily night out for dinner or drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know where this whole people-person-y personality comes from but, it just happened. Ever since I could remember, I've always been uber friendly with people. I have ammassed a decent number of great friends from high school, college, and work. Others I met outside of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that helped was actually speaking up and listening. I started listening to people more than I ever did. I also started to talk more and giving my own insights on certain things. I would make things light bordering on humorous and (I hope) funny. I take things for what they are or hear words and not get things out of context. I erupt when I have to, and walk out of petty ill feelings as I don't see the need for confrontation. I get mad then and there and say sorry (if I do believe I'm wrong) almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't know if those are even ingredients to being acceptable to people in general but I am for all intents and purposes trying to be Mr. P.R., minus the ass-kissing of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me that I am who I am now because I have been through so much. I have tons of experience gained from my 26 years of living this earth. She told me no one should ever tell me what I should and shouldn't do and that the fab-ness I am all about now, is a product of my own hardwork. She's such a sweetheart and I miss her tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I guess I won't be sorry if I am this way. If I actually do last minute meet ups with friends because of some lame excuse like someone bought a new bag and they just HAD to show it to me or as big as someone wanting to see me before they leave for a far away country. That's me, Mr. Popular, whom all my friends just HAVE to see in their own moments, intense or lame. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110800897310491321?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110800897310491321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110800897310491321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110800897310491321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110800897310491321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/02/popularity-contest.html' title='Popularity Contest'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110731502751808155</id><published>2005-02-02T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T11:30:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy?</title><content type='html'>What the heck's so juicy about me? Do I sweat that much? Have I not had sex in ages so I've accumulated all that man juice? (can I say yuck!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week's been fun really. Been playing tennis more than I could remember. Thanks to a dear friend of ours from work, we get to play at a nearby tennis area. Lately, I feel like my serves are doing better (read: more consistent) but I won't say they've got power. I'm just happy that I can guide the serves where I want them to go and not have that many double faults. And, thanks to my friend C, my ground strokes have improved. He's really a coach! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir (the one I'm part of) has been practicing for three days now and we've so far gone through three new songs. Not bad. I'm currently trying to memorize the first tiring piece. Alleluia. It's actually quite simple, notes-wise, but execution is a pain. I don't expect you to understand this but, there are a lot of connected notes and not that much room for breathing. For pieces like this, execution of the song would normally entail staggered breathing which would mean for say the tenor section composed of 5 singers, each would breath at certain parts of the song such that a long note would not sound as if it was abnormally cut. Staggered breathing is easy to do if you have more than one singer in a section but in our case, there will be a section that would have just one singer. Hahahaha. Wish us luck. UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110731502751808155?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110731502751808155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110731502751808155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110731502751808155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110731502751808155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/02/juicy.html' title='Juicy?'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110663477224347804</id><published>2005-01-25T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:32:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted</title><content type='html'>Another cybersex gone bad episode... I love this site. hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funwithsex.org"&gt;http://www.funwithsex.org&lt;/a&gt; This time it's for those Magic the Gathering fans or other card game fanatics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was having cybersex the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good I guess. Here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight? &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Aight. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Me too baby. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Hey... &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid. &lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of shit. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now. &lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Baby? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110663477224347804?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110663477224347804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110663477224347804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110663477224347804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110663477224347804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110655411226157717</id><published>2005-01-24T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T16:09:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cybersex ....gone bad!! (HARRRR) </title><content type='html'>c/o &lt;a href="http://www.funwithsex.org/"&gt;http://www.funwithsex.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://mecurialenergy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kimberly's blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Hi&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: hello&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: just a someone?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: A someone I know?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: nope&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then why the hell are you bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: well sorrrrrry&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I just wanted to chat with you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: nevermind your an jerk&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hey wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: yes?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: look I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: yes&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: of what?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: me?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: No. I'm in hiding.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: LOL&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Don't fucking laugh at me!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: This shit is serious!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: What are you hiding from?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The cops.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: gimme a fucking break&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The cops are after me.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: For what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'm wanted in three states&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: For???