<?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-14395460</id><updated>2011-12-15T03:08:41.417Z</updated><title type='text'>amplified breathing</title><subtitle type='html'>hear the random musings of my soul...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-114415682428039131</id><published>2006-04-04T12:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:50:40.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Bit by bit I die everyday...</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having these waves of depression hitting me really hard for a lot of reasons. Life indeed has a way of teaching you things you never even want to learn... and yes, people you don't even want to have to deal with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a fighter, but I have also known deep down inside I will break someday soon. I guess I am nearing this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound so morbid, but I can almost feel the peace and that "irresistible lightness of being" that emanates from the white ray of light beckoning me to move forward and leave by body behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get hitched to my next destination, let me leave you a piece of my heart and what it beats for every single day.  No matter how small or insignificant this may be to you, I want you to know that I LOVE YOU. I do not have any riches to offer. I only have LOVE to give. Especially for the people who are closest to my heart: hunee, my family, my nieces &amp; nephews, and people who are really my friends through and through. I hope you will take my love with you wherever you go, wherever I may be... even when I no longer exist in this plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who have caused me this much pain: REJOICE! You have succeeded in your conquest. Congratulations! You have just made someone's life a miserable, living hell. I salute you for taking it one step further. You are truly blessed. and may you have countless more blessings your way until the angel of death will come fetch me, then you too will have experienced the kind of happiness you have always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-114415682428039131?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/114415682428039131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=114415682428039131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114415682428039131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114415682428039131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/04/bit-by-bit-i-die-everyday.html' title='Bit by bit I die everyday...'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-114379761021503118</id><published>2006-03-31T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:46:43.733Z</updated><title type='text'>HCC Delivers - April Week 1 and 2 Menu</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you've heard of this but it should save you a few bucks. Personally, I think this is the coolest and newest thing there is about working in Makati. If you don't get paid as much as your directors and managers and you want to stash away a few bucks for your own piece of property or a new camera or even a new car or cellphone or have enough money to splurge on your travels, think about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal fast food meal nowadays would cost you Php100.00/meal x 2 meals (if you're really saving up for that grand car and would rather skip breakfast) that totals Php200.00 at the very least. With &lt;a href="http://lunch.box.com.ph"&gt;HCC&lt;/a&gt;, you only pay Php45.00/meal x 2 = Php 90.00 per day! And not just that, &lt;a href="http://lunch.box.com.ph"&gt;HCC&lt;/a&gt; has ZERO minimum for orders (aaah, I should get a free meal for this plug!). So even if you're the only one left in the office, you don't need to worry about ordering more. &lt;a href="http://lunch.box.com.ph"&gt;HCC delivers &lt;/a&gt;even if you need just a single lunchbox for yourself! Think about cashflow 101 and a healthier lifestyle... no need to line up at the cafeteria at lunch, no need to get wet under the rain... your meals just arrive to you, without having to place an order on a daily basis... and the best part of it all... you can order online - just send an email to &lt;a href="mailto:lunch@box.com.ph"&gt;lunch@box.com.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about smart alternatives! As their mantra says &lt;a href="http://lunch.box.com.ph"&gt;"Good Food DOESN'T have to be expensive!!!"&lt;/a&gt; Too good to be true?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here check out a copy of &lt;a href="http://lunch.box.com.ph"&gt;HCC Delivers! menu for April&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also download a copy of this at their website... &lt;a href="http://lunch.box.com.ph"&gt;HCC Delivers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/39/120335620_d059745003_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/39/120335620_d059745003_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/120335620_d059745003_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-114379761021503118?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/114379761021503118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=114379761021503118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114379761021503118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114379761021503118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/03/hcc-delivers-april-week-1-and-2-menu.html' title='HCC Delivers - April Week 1 and 2 Menu'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-114079147385954773</id><published>2006-02-24T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:43:12.760Z</updated><title type='text'>In a State of Emergency</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I've heard this uttered so many times by our president, I am starting to feel apathetic about this whole thing.  But seeing the massive amount of people walking towards Paseo this afternoon made me think twice about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smack right in the middle of Ayala, just about to cross to the other side of the street, when Cory and her allies marched towards the Ninoy Aquino monument in Paseo de Roxas. My first instinct was, should I stay for a while and say a prayer with them? The rational side of my brain told me not to. It was just too risky and besides I had some business to do somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking away from the crowd, I felt sorry I didn't have my camera with me. Damn! It's one of those days when you feel you're the most unlucky person in the world. I should have known to bring it with me today... I knew fully well I was to witness this rally... we have been forewarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...sometimes shit happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-114079147385954773?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/114079147385954773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=114079147385954773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114079147385954773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114079147385954773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-state-of-emergency.html' title='In a State of Emergency'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-114052590491359437</id><published>2006-02-21T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:45:04.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Leyte and Philippine Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday, it was Ormoc. Now, it is Leyte. Tomorrow, where will tragedy strike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was just watching the footage of Leyte's St. Bernard 2 days before it was stricken with the tragedy that we as a nation, are now facing. Lush green vegetation covered an entire area that has now become a pile of mud with dead bodies buried six feet under.  How could we have allowed this to happen to our lands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We have seen this happen before. We have long recognized the fact that we have been unprepared to face a number of calamities. But what have we done about it?  In the greater scheme of things, it is not always how we react to certain situations that happen, but it is on what we have done before things could happen.  A lot of things, a lot of deaths could have been prevented.  Proactive.  We all know what that means. We all know what that takes. But almost always, we all know we are too busy to help other people save their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Leyte - we knew it was going to happen. It would probably take some time and an extremely huge amount of rainfall to make this mudslide happen...but it COULD happen. And it DID HAPPEN.  The likelihood of it happening was probably at 50%.  Risk? Probably.  What was the mitigation plan? What was the contigency plan? NONE. ZERO. NIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why? Only 1/3 of that land is populated. How many votes does that translate to? Only a few.  So there my friends is your answer.  Where the votes count, the money goes. That is the spirit of Philippine politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pardon my sarcasm but truly, I am equally amazed and annoyed about the state of our nation. First, we have taxpayers who DO NOT enjoy the benefits of their taxes, as much as the masses and non-taxpayers do.  Second, we have a government who is tolerating squatters and people who are sucking out the funds coming from the taxes of hardworking people, in exchange for VOTES.  Third, we have people pointing fingers in the face of tragedy.  Fourth, we have athletes who make money just a little bit above the minimum wage.  Fifth, we have engineering works that are not coordinated leaving roads drilled, closed, drilled closed, drilled, closed all year long.  And lastly, we have substandard roads in our central business districts where most of the taxes are filed and paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Indeed. Only in the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But despite all that, I love being a Filipino. Today, I hope this will be the last tragedy we will allow to devastate our lands.  Tommorow, I pray that we will continue to rise up to the challenge and make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-114052590491359437?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/114052590491359437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=114052590491359437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114052590491359437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/114052590491359437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/02/leyte-and-philippine-politics.html' title='Leyte and Philippine Politics'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113988605161696556</id><published>2006-02-14T02:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:00:51.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart's Day!</title><content type='html'>Love is in the air...flowers and chocolates everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cars are in the street... TRAFFIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113988605161696556?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113988605161696556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113988605161696556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113988605161696556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113988605161696556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='Happy Heart&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113966836608459141</id><published>2006-02-11T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:58:05.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Painting shelves ain't no easy job</title><content type='html'>I hired a cleaning lady to help me do some general cleaning in my condo yesterday.  While helping her move stuff around the kitchen, I couldn't stand the stench coming from the side where the stockroom is located.  It smelled of moist boxes that have not dried up for quite sometime and for lack of a proper exhause in that area, the stench seems to be stuck within its walls.  You know how it's like with stock room... as you stay longer in one place, more stuff gets added and then it gets filled up with unnecessary garbage that may not be totally rotten, but somehow useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I hired a carpenter to tear down the wall separating the kitchen and the stockroom. In a way, I liked it because it meant extending my kitchen a little bit more, giving me more space for my new kitchen gadgets and some more space to use with other culinary equipment that are yet to come.  Since the wood are still pretty much useful, I decided to have him create some shelves and other stuff that I can use to showcase my DVDs! Ha! That's what you call recycling! I just love it!!! whoever coined that term - I saved more than 2k bucks on shelves and other useful stuff that were made out of the now defunct stockroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get things moving a little quicker, I decided to help out with the painting. I've always been amazed with paint and rollers everytime I go to my dad's construction site when I was a kid.  Seeing the paint and roller that the carpenter/handyman had with him, I asked if I could help him paint the shelves he just crafted for my DVDs.  A realization came over me today as I was doing it - Painting shelves ain't no easy job after all. But the smell of paint was quite addicting in a way - it reminded me of HOME! Now I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic - I miss my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...i'm off to give him a quick call! til my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113966836608459141?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113966836608459141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113966836608459141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113966836608459141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113966836608459141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/02/painting-shelves-aint-no-easy-job.html' title='Painting shelves ain&apos;t no easy job'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113898328918479977</id><published>2006-02-03T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:32:28.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Ortigas at its finest... and sadly ugliest face at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was not my typical workday. First off, it was my first time to report to Ortigas. I had to take some sort of training to get this prestigious access to our SAP boxes, which I'm really not sure I will be using. Anyway, it was really cool - the office I mean. And its proximity to Megamall and Shangri-la Mall was just great! I feel so lucky I don't have to go there everyday or else I would end up empty-handed midway through the month out of shopping! (Boy, do I love to shop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was my first time to experience working in Ortigas since the 4 years I have been working here in Manila and it was really great! I enjoyed the night, especially talking to my friend Ria over dinner about all things bright and beautiful...about how life has been really good to us... and how we dream of being able to reach that loftier plane of existence in all aspects - spiritual, mental and physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After coaching ourselves and planning our short and long term goals, we decided to stop by Toby's to check out nice exercise equipment. I kind of like the boxing bag - I've always wanted to have one in my own home and now that I have pretty much a huge enough place to have a mini gym at home, I think I can finally get my own punching bag and...maybe throw in a stationary bike with that..if someone would give that to me for free, I won't dare say no! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, so much for my goals. I did a little window shopping here and there, checked out Clarity - this is a step towards the fulfillment of my goal to undergo microdermabrasion in the next few weeks. I'm still not decided (I still have unfounded fears on the procedure) but their rates were relatively ok compared to the popular C and B group... so I just might go there for my treatment - although I'm pretty much willing to give B a shot (despite being outrageously expensive!) if and only if I get the guarantee that my scars are really going to go away. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really nice malling in Shang. Shopping and of course - finishing up my steak! hahahaha! I felt so at home. Its one of the malls I really love going to, although there's rarely something that I can afford to buy... which, in hindsight, is a good thing that way I get to keep my purse tucked away! hehehhe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way home though it was a different story. Everything I saw at the Shang, people having wine and dressed so fashionably, wearing all these glittery accessories and jewelry...reality bit me on my way home. Snuck right at the back of the prestigious Shangrila Mall, along Shaw blvd and under the flyover was the complete opposite of what I saw... there were a dozen or two kids between 3-19 years old(my guess), sniffing rugby and trying to do all these pranks in the street. It was really scary being inside the cab, stalled in terrible traffic and these guys (who are obviously high on drugs or something) flashing their asses at every passers by in that street. More than the fear though, pity came over me when I saw an infant, with the mother carrying him around, in the street, while she joins her troops of rugby sniffers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My pity turned to anger at how we can ignore these kids, sniffing rugby in the middle of a busy street, so blatantly showing to the public that they're invincible... What kind of future do we expect from these young people? How do we expect our country to rise up to these challenging times when we are cultivating the next generation of criminals? Sad sad reality. Sometimes, it really does sting a bit when reality bites you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113898328918479977?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113898328918479977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113898328918479977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113898328918479977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113898328918479977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/02/experiencing-ortigas-at-its-finest-and.html' title='Experiencing Ortigas at its finest... and sadly ugliest face at night'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113818630638689757</id><published>2006-01-25T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:51:46.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting Over a Breakup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, I didn't write this post for ME (I am happily attached and committed, thank you!).  I'm actually thinking about sending this to a very good friend, who is in this very situation at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have to admit, it is not easy coming out of a breakup. It's that one point in your life when you need all the friends you can find, all the happy times you can probably spend with them, just to get your mind off things.  Nothing can be as complicated as getting over the stage of emptiness, moving on and re-aligning your life back to singlehood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Of course, I am not speaking in a general sense because almost always, it's a different case for ever person.  For some people, coping with a loss of a significant person is like the end of the world; for some, it calls for a celebration of freedom; and yet  for most people, it is a painful three stage journey back into singlehood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the different stages, you might ask. Please don't quote me for this because these opinions are all my own and no psychological book was used to derive whatever is written in this blog. (DISCLAIMER: The writer is not in anyway responsible if you end your life after reading this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALIZATION &amp; ACCEPTANCE&lt;/strong&gt; is the first and probably the most difficult stage. It is at this point when one person has to swallow every bit of pride, regret and what ifs and see things from outside the emotional self. Easier said than done but once a person has seen the flaws and objectively qualified the situation, acceptance becomes easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVING ON&lt;/strong&gt; is the next stage after acceptance. Once a person has rid himself of all the attachments, anger, pain and regrets, he is able to move on with his life. With moving on, it is essential that one realizes the wealth of wisdom from the experience and learn to live, not by finding happiness thru his attachments, but by finding a connection directly to the source. I don't care if you call it Allah, Buddha, God, A Divine Being...for me it is all the same. In order to move on, one doesn't  need to find someone else to be with. One can only say for certain that he has moved on when he can be happy for the other person who has made his life miserable, whe he can stand on his own two feet.  The true test of moving on is to find happiness, not from your attachments, but from simply being happy, without any emotional baggages...that is pure bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINDING LOVE AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; You say it's a vicious cycle, I say it is the natural order of things. The ultimate proof that you have truly moved on and ready to embrace the next stage is when someone wills and puts himself, in love again... Regardless if it's a renewed commitment to God or in being able to love in the context of being in a relationship again...finding love again is not peanuts because after coming from a breakup, one tends to build a fortress around his heart, wary of being hurt again...but love moves in mysterious ways...and you can never say for certain when it will come along. When it hits you, it hits you real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no shortcut to coping with a breakup. Every road leads to each of the three stages,in a particular order. No changing courses, no cutting corners, no jumping straight into the last stage. After a breakup, you may find someone else to be with on the very next day, but u can never transfer your feelings just like that. If u truly loved the other person from ur past, it would take time for you to heal ur wounds and love again. You can only love truly, madly, deeply when you have passed the first 2 stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no formulaic way of looking at things but from a rationale point of view coupled with little heartaches and experiences here and there, this may just be the only way to gracefully say "Next, please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113818630638689757?