&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: It's kindof embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I had sex with a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You are fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Send me your picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: why?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: so I know you aren't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: One of what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The cops.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm not a cop i told you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then send me your picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: hold on&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: fuck you, cop!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Hey sorry&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I had to do something for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: When really you were notifying the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Weren't you!?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: thats not it&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then what?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I don't want to send you the picture cause I'm not pretty&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Most cops aren't&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: IM NOT A FUCKING COP YOU DICKSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then send me the picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: fine. What's your e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Just send it through here.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: alright *PIC*&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hold on. I'm looking.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: That was me back in may&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I've lost weight since then.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I hope so&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: what?!?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: that hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Did it?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Yes. I'm not that much smaller than that now.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: yes&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Alright let me find it.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: kk&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Okay here it is. *PIC*&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: this isn't you.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'll be damned if it ain't!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You don't look like that.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: How the hell do you know?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: cause your profile has another picture.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The profile pic is a fake.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I use it to hide from the cops.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy....&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Not to mention all the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I was going to until I saw that picture&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Now my unit won't get hard for a week.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I shouldn't have sent you that picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You've done nothing but slam me.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn't hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I thought you were bullcrapping me!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I can't believe that cops are after you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I can't believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: FUCK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You'd break both of his legs.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You're a fucking wanker!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I've been teased my whole life because of my weight&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: and you make fun of me when you don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: No you aren't&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You're right. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: HAARRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Aww. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm putting you on ignore&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Wait a sec&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: We got off on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Wanna start over?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: No&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'll eat your kitty&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You'll what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You heard me.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I said I'd eat your kitty.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I thought you said you couldn't get it hard after seeing my picture&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do I need a hard-on to eat your kitty?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'd like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Well I'm not like most men.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I get excited in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do you really wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You have to tell me yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm afraid to&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: cause&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: cause why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: well lets see&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: doesn't that seem strange to you?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Nope&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: well its strange to me&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Fine. I won't do it if you don't want me to&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I didn't say that&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: So is that a yes?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Are you willing?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: What do you need me to do?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I need you talk like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: ???&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: ok?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You can't be serious&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Oh yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: It's my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: this is retarded&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do you want it or not?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Yes I want it.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then you'll do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: sure&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I run my tounge up and down your smooth cunt.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: mmmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: uh oh ...going limp.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Har&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You gotta do better than that!