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113818630638689757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113818630638689757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113818630638689757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113818630638689757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-over-breakup.html' title='Getting Over a Breakup'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113811768722225307</id><published>2006-01-24T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:19:07.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday was not my typical Monday. Yesterday was a special day because we were going to celebrate the birthays of 2 of my closest friends from college - Donna and Kaye. At 7PM sharp, I hit the streets of Makati heading straight to Rustan's to meet up with another good friend of mine - Ria. I was gonna buy me something expensive to splurge my 2.5K worth of gift cheque on (it is expiring very very soon) but couldn't find anything that I needed there, so we decided it wasn't a good day to shop. So we went off emptihanded and decided to get something kikay for the celebrants instead... While picking our gifts, I saw a nice powder brush that seems to work just right for me, so I got myself one too! (Arrgggh, I hate it when I buy things on impulse!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Armed with our nice kikay gifts, we went straight to greenbelt 3 where we met up with Donna...Waited a bit for Kaye to show up. It was really sad that kaye had to raincheck at the last minute but it must be something really urgent because they had to pull out of the parking lot to go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway, back to my story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dinner at the National Sports Grill, we talked about breakups, heartaches and winning a guy back. A hypothetical question came up: How worth it is it, to win someone back, when he is already courting someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times I had to replay the question over and over in my head, there remains only 2 sides to the coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1 is like an uphill climb. Yes, there is a potential for reconciliation but a very bleak hope for the future. If girl #1 would ask the guy to get back with her and the guy agrees to go back with her and drop the girl he's now courting, that would seem like the perfect romantic ending. But one person gets the butt of all heartaches, the girl the guy is now courting. Besides, getting back together is no guarantee that they will indeed have a happy relationship. Will you be happy together knowing that one person got hurt along the way? Or will it make you happy that the guy chose you over her, but you know deep in your heart he already fell for her? Ok, now I am sounding so cynical again, but sometimes, things like these are just meant not to last forever. What if they were just pushing it to far? But then again, what if it was really meant to be? Aaaah, the typical pinoy love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like any story, there is yet another possibility... and that would be for both of them to just move on with their lives. Personally, I think this will be the option that would work for me if I were in the same predicament... but that's only because I'm looking at the situation from the outside. If I'm part of the real deal, I wouldn't know what to do either. Throughout my discernment, I realized there will only love knows what the right choice is, if we follow our hearts and follow God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that no matter where our conversation led... It all came home to a niche - LOVE is God's gift to US... In so many ways, God sends us the message of His Love... LOVE in its purest and simplest sense..no complications whatsoever. In its truest form, LOVE defies reason or anything existential for that matter. It became obvious to me what God wanted to tell us - Love is letting go and letting God take over our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to start a debate here but for once in my life, I felt God speaking to me thru my closest friends last night, telling me how much He loves me. And I want to share this LOVE with everyone who happens by this blog. I may not be your super religious goody-two-shoes kind of girl, but I do pray and I do have a personal relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had this message from God... "God loves you, me, all of us....each one of his children. Wherever we stand in this lifetime, God wills it for us. His love for us is all-emcompassing, unconditional. Sometimes, in the most unfortunate situations in our life, God speaks to us, to send us His message of Love. When we have shut the doors on Him, God will always find a way into our hearts, and there is no escaping His love. Sometimes, when we feel like the whole world is conniving to hurt us and to crush our hearts and our sense of well-being, we often cry and whine about the things that could have been, or the what ifs that we've had to deal with... More often than not, it is simply because we have not opened our hearts wide enough to allow God's to fill our hearts with His love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put this in words because I also forget to coach myself sometimes and I need to be reminded ever so often that we don't need to experience adversities and pain or await being hurt in order to see clearly and feel the immensity of God's love because he offers it to us freely, no holds barred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be all preachy but I hope that through this humble post, God has made it into your hearts today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that every drop of tear that falls from our eyes, every pot of gold that goes into our bank accounts, every shred of fear that wraps our heart, and every ray of sunshine that we experience in this life, all these are manifestations of God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I would like to celebrate LOVE with a big hug and "thank you!" all the wonderful people in this world who have made me cry, made me laugh, made me strong, made me angry, made me love every moment of my life...&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113811768722225307?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113811768722225307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113811768722225307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113811768722225307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113811768722225307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-celebrate-love.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate LOVE'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113790784169110008</id><published>2006-01-22T05:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T05:36:58.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Total Knockout - Pacman wins in round 10!!!</title><content type='html'>Yahhhuuuu!!! Today marks another victory for Philippine Boxing as Manny "PACMAN" Pacquiao wins the Pacquiao-Morales rematch by simulataneously knocking down Erik "El Terrible" Morales on the 10th round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao started as the underdog at the start of the match with a 10-9, 9-10, 10-9, 10-9, 10-9 from rounds 1-5 with Morales on the lead, later reclaiming victory as he continued his play in the suceeding rounds with a series of combination punches that rendered Morales grasping for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10th round of the 12-round match, Pacquiao resumed his body and head attack that put Morales down for the first time in his whole career. Struggling to fight back, Morales attempted to rise up but Pacquiao attacked him again, sending him against the ropes for a 2nd knockout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacquiao was declared winner by TKO, by Referre Kenny Bayless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out full story on ESPN: &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/boxing/news/story?id=2300980"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/boxing/news/story?id=2300980&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113790784169110008?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113790784169110008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113790784169110008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113790784169110008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113790784169110008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/total-knockout-pacman-wins-in-round-10.html' title='Total Knockout - Pacman wins in round 10!!!'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113782604406236371</id><published>2006-01-21T05:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:55:56.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Let me share with you a secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm 26 as I type this post. Today, I woke up in a pensive mood. Opened my laptop and tried to plow back memories of small triumphs and painful heartaches I've had to endure along the way to see how far I've come along to where I am today. From where I sit now, I can say for certain I have not gone far enough and there's way a lot more to go, a lot more to work for, to take me where I want to be. Let me share with you a secret list that I have written a long time back (way back in High School).These are pieces of my dreams and where I want to see myself one day. The items on a different color are some of the things I have already achieved. This comes in no particular order and some of the things may no longer apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PLACES I WANT TO VISIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Boracay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cebu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Palawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Subic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baguio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Macau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;HongKong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amanpulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dubai, UAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nepal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cayman Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bahamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Louvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ocean Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Victoria Peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jumbo Floating Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Pantheon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Taj Mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Stonehenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Hanging Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Rice Terraces of Banawe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Parliament House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Westminster Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;See the London Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Dungeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Champs Elysees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Magic Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A real igloo and eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THINGS I WOULD LOVE TO DO ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ride a Gondola with the one I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lose Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Try Bungee Jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Meet a Pied Piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Try Parasailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Drive a Jetski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Learn to Drive a Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Learn to Drive a Bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Visit a Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ride a Banana Boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do Ice Skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Learn to rollerblade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Backpack across Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Splurge in Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;See a West End Play in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Go to a Rock Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ride a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sing in a big crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shop til I drop, without any worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Build a kite and fly it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Do a 5km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Do a 10km run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Win a tennis championship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ride the subway in New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go in an African Safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hike and climb a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Learn to change a tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Learn to rapel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Treat my parents to a nice vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Make a very significant contribution to my alma mater - Urios College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go into culinary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bake a real good chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Give a very memorable gift to my siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fall madly, deeply in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THINGS I WANT TO HAPPEN TO MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Be 101% Debt Free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have my own family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have my own kid(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Marry the man I love and who loves me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Become a successful nurse (This may no longer apply)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Earn an MBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go into Law School on my own money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have my own restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have my own pre-school or learning center for kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do non-IT jobs like resort receptions, tour guide, make up artist, stylist, chef or barista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Land on a magazine shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have an exhibit of my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have my own car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Build my own house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have a hell lot more to go before I can turn all these into blue but I know someday, my lucky break will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113782604406236371?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113782604406236371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113782604406236371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113782604406236371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113782604406236371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-me-share-with-you-secret.html' title='Let me share with you a secret'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113749179409790284</id><published>2006-01-17T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:56:34.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hit me baby one more time! No, the song has nothing to do with what I'm feeling right now... although I could really use some hugs and a little bit of lovin' ...and maybe a nice movie to watch!  I feel kind of crappy today. Damn it, I am sooooo bored!!!  Geeeez, what's up with Tuesdays?!? Is it just me waking up on the wrong side of the bed or is it really just one hell of a boring day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a massage last night. Nothing fancy. Just your dial a massage home service. Can't compare with the services at other famous spa and wellness centers in Makati. I wish I could find time and money to go to one soon. In a real hotel ambience...aaaaahhh i'm wishful thinking again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But really, I think I need some time off. I need to decompress! Just one weekend that's free of hassles, free from thinking numbers, free from doing errands, free of having to slave over the household chores... damn right, this is something I need real bad. A vacation made in heaven - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A weekend at the Westin and dinnner at the Jumbo Floating Restaurant would be nice (saw the post in Anton's blog)... and oh yes... Flowers and Chocolates... I love them both, like any spoiled brat like me would! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now that reminds me... Where has my chocolate cake gone?!? I've been craving for Margie's Kitchen's Cookie Monster for weeks now... but I never got any! Hmmmmpppptttt!  It's been days since I've been dying to have that moist chocolatey goodness of Cookie Monster melting in my mouth. Just the thought of it is killing me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113749179409790284?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113749179409790284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113749179409790284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113749179409790284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113749179409790284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113730032706286328</id><published>2006-01-15T04:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T04:45:27.086Z</updated><title type='text'>A weekend that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had 2 major activities this weekend, doing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://burningaholeinmypocket.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-2-hour-love-affair-with-jazz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;test drive of my soon-to-be car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and cooking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://accidentalchef.wordpress.com/2006/01/14/good-ol-semi-sweetspicy-moms-spaghetti/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rich meaty cheesy yummy spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; for dinner. Well, aside from watching Phil-Kor Invitational Tennis games at the Olivarez Tennis Club in Paranaque and nipping by the salon for a quick foot spa, manicure and pedicure :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All these, and just kicking back having a good time with &lt;a href="http://blog.box.com.ph"&gt;Hunee&lt;/a&gt;, at home, is probably one of those weekends that I love best. No malling these days - I gotta keep my finances in top shape, or else I will never turn my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/shooting-for-stars.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;top ten goals for 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113730032706286328?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113730032706286328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113730032706286328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113730032706286328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113730032706286328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-that-was.html' title='A weekend that was'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113694737903405971</id><published>2006-01-11T02:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:18:34.300Z</updated><title type='text'>My food blog</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom and a slight dose of insomnia, I finally created my very own food blog - with my first entry on Heaven and Eggs! :-) If you happen to have the luxury of time to do a blog-reading trip, please do visit &lt;a href="http://accidentalchef.wordpress.com"&gt;The Accidental Chef&lt;/a&gt;. I intend to update it regularly with my kitchen experiments and culinary adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113694737903405971?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113694737903405971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113694737903405971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113694737903405971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113694737903405971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-food-blog.html' title='My food blog'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113645850796914077</id><published>2006-01-05T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T10:55:07.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Shooting for the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have been contemplating on creating my very own food blog. Lori's food blog totally got me screwed on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dessertcomesfirst.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; and I have been going back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coldrock.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cold Rock Creamery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; for 2 nights in a row now (and I'm still craving for it up to this hour!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, so much for desserts, let me jot down 10 things that I hope to achieve before the end of 2006.  Really some of the things in my list may be shooting for the stars, but what the heck, I may just get them anyway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Get my own brand new car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Get the food business running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Buy our (me and my &lt;a href="http://blog.box.com.ph"&gt;hunee&lt;/a&gt;'s) first &lt;a href="http://site-ph.canon-asia.