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Your picture was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: mmmmmm you are good&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I feel your thighs tighten as I fuck harder&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: going limp&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: HARRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You begin to sway back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: going limp&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: this is stupid&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: ...still limp&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do it!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I turn you around to lick your asshole.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: WTF?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: They stink really bad.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: OMG STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I tear off your wooden peg leg.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I ram it up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: YOURE A FUCKING PYSCHO!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: And turn you into a fucking candy apple...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I kick you in the face!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: FUCK YOU DICKHEAD!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Your parrot flys away.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: ...going limp again.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Say it!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: HAARRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110655411226157717?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110655411226157717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110655411226157717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110655411226157717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110655411226157717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/cybersex-gone-bad-harrrr.html' title='Cybersex ....gone bad!! (HARRRR) '/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110627400519134015</id><published>2005-01-21T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:10:49.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Myself</title><content type='html'>I got the following questions from a really cool blog - &lt;a href="http://thelivingsoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;My So-Called Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the personality of your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tad organized but also mostly old stuff. Nasty looking hangers. Plastic. Carson would kill me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you organize (or try to organize) your closet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the t-shirts are neatly folded and go in shelves by category. Whites, dark colored and light colored. Underwear is the same. Socks are on a drawer. I hang my other shirts (i.e. button-down shirts, knitted shirts) ordered  by color using the R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. classification. I also hang my pants grouped into jeans, chinos, and slacks. Ties are hanged on a special hanger as well as my belts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you take extra care of your clothes and other belongings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I could, I'd re-organize my closet just to let my clothes breathe more. On a daily basis, I try to open up my closet at night so they won't smell nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How often do you clean out your closet? Do you throw anything away? Give to charity? Sell at a garage sale?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filter my wardrobe every year. I give out to charity the ones I would no longer need or sometimes, my dad would just scavange my stuff from me, especially those that (for some reason) shrunk from constant use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you do have cedar or moth balls, fragranced sachets or paper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the oldest thing you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, hmmm, my Bally Oronis pair which I bought in Rome in 1999 same with another Bally pair I bought in Vienna during the same year. I had a Bally phase. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any sentimental items...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leather pants. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most extravagant and the cheapest thrill...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't really expensive but for what it was I think it's pricey. I got a Coach leather Palm Pilot case for friggin $100. And now, I don't even use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapest thrill. Got me a kick ass pair of tan Italian half boots for $30 but of course, THE cheapest thing I ever bought (well my dad got it for me) were rubber thongs (slippers) for a dollar! They were gray-black, and I just needed one so badly. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst buy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep, these black jeans from Landmark that were 300 peson. I needed one that week for photoshoot but the photographers opted for khakis instead. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something you love but have never worn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say haven't worn in a LOOOOONG time. This pinkish-purple short sleeved, button-down shirt from Cuan Hanly in Dublin. I loved that shirt until people started telling me it look like a blouse. I think I'll probably wear it again when my arms can fill out the sleeves. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose closet do you envy, or want to have, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a girl's closet but I'd love to have the guy version of it. Carrie Bradshaw's closet is to die for. Also, the shoe cabinet of Karen Walker! Hahahaha. I mean I have footwear (hmmm... 35 all in all) but man, that bitch has got a shoe cabinet to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, your professional tips on how to build a good wardrobe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always get at least one really classic piece and don't mind the cost. Trust me, it's worth it. Do the purchases at most every month, or at least every quarter. Don't go purchasing stuff by season. If you must, get cheaper alternatives. If you like something you saw in a magazine, take note of the look and the minor details and get something cheaper from a department store or a bazaar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, invest in shoes! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110627400519134015?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110627400519134015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110627400519134015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110627400519134015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110627400519134015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/interview-with-myself.html' title='Interview with Myself'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110595024404624552</id><published>2005-01-17T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T16:24:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A la STARTALK.... The year that was...