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=digitalcamera&amp;prod_type=eos350d"&gt;Digital SLR &lt;/a&gt;and a nice lens to go with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Lose weight. A lot of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. Attend cooking class at either Henny Sison's or at Amici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Attend a photography class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. Get certified!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8. Have at least one Asian AND one North American trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9. Spend at least 3 days in tropical paradise! I don't care if it's Boracay, Palawan or Panglao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10. Take pork and beef and rice partially or totally out of my diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looking at my list, they look a little bit difficult to attain, but somehow doable.  I just hope I get number #1 before the end of the 1st quarter! hehe :-) I am soooo looking forward to drive my &lt;a href="http://www.hondaphil.com/car.php?model=jazz_vtec"&gt;Jazz&lt;/a&gt; around the block! h*winkz* eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113645850796914077?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113645850796914077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113645850796914077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113645850796914077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113645850796914077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2006/01/shooting-for-stars.html' title='Shooting for the stars'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113500225799905126</id><published>2005-12-19T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:25:31.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just browsed thru my previous blog and realized how much hassle it took me to purchase my plane ticket going home. In retrospect, I think God never meant for me to go home for the holidays. Could this be a premonition? I don't know and I hope not. Maybe God was whispering to me that day not to buy my ticket coz I won't be going home anyway. Now I realize I was so stupid not to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when everything is all set, some stupid crap comes up and ruins everything for you (and hell no, it's not work-related!) ... this one really made me change my mind for good. This is what I hate so much about the holidays. Well, for one traffic sucks real bad. But most especially I hate it when people make use of the holidays to capitalize on a lot of things, even to the point of sacrificing relationships. I just hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some people be happy for you for once in your life? How can someone you respect and adore turn things around to hurt you? How could someone you love betray you? Why does shit have to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on and on and on asking the same questions and I will never ever find the answers. I guess I have one thing to be thankful for and that is having someone close to me to hold on to...someone who is there to dry my tears away and to help me keep my sanity in tact. At this point, this is the only reason I try my hardest to live each day, one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113500225799905126?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113500225799905126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113500225799905126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113500225799905126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113500225799905126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113195520731419081</id><published>2005-11-14T06:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:02:27.540Z</updated><title type='text'>reflections from this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing about this weekend seemed to pan out right. First and foremost, I slept thru my alarm clock which went off at 9:00AM. On a normal day, I would usually get up when the alarm goes off. But not today. I literally slept thru it and when I woke up, it was already past 11AM. I hurriedly got into the shower, put on my clothes, fed the dog and jumped off to hail a cab so I can pick up my ticket at the PAL office in greenbelt. Much to my dismay, the guard just turned the signage "CLOSED" as I was about to open the door and he won't let me in... So, I hurriedly went to a nearby ticket reseller in Greenbelt 1, but alas! They won't issue one because it is supposed to be an e-ticket.  Frantically, I dialled the reservations number, hoping to get an extension of my reservation so I can just pick up my ticket in the airport. I patiently waited for an agent for 30 minutes on the line, only to be cut off when someone actually picked up my call!!! I was already so desperate and several thoughts were running through my head...Is it the Lord telling me "you're never gonna be home this Christmas?" or is this just a practcal joke that the universe is trying to pull on me for drinking that Vanilla and White Chocolate Martini I had the night before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Uggh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Luckily, Mark is still at home and he managed to get an extension for my ticket until 6PM that evening... Perfect, so if I go there at 5PM, it will be just in time for us to meet up after he finishes some stuff. So, in an attempt to celebrate my little victory, I gave myself a mini treat for lunch at the French Baker. While finishing up my tiramisu, I thought...what the hell am I going to do for the rest of the afternoon?!? Then I realized I owe myself a trip to the salon... After finishing up my yummmy dessert, I walked towards the better side of Ayala center, and crossed the street to 6750. When I got to the Kerastase Institute, I decided to have my hair and scalp scanned first so we can work on a treatment plan for me. When I asked how long it would take for the treatment, I was given an hour and a half. So I had my hair done, and also decided to get a manicure and pedicure afterwards. That leaves me until 4PM to finish everything.  Unfortunately, time caught up with me and it was already 430 PM when we finished with the hair treatment... so I had to leave the manicure out for now, and just carry on with the pedicure. By 5PM, I was done and hurrying off to hail a cab for the airport. Mind you, Mark was already there waiting for me since he finished his school stuff earlier than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I got to the ticketing office, I hurriedly got my number from the guard and looked at the number they were servicing. I was number 67 and they are still on number 18!!! How am I going to beat the 6PM deadline. Again, my lifesaver and angel came up to me and gave me a number he picked for me... he got me #55... so I breathed a sigh of relief and waited a little bit. When I looked at my watch, it was already 5:45PM and there was absolutely no way that I will be able to get my ticket issued at 6PM. So I went up to a customer service officer and asked if they could lift the deadline... Good thing, the lady at the counter was kind enough to do it. So I patiently waited for an hour or so until finally, I saw my number flashing on the red box above the service desk...Hallelujiah!!! By 7PM we headed off to Dampa to meet with a Abz and his friend... For me, it was a treat for such a tiring day... Yuuuumm.. dinner was sooo good, we had crabs, tanigue, shrimps and all the seafood to eat! After dinner, we decided to go around BF, and grab dessert at Conti's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yuuuuuuumm...such a pleasant evening to compensate for a not so pleasant day. Well, at least I thought. On our way back to Makati, we decided to drop off Mark's car at home and ride with them back to the condo. As if we didn't have more than enough bad luck that day, we almost saw our lives flashing before us as we smacked down an 18-wheeler truck travelling at a speed of light, along the West Service Road, while exiting the village. I was literally shouting for my life!!! Like any typical accident, we wasted roughly around 3 hrs trying to get a police to help out. Only after an hour or so did someone arrive to sketch the accident. That was only after traffic has worsened in the service road and about to spill out to the expressway! I have everything to say about these police officers and government enforcers, but I would save that on another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What I did learn from this incident however, is that perhaps, things happened for a reason and it could have been far worse had we left a little bit earlier or a little bit later. God indeed has an amazing way of making you realize how much he loves you, especially in times of adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113195520731419081?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113195520731419081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113195520731419081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113195520731419081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113195520731419081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflections-from-this-weekend.html' title='reflections from this weekend'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-113153933474536101</id><published>2005-11-09T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:28:54.760Z</updated><title type='text'>New career, new friends, new ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, I am on my third day officially working on NORMAL Manila-Philippines business hours. After 4 long years of working either the afternoon or evening shifts, I have finally come to find the opportunity that allows me to actually work on flex-time basis. Meaning, I get to experience TRAFFIC IN THE METRO!!! I can't believe I'm actually excited about that. Seriously though, I'm really excited about my new role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have decided to pursue a technical career path.  I'll be doing a little bit of project management and vendor management, while being able to capitalize on my skills and acquire more along the way. If you ask me, I am inclined to think that I pretty much made the right choice. No admin stuff and people management to worry about = less stressful work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So what can I say about my new environment? Well, there's a lot of things really new to me, some things I never even thought I could live with. First off, I have new colleagues and friends. I am relatively new so I'm adjusting and trying to blend in with the culture here. It's a little different from what I'm accustomed to, but I think I can blend in. Second, I have to come in business casual every single day! With that said, I have to buy loads of business clothes and do a little bit of clothes-pressing! *Ugh!* That's one of the chores I hate doing. Next, I can't come to work in slippers, which I used to do in my previous engagements! *huhuhu!* I pity my toes, I have to choke the living daylights out of them, wearing boots for 8-9 hours a day! Despite all that, I think I will get used to this new life ahead of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For now, I am still riding the waves of change. Come back and enjoy the rest of the ride with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-113153933474536101?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/113153933474536101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=113153933474536101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113153933474536101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/113153933474536101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-career-new-friends-new-me.html' title='New career, new friends, new ME!'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112923267824207514</id><published>2005-10-13T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:44:38.243Z</updated><title type='text'>For some strange reason.....</title><content type='html'>I found myself picking up from where I left off with this blog. I don't know really. I knew I left it there but probably it was my subconscious telling me that one day, I will have the urge to write again. So here I am...getting my hands dirty on what is to be the rebirth of AMPLIFIED BREATHING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon for more of my random musings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112923267824207514?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112923267824207514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112923267824207514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112923267824207514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112923267824207514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-some-strange-reason.html' title='For some strange reason.....'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112558633359979437</id><published>2005-09-01T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:52:13.606Z</updated><title type='text'>The Ironies of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Obviously, I am not happy dealing with Europeans. Not that I despise them totally. Mind you, I love Europe for its culture, traditions and the places you can go to...but i don't like their weather. and most of all, i looooaathe 100x some people I work with, especially those in the UK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This blog will tell you why. Here are samples of European Lingo and what they really mean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Be flexible = Cut your slack and carry on with my workload while I go get some tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. You did a great job = But I can do better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. We are very willing to help = sure, call someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Great stuff - go away, you might figure out i'm not doing anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. We'll take care of this = sure, we'll manage this and order you around to do the dirty work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. We can complete this by so so date = if we can't, we'll pass it on to you so you get the beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. I'm busy = I'm the boss, you're my slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8. DND = I'm busy pretending to be busy so back off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9. Let's split the load = when you're done with yours, then you can do mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10. Fantastic! = now, I didn't know that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;isn't obvious i'm totally pissed off? I can't wait to see the day they are finally out of this company...and totally out of my life. No wonder I'm positive about everything else that my psychic has told me will happen not so long from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112558633359979437?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112558633359979437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112558633359979437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112558633359979437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112558633359979437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/09/ironies-of-life.html' title='The Ironies of Life'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112551228592934424</id><published>2005-08-31T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:18:05.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Your age by chocolate math</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Geeez, I wonder how it did it... but it just did and it's freaking mad really!!! You can try it to see for your self....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DON'T CHEAT!!! (There's really no thrill in that!!!) It takes less than a minute ....Work this out as you read ...Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out! This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate(more than once but less than 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Add 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1755 .... If youhaven't, add 1754.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Now, subtract the four digit year that you were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You should have a three digit number .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first digit of this was your original number&lt;/em&gt;(i.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next two numbers areYOUR AGE!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh YES, it is!!!!! THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2005) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--------------------- don't ask me how it did it! I have no clue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112551228592934424?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112551228592934424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112551228592934424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112551228592934424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112551228592934424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-age-by-chocolate-math.html' title='Your age by chocolate math'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112505277820196166</id><published>2005-08-26T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:39:38.206Z</updated><title type='text'>common sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yes, that's just what it is. I think it is the most precious gift one could every ask for. God, bless the people who don't have the gift of common sense. Please let their existence be more meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112505277820196166?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112505277820196166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112505277820196166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112505277820196166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112505277820196166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/common-sense.html' title='common sense'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112499651147211699</id><published>2005-08-25T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:01:51.496Z</updated><title type='text'>google talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i had fun google talking today... all the wonders of I.T. it really does make the world seem smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112499651147211699?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112499651147211699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112499651147211699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112499651147211699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112499651147211699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/google-talk.html' title='google talk'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112472051115528749</id><published>2005-08-22T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:49:09.963Z</updated><title type='text'>half-dreading tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tomorrow i will find out if my future can afford me. i am half dreading to find out the verdict. like in a very nice movie, i hate to come to a point when it is my turn to decide. i am never good in making decisions. maybe because i hate to fail. or maybe because i think too much about the "what ifs" that I fail to see the real essence of why I had to make that decision. But like anything else, I just have to make one. whether it's something that will make me happy now, or whether it's something that will make me happy for the long term, I really don't know. What I do know is that I am praying for this decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112472051115528749?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112472051115528749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112472051115528749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112472051115528749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112472051115528749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/half-dreading-tomorrow.html' title='half-dreading tomorrow'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112469241080596454</id><published>2005-08-22T06:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-22T06:33:30.813Z</updated><title type='text'>cough! cough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what the hell is wrong with me? I've had this cough for 2 weeks now!!!! i think i need a maid. it's probably the dust that's killing me alive... but my house is soooooo damn clean. and my room is even cleaner. you know how OC i can get with just the slightest ball of hair that i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little better now. but not really good. i think one long weekend of rest and fun and shopping will cure this. hahahaha! i really wanna go to hongkong disneyland! freak, i'm turning 26 and i haven't seen mickey mouse yet! hahahahaha... so pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112469241080596454?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112469241080596454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112469241080596454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112469241080596454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112469241080596454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/cough-cough.html' title='cough! cough!'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112458263024364520</id><published>2005-08-20T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:03:50.253Z</updated><title type='text'>alcohol in excess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i had quite a night. went on a vodka marathon with my housemate and his girl number #2. i didn't have a lot, just 3 tall glassfuls of vodka7. halfway through my 3rd glass i could feel the alcohol kicking in. trust me, being tipsy is worse than getting drunk. in my half-sober state, i could feel the heat of the alcohol-loaded blood circulating, rushing through my head...got a little bout with my temper, over-reacted to some nasty online crap and felt very bitchy. yeah,  i can be difficult sometimes. and yeah, i do have some issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i could barely recall what i did over the last 10 hours but here i am still very much wide awake. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY SYSTEM?!?!? I think my insomnia is back to haunt me for the long term. i gotta get myself a momo racing wheel. or maybe get myself a real car. wish it were that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112458263024364520?