</title><content type='html'>This I got from &lt;a href="http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Felipe's&lt;/a&gt; blog who in turn got it from a friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Become part of ABS-CBN's talent search, "Star in a Million"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I made one last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;Not that close but yes. May you be in peace Miggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;U.S. (work), Thailand (Bangkok for vacation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Abs, chest, and arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;May 15, 2004... live via satellite from ABS CBN Studio 2, the May batch of "Star in a Million"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Being part of "Star in a Million" (ain't it obvious how much I treasure that experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Not having moved on to the second week for the May competitions of SIAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;None that I could remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;My shirts from Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;My dad, for being just super last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behaviour appalled you and made you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;My mom... she's really going psycho because of that Opus Dei thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... do I really have to answer this? Clothes and shoes (in general)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;... I'm a Star in a Million... I'm the best among the best... I'm the winner, I'm the champion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? sadder&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? thinner&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? way poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Out of town or country trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Not applicable. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;I'm already in-love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;None... hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What were the best books or comics you read?&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic series, Angels and Demons, Da Vinci Code, and Lexy, Nance &amp; Argus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Payne hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and got?&lt;br /&gt;Fame. hahahahaha (how vain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;Digital camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite film of the year?&lt;br /&gt;The Legend of Suriyothai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;Partied... 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;Not having lost my XDA II phone...huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Everything just had to be fab and clean but with some edge to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;My "sistahs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;BRENT JAVIER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;None... honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Anna Hizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Phillip and Karlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;When one knows one's value is the only time one knows what he deserves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;"I can see it in the stars across the skies... dreamt a hundred thousand years before now I finally realize. You see I've waited all my life for this moment to arise. Finally, I believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110595024404624552?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110595024404624552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110595024404624552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110595024404624552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110595024404624552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/la-startalk-year-that-was.html' title='A la STARTALK.... The year that was...'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110592294857497090</id><published>2005-01-17T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T08:49:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Life</title><content type='html'>Being 26 year old gay man in Manila is no walk in the park but having friends from all walks of life gave me so much enriching experiences and I don't think I'd want to go back. There's no other way but up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year's coming along with a rocky start. Casualties abroad, friends planning (and actualizing) "migration" to greener pastuers, countless credit card bills, good hair days, better skin, and fab purchases. God, how shallow of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that not a lot of excitement is actually happening in my life. After that tremendous 2004, comes a ho-hum 2005. Well, maybe, that just might change any second. I also have goals this year I just don't know what they are. I'm kidding. This just might be a good time to lay them out so I won't forget them. Maybe even have a portion on my side nav bar to monitor my progress. Hahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A: Pay fucking bills!!!&lt;br /&gt;- AMEX - 15K&lt;br /&gt;- HSBC - 20K&lt;br /&gt;- AIG   - 30K&lt;br /&gt;- CITIBANK - uhm... hmmm... 60K?&lt;br /&gt;- Globe - 10K&lt;br /&gt;- my mom - 8K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that equals... hmmm... lemme add that again... HOLY FUCK!!! Is this for real?!?!?!?! How did that happen? OK, I don't even want to post the sum of my credit. I'm sure people would have an easy time adding that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B: Find sources of income... yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;- Sell flight miles. I still have 70K miles from Northwest. Maybe someone who's interested in a cheaper round trip ticket fare to anywhere in the world might be interested. Hehehe. Just give me a holler&lt;br /&gt;- Sell stocks. I know I still have them somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;- Find hidden bank book kept when you started working and never touched for 6 years. After turning entire room inside out, you'll realize, you never did have a bank book hidden and that was just a previous "plan" that never materialized.&lt;br /&gt;- Beg. Uhm not an option. &lt;br /&gt;- Sell clothes. Hmmm... not an option&lt;br /&gt;- Do gigs. Now that's an option. I'll do more gigs with friends when opportunities arise.&lt;br /&gt;- Get gigs for my friends and get commission. Not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan C: Save up for (near) future. This translates to I wanna go to Boracay by summer this year. Oh no, I forgot my pledge to never go back to that amazing island until I lose my nasty looking gut. Therefore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan D: Lose gut. Gym four times a week. (The possibility of this happening... 0 to none) Ok ok... three times a week. That's more feasible, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a headache right about now. I'll just lie my head down my table and relax my eyes. Man that was tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110592294857497090?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110592294857497090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110592294857497090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110592294857497090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110592294857497090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-recent-life.html' title='My Recent Life'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110569205282308224</id><published>2005-01-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T08:58:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair too.. hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Removed the pic as I thought it seemed too vain of me to post huge ass pics of me on my own page. As if it wasn't enough for me having to look at my face every single day. Just click on the link below if you wanna look at the pic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/3344155/"&gt;New Hair&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/3344272/"&gt;New Hair too.. hehehe&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;different angle.. I think. hahahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110569205282308224?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110569205282308224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110569205282308224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110569205282308224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110569205282308224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-hair-too-hehehe.html' title='New Hair too.. hehehe'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110533931333977787</id><published>2005-01-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T15:07:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Jaguar (blog entry a.k.a. how to fit clothes)</title><content type='html'>I am posting after being inspired by my boyfriend's &lt;a href="http://jaguarlord.