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112458263024364520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112458263024364520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112458263024364520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112458263024364520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/alcohol-in-excess.html' title='alcohol in excess'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112454473745015557</id><published>2005-08-20T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:32:17.456Z</updated><title type='text'>you win some, you lose some</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fine. i'm not really thrilled about being sick. i might as well go back to sleep and hope i won't wake up again. EVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112454473745015557?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112454473745015557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112454473745015557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112454473745015557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112454473745015557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='you win some, you lose some'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112447162911653013</id><published>2005-08-19T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:13:49.123Z</updated><title type='text'>hanging on a single strand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One my biggest fears is dying in strangulation, drowning and. god, i feel so rotten right now i think i will die choking in my sleep. ive had this cough and colds and fever since god knows how long and it feels even worse by the day. my nose is like a huge tennis ball painted red and my nostrils like the whole strech of the leaky cauldron... i just wish i could die right now so it's all over...done...end...rip! do i sound morbid? well, if you could see me now you can say straight in my face "you look like shit" and I won't kill you for saying that. i would even hug you so my virus will spread until it chokes the living daylights out of you. But I won't do that. just don't call me shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Daaaaammmnnn......what is it about this day? I feel like a cry baby. it's times like this when i wish i weren't living by myself... i wish i have a family... i wish that there is someone out there who genuinely cares enough about me... someone who can understand what I'm going through right this very moment.   i feel like im slipping into depression again. if you know how much i miss being home, having my mom to take care of me, i can kill myself right now if it takes dying to actually experience that  again. its times like this when i wish someone is actually physically there for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what the hell am i complaining about? who gave me the right to? geeez, who ever said life is fair? it never is. And especially not when you're in the same crap i'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112447162911653013?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112447162911653013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112447162911653013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112447162911653013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112447162911653013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/hanging-on-single-strand.html' title='hanging on a single strand'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112369878081102137</id><published>2005-08-10T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-10T18:33:00.816Z</updated><title type='text'>yipeee! family time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just got the confirmation today straight from my bro that they're coming home for a visit come Saturday! Boy, I am soooooo excited! I can't wait to see them again after a long long time of not spending xmas and birthdays together.  And this will be the first time i'd get to meet my amboy nephew who i heard is soooo sweet! damn...  I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic... i wish home was just a P15 trike ride away...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;With that, I am seriously thinking about going home this weekend. What do you think? Maybe i'm better off going home next weekend... or maybe on the weekend before they fly back to manila then off to the US again.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhh!  i just can't make up my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;let's see.. what's keeping me from going home: i need to come up with some slide. there's supposed to be some biggie thing happening  roundabout the 24th that I just can't miss... and then of course, i miss my hunee terribly! right now, i just want a big teddy puppy hug... not stinky summer licking my feet off! hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hay, when's the best sked to go home kaya? it's times like this that make me wish i bought that XDA IIs i've been eyeing on...hopefully, that will make me organized enough to be able to juggle too many things at the same time!  do you think it's high time i got it??!? hehehehhe... i know i'm making excuses for myself to buy it... damn... if it weren't for my hard-earned money and my dwindling bank account,  i would have had no second thoughts of getting it!!! hahahahaha.... not unless i win it off some seminar! AHAHAHA! i'm dreaming again... *slap* *slap* I THINK I NEED TO WAKE UP...i'm talking nonsense here.... or maybe i need to get some sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i need a break... i think i might as well purchase my plane ticket! hehehhehe... maybe tomorrow i'll have a "saner" state of mind to make the calls... hehe! :-)  aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrggh i'm so stressed out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112369878081102137?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112369878081102137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112369878081102137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112369878081102137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112369878081102137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/yipeee-family-time-again.html' title='yipeee! family time again'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112343947028723229</id><published>2005-08-07T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:31:10.293Z</updated><title type='text'>best massage ever</title><content type='html'>Aaaaah! I can doze off now. Just had a Wat Po Thai traditional massage. heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112343947028723229?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112343947028723229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112343947028723229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112343947028723229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112343947028723229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-massage-ever.html' title='best massage ever'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112312673031210354</id><published>2005-08-04T02:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:43:19.373Z</updated><title type='text'>qualms and a half</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't know what's with me these past days but I've been so irritable with the slightest provocation. Started with my follow up for my DSL connection. It was horrible! You don't wanna know the crappy details but suffice it to say - sometimes you just gotta find your way up to the top guys to get something done, or moving at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later, here I am still struggling to get the FULL service that I paid for (or my company paid for!). Usual pinoy customer service: I had another bout of getting the runaround from these guys. Been following up on my free PC for days and days now... and I even went to their depot to pick it up. But sorry for me - they don't give a damn... I won't be surprised if one day, they would hang a signage in their office that says: "you are a customer, you wait. you're at the mercy when we give it to you." Losers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the weekend, I also went to NBI for some clearance shit and to my utmost surprise - they were charging entrance fees!!! My initial reaction was, "Ano to, public movie house with discounted movie rates?" Well, it didn't say NBI on the pink slip, but it had some private business charging fees to allow people to get into a government office... Hello, is this supposed to be legal?!? Take note, this does not have anything to do with the P110.00 fee for the NBI clearance. This is entirely a separate form of money-making scheme that is totally uncalled for. It's just a minimal amount of P20.00 per person that is going into the building. But if my calculation is correct, they would have earned roundabout P50,000.00 per day from that. Considering that they have a back log, when I go back to pick up my clearance, I would have to pay another P20. That simply means, they would have doubled the chances of hitting another P50k entrance fee quota without any effort at all! So much for this anti-corruption campaigns... it's probably all in paper. What a shame... no wonder our country is rotting in the pitholes. If they can extort money like that from hapless citizens in broad daylight, it's no surprise that they can do more in large-scale underground transactions. Oh well, that's our government to you! I wonder why the media has not come out with any stories about this... hmmmm I smell something fishy! Do we have another version of the "untouchables"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second thought, maybe it's not a government issue per se. I would say it's probably more than that because there are a lot of "opportunista" in our midst. I'm not saying it's part of our culture but it does fit well to describe the few people I have encountered in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my qualms. Last monday, I was struggling to get up from bed. I was diagnosed for acute supparative tonsilitis. What the heck does that mean?!? Well, it's the kind of inflammation in your tonsils when it's close to bleeding and breaking out. Nah, just kidding. It's some kind of condition when your tonsils get so inflammed that there is pus/mucus coming out of it. EEeeewww! I know it's gross, and I hate having it more than anything else in the world. Thanks to my hunee, NFS and little kulit "summer", I didn't get too bored staying home for a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112312673031210354?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112312673031210354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112312673031210354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112312673031210354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112312673031210354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/08/qualms-and-half.html' title='qualms and a half'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112231000624162461</id><published>2005-07-25T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:46:46.256Z</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was going to write something about the SONA, but then I thought, who the hell cares about it anyway?!? My weekend is probably more exciting than that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, let me just recount what I did this weekend instead. Started off at Cable Car at midnight, right after shift. Sir Yul, me, b2, connie and donjun walked a whole kilometer stretch from RCBC Plaza to head back to our old office in standard chartered coz that's where b2 and sir yul parked their cars...and where sir bong was waiting for us! It was the first time the whole team went out drinking! It was good clean fun... We had a few rounds of beer, pizza, tokwat baboy and sisig (who says Italian and Pinoy dishes don't jive?!?) haha!  