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_jaguarlord_archive.html"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet up with friends for a trip to the mall I totally enjoy it. I love getting people to try on new things they either don't know how to try on or don't know if they can even pull it off. In exempli... I was asked by my baby to shop with him as he needed a new pair of jeans. I know that these days jeans can be horribly expensive so we go to the brands that are quite nice and very affordable. I took him first to Human where they have decent jean designs. Nothing. I was shocked. Hahaha. The reason? My baby's too blessed since he's got a 29" waist. Talk about GIFTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go to BENCH (Human's mother company). Bench is to Human as GAP is to Old Navy. Capiche? Capiche. So, I have been to BENCH with other friends to try on jeans and they have a decent line of denims. Got several low rise pairs and let my baby try them on. Off to button down shirts, belts, and shoes. Got a few pieces for him to try as well. THIS IS WHAT I DO. Get an entire ensembles so that the shopper gets the full effect of the item they're buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I really love to be a personal shopper. :) I got my baby to buy the nicely grained low rise denims (blue with a nice wash to it) for 700 pesos ($13). I want to make this into a money making career. You know, be the personal shopper to a few &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Business" target="_blank"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt; and entertainment personalities. :) I wanna be like Pat Field. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, I wanna go try those Viktor Jeans by Ino Caluza. They're supposed to be custom made jeans by this tailor here in the Philippines. Also those Brian Tenorio shoes. UGH!!! So many "wants". Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110533931333977787?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110533931333977787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110533931333977787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110533931333977787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110533931333977787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-cute-jaguar-blog-entry-aka-how-to.html' title='My Cute Jaguar (blog entry a.k.a. how to fit clothes)'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110482426687158733</id><published>2005-01-04T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:37:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is weird</title><content type='html'>I hate this new year. I have told a few friends that I'm scared of this new year. It will be too much for me and I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. It's starting the way I know it would start. Too many departures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be me, really. My best"est" girl friends in recent years are moving on and it has been crushing my heart. I won't admit it but they are that special to me. I know things won't be different but they won't improve either. Distance can do things and I'm not being pessimistic about it. People change, even the best of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it moving to a different province or a different continent, distance sucks. I feel that friendship isn't like a person2person relationship where you can call it quits so you can move on with each other's lives. I can't tell these friends of mine to "break up" with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever they get to read this, I want both of them to know that I love them very much and that I wish them all the best things life will offer them. I want them to know that having them in my life has been such a blessing and that I hope and pray that we'll be soulmates forever. *cue It's Time To Let You Go (My Best Friend's Wedding)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110482426687158733?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110482426687158733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110482426687158733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110482426687158733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110482426687158733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-weird.html' title='Life is weird'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110472543377215661</id><published>2005-01-03T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:40:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;I got a call from a friend earlier last week saying something about dinner on the 29th to celebrate the year that was. Something about reservations and all that stuff but then I heard the magic name, ANTONIO'S... I had to say YES to this invite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;You see, I've heard of this famous restaurant that's quietly nestled in the hills of Tagaytay City. I simply couldn't resist actually eating there (even when I already knew I'd be in for a major food expense).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;The co-worker friends and I drove off to Tagaytay City in the afternoon to catch our 5:30PM reservations. To our surprise, the gates were closed and the sign saying "CLOSE" (funny they use that instead of the correct term "CLOSED"). We thought they'd actually closed the place for some reason or another but after ten minutes, the gates opened. We later found out that they really are quite strict with the reservations since they had to ask us who we were and under whose name our reservations were under while we were still in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;Entering the compound was already intriguing enough as we drove through a pebble stoned driveway and then met by this quaint facade with matching mini pond or fountain. We were greeted by a charming lady clad in a chambermaid outfit. All too reminiscent of the Visayan aristocratic heritage I am familiar with since I was a kid during summers in Cebu. Anyway, we were asked where we would like to be seated and while walking along the halls of the huge structure of a house, I couldn't help but be in awe of how elaborate the setting was. Can I say ULTRAFAB! We chose a table that could seat our party of 6 and have a nice view of the sprawling garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;We then got a bottle of Australian Shiraz (due to my fondness of this type of wine) and they had one from a good year too. Coupling it with a flavorful dish of Portabello Mushrooms for starters was just fantastic. We were just enjoying conversations while waiting for the rest of the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;It was a surprise to use when the owner of the resto approached us giving a brief of his specialties for the day which included the fresh oysters imported from the Visayas and the Duck Liver that would go well with the salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;I went through the menu and would get lost in some of the unfamiliar words that I'd text a friend I know who'd be more knowledgeable what a Doversole would be. I ended up ordering the Barbecued Beef Ribs with carmelized onions  and a serving of mashed potatoes. While waiting for the food we remember ordering baked oysters that simply tasted divine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;Stupid us didn't realize that a salad, soup and dessert came with the main entree so we were relieved that we won't be spending more. We had our meals served by our very own waiter, Larry. We'd tease him sometimes that we shouldn't be hassling him for the next course immediately after eating the course prior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;Finishing the whole meal with a nice flourless chocolate cake (as recommended by Antonio a.k.a. Tonyboy himself) and coffee. YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;All I could say after that food trip is, just like amazing sex, I WANT SOME MORE!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2857199/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" height="309" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2857199_36e8393296.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2857196/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" height="315" alt="" src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2857196_0ee9291d23.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2857202/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" height="315" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2857202_aee32f404b.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/m/2e4ee/" target="_blank"&gt;syllybabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110472543377215661?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110472543377215661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110472543377215661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110472543377215661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110472543377215661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2005/01/antonios-day.html' title='Antonio&apos;s Day'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110326469371701071</id><published>2004-12-17T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:27:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Tasia's got a CD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2273572/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2273572_f898404b01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2273572/"&gt;Tasia&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22961115@N00/"&gt;bocceli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasiabarrinoonline.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.fantasiabarrinoonline.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;Yee haw!! The CD I've been waiting for. Finally, Fantasia Barrino has a CD and it's fantastic. I got to hear a few tracks and true enough, she's just amazing. Great performer and a one of a kind voice. The next Aretha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110326469371701071?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110326469371701071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110326469371701071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110326469371701071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110326469371701071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/miss-tasias-got-cd.html' title='Miss Tasia&apos;s got a CD!!'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110293557376023092</id><published>2004-12-13T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:48:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Grand Palace grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2164361/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/2164361_856b9e1e00.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/2164361/"&gt;At the Grand Palace grounds&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22961115@N00/"&gt;bocceli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;Asked Nallie to take some pictures so at least I can really say I was in Bangkok. I had to do this touristy thing in Bangkok for the experience so I spent like half an hour touring the Grand Palace and another half an hour going to Wat Po (the Reclining Buddha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110293557376023092?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110293557376023092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110293557376023092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110293557376023092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110293557376023092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-grand-palace-grounds.html' title='At the Grand Palace grounds'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110251314162878054</id><published>2004-12-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:42:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nallie &amp; I at an Irish Bar in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/1964719/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1964719_a34c0ab46f.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/1964719/"&gt;Nallie &amp;amp; I at an Irish Bar in Bangkok&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22961115@N00/"&gt;bocceli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;Of all the places I can think of, Bangkok never really came to me when I started craving for a pint of Guinness. Thank God for Irish migrants, I got a taste of one of my fave beers in the world. Yummy!!! :) I want a few more pints please. Hahaha. (and no, I ain't drunk)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110251314162878054?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110251314162878054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110251314162878054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110251314162878054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110251314162878054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/nallie-i-at-irish-bar-in-bangkok.html' title='Nallie &amp; I at an Irish Bar in Bangkok'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110249372850444377</id><published>2004-12-08T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T16:15:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bangkok trip pictures</title><content type='html'>Finally found time to upload the pictures I took during my trip to Bangkok. They can be viewed by clicking this &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/chiuman/bangkok/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110249372850444377?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110249372850444377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110249372850444377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110249372850444377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110249372850444377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/bangkok-trip-pictures.html' title='The Bangkok trip pictures'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110232696840506182</id><published>2004-12-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:56:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bangkok? Wat Po (what for?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/1964718/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1964718_f89dfccf8d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/1964718/"&gt;MeAtWatPo&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22961115@N00/"&gt;bocceli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	To see various sights and feel the vibe of this incredible city. Behind me are temples at the Wat Po compound. Wat Po is the temple for the Reclining Buddha. This 40+ meter long Buddha is one of the longest in the world. Will post pics of it soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110232696840506182?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110232696840506182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110232696840506182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110232696840506182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110232696840506182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-bangkok-wat-po-what-for.html' title='In Bangkok? Wat Po (what for?)'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110226283781068055</id><published>2004-12-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:07:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/640/Apartment1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/320/Apartment1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the place I stayed in looked like. My friend owns this serviced apartment so he let me use the place. Don't you just love the classic use of warm tones and dark wood. Close to Zen actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110226283781068055?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110226283781068055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110226283781068055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110226283781068055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110226283781068055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/heres-what-place-i-stayed-in-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110226256216151695</id><published>2004-12-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:02:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/640/Macky%26Me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/320/Macky%26Me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine who lives in Bangkok now. We just finished gobbling on Thai cuisine. Amazingly cheap. $15 for 3 people and that includes dessert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110226256216151695?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110226256216151695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110226256216151695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110226256216151695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110226256216151695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/friend-of-mine-who-lives-in-bangkok-now.html' title=''/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110226229522347550</id><published>2004-12-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:58:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/640/BangkokTemple.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/320/BangkokTemple.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about the temples in Bangkok is their grandiosity and ornateness. I love how "gold" this structure is. Simply fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110226229522347550?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110226229522347550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110226229522347550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110226229522347550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110226229522347550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-i-love-about-temples-in-bangkok-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110203959109380577</id><published>2004-12-03T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T10:06:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UCC Lunch in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/1872473/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1872473_fa47648104.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22961115@N00/1872473/"&gt;Siam Center Mall&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/22961115@N00/"&gt;bocceli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Took this photo with my phone while waiting for my pasta from UCC at the Siam Center Mall. I was alone as you can see. I kinda liked the fact that I was able to go around the major part of the city by myself most of the time. It did have an effect on my phone bill since I'd normally call friends back in Manila to tell them of something I just saw that interested me, or if I saw some cute guy. Hahaha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110203959109380577?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110203959109380577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110203959109380577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110203959109380577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110203959109380577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/ucc-lunch-in-bangkok.html' title='UCC Lunch in Bangkok'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110189828510800057</id><published>2004-12-01T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:51:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/640/Image031.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/188/960/320/Image031.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nallie eating this amazingly hot dish at a bar in Khao San in Bangkok. I was having a rather large bottle of Singha Beer... yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110189828510800057?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110189828510800057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110189828510800057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110189828510800057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110189828510800057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/nallie-eating-this-amazingly-hot-dish.html' title=''/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110188490873487701</id><published>2004-12-01T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:08:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mediterranean 600 ft above sea level</title><content type='html'>One of the highlights of my trip was going to this bar called Sirocco. Let's just say the pictures will speak for the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/bocceli/Sirocco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/bocceli/Sirocco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.thedomebkk.com/sirocco/sirocco_home.htm"&gt;The Dome At The State Tower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110188490873487701?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110188490873487701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110188490873487701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110188490873487701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110188490873487701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/mediterranean-600-ft-above-sea-level.html' title='The Mediterranean 600 ft above sea level'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110188384044782429</id><published>2004-12-01T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:50:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being back</title><content type='html'>After almost a week away from Manila, I'm now back. Not really sure I'm liking it. Ain't that weird. :) I'll write several articles about that trip soon with pics included. Watch out for that. I'm just waiting for them now so I can recount my trip. Thanks to all the well wishers. Over-all, I really had loads of fun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110188384044782429?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110188384044782429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110188384044782429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110188384044782429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110188384044782429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/12/being-back.html' title='Being back'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472771.post-110130982535091522</id><published>2004-11-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:23:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the land of Golden Pagodas</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Bangkok tomorrow. Wish me a great time y'all. See yah in a few days baby. I love yah! MWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472771-110130982535091522?l=bocceli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/feeds/110130982535091522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3472771&amp;postID=110130982535091522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110130982535091522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3472771/posts/default/110130982535091522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocceli.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-land-of-golden-pagodas.html' title='To the land of Golden Pagodas'/><author><name>bocceli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02572926705189415952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z51z6Z8s5Qo/TQmBGG_v9pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PsGL4j0eeFU/S220/MeAndWine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