By 4am, it was time to go home...I had a mild migraine and colds before we went to the bar and I can feel it acting up again...lack of booze you say?! hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Actually, I had enough to knock me down for almost the entire saturday.  I woke up a little past 1pm that afternoon when my hunee arrived (and Archie left for Butuan)... I felt a little tamad and had a slight fever so we ended up calling Gerry's for late lunch delivery. While waiting for our food, my hunee and I pitted for some quick races in NFS2...Man, WE ARE SOOOOO HOOKED! Airport Express does wonders to your home LAN! hehehe...see what it did to us!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lazy couch potatoes that we are, we dragged ourselves up to eat our lunch, and went back to the room for another round of NFS2... Finally, we decided it was time to something "important" so we did some grocery shopping at puregold... headed back home to leave our purchases and drove all the way to greenhills to watch a movie.  There was no interesting titles showing for this week but we were already there (and I wanted to try watching a movie at the Promenade!) so we ended up watching "The Island".  The theatre interior design, seats and sounds, I would rate it 4 stars out of 5.  For the movie itself, I would say around 3 out of 4 stars.  The storyline was good...and it is always a compliment to any director if I don't fall asleep in the moviehouse...so this movie must be really good!  I just can't understand why they had to kill the clones when they are not really defective, they just happen to have developed like their sponsor, in all aspects! Okay, okay, this is not meant to be a spoiler...you should go watch the movie. I would say it's worth the 140 bucks I spent at the Promenade! oh...one more thing: this movie does explain why there's lots of stupid people on earth...hehehe! Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Later that evening, my perpetually hungry stomach was grumbling again... but when we came out of the theater, I just can't resist the newly opened Fully Booked. We went in and browsed for some interesting stuff... If I had all the money in the world, I would buy a copy of every book they have in that neat little store. Mind you, they're pretty expensive.  Anyway, as I was scanning Paris Hilton's book entitled How to be an Heiress, I can't help but admire her for her staunch humor...I bet you, she does have a certain kind of humor that befits an heiress! Her book was quite funny and I would have wanted to read through it more if not for a snotty annoying old chinese punk of a girl behind me making all the nasty comments about Paris Hilton and how she is so stupid, stupid, stupid... She was like "Can she really write?...Does she have humor?...aaaah I don't care, she's stupid...she's an idiot.." blah blah blah... If my guardian angel had not taken the better of me I could have smacked her face with the hardbound book I was holding in my hand...I so wanted to howl at her and say...I DONT NEED YOUR OPINION, Bitch!  But I didn't do that of course. I had to control my temper...WHOOOOOZAAAAH! So off we went with a few books in tow...Of course, I'd blog about them when I finish reading so watch out for my next blog posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Back to my hungry tummy...we went to have some dimsum dinner  at Good Earth Roasts, still at the promenade. it was roundabout midnight when we drove back to Makati.  We hurriedly rushed to the sack to start our careers in NFS2! :-) I was feeling a bit whoozy after taking some cold tabs... I just had to...I was feeling a bit sick again.  I slept around 3AM and woke up mid day the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was already so engrossed building my career in NFS when the most unfortunate event happened on a Sunday...after a long time of not having really major on call disasters, we had one that sunday. Is it pure luck or is just testing my patience? I hope it's just one of those "once in a blue moon" cases....cross my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, Velle and family dropped by for a visit. They just came from their unit 2 floors below mine.  They wanted to check out my unit and see my cute little puppy summer...oh by the way, she's an adorable yellow lab who is sometimes soooooooo annoying. But she's sweet and funny and uto-uto! hahahaha... I make her smell her poopoo sometimes...HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the time it was 8PM, we went to hear mass at Sacred Heart and promised to buy summer some dog food at shopwise. Then we drove off to the Fort for a nice sunday dinner...hey we're still celebrating our month long anniv! :-)  We wanted to test how "well assessed" the reviews were for the book we bought on "Manila Restaurants" so we decided to have dinner at Zong. It's a fancy chinese resto at the Fort known for "Chinese food with no MSG". Interesting, huh?  Truth be told, we had a really good fill that night.  We had some spicy singaporean fish fillet, wanton noodle soup, siomai, seafood rice and for dessert Mark ordered his favorite Mango Pudding and I had some Banana Fritters with Peach and Honey sauce....aaaah, a lot of food and we had some doggy bag for take out!  For the verdict, the food was by far one of the best chinese dinners I had. The Service? It sucks!  They won't even give us back the change had we not asked for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh by the way, that was probably one of the quickest dinner dates we had... We drove home right away because I told the masahista to be there by 1130PM. I was soooo tired the whole week and I needed to de-stress myself. Had 2 hours of blissfully relaxing shiatsu-swedish combination massage.  That was just what I needed to cap the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112231000624162461?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112231000624162461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112231000624162461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112231000624162461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112231000624162461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112190716519544340</id><published>2005-07-21T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:52:45.200Z</updated><title type='text'>What if you had 30 days to live, what would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm watching Oprah right now and they had this search for the most romantic man.  They had on the show real couples, leading ordinary lives, share their stories about how romantic and passionate their husbands/boyfriends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was especially moved by a couple who had to deal with the trauma of breast cancer.  The girl was telling the whole world how her husband took care of her and walked with her through the painful experience of chemotherapy, until she became well and cancer-free.  What especially touched me was when he said "I admire her for being so brave and for her courage to live through it. I cannot imagine a life without her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This made me think, what would it be like if I were in her shoes? Would I have the same strength to go through it?  What if I had only 30 days to live, what would I do?  Maybe I would start with a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Show all the people close to my heart how much I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Make my last will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Ride a roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. Forgive and make peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Say sorry to the people I have hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. Just live each day as if it were my last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How about you, what would you do if you were given 30 days to live?  I know I sound a little morbid... must be the weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;take it easy y'all! *mwah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112190716519544340?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112190716519544340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112190716519544340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112190716519544340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112190716519544340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-if-you-had-30-days-to-live-what.html' title='What if you had 30 days to live, what would you do?'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112161158481344860</id><published>2005-07-17T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:46:24.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Handling difficult customers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is not a response to my own post prior to this one (Getting around "customer service" crap). I am actually working on an assignment that I need to submit to the standards committee review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In an ideal world, there should be no irate customers and everyone should be pleasant to deal with. But oftentimes misfortunes arise that could cause some customers to be stressed out and grumpy, to the point that they become unreasonable. Fortunately for these customers, customer service representatives are in line and available to help them sort out their issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Providing world class customer service not only stops with establishing rapport, hearing out client complaints and finding solutions for your customer's concerns. There are 3 key things you need, to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;be able to deliver high quality customer service:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excellent communication skills.  &lt;/strong&gt;Difficult customers are often picky when speaking to someone on the phone. Excellent communication skills is the key to starting off on the right foot with a very unhappy customer.  Proper command of English projects a person's confidence and thus, becomes a major factor in winning the customer's trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strong customer service skills.  &lt;/strong&gt;In the customer service industry, oftentimes, solutions are canned and available to every customer service representative.  But before one can provide solutions, he/she need to be able to work with his/her customer. That is when customer service skills becomes crucial, especially when handling already-irate customers.  The opportunity to provide "high quality" customer service is often missed, despite the fact that the customer's issue has been solved. There are 2 basic needs of a customer that should be met 100% of the time: the need for head and heart service.  While it is sometimes easy to meet the need for the head, it is more difficult to meet a customer's need for a heart.  This can only be met when the customer service representative has the: ability to listen, provides re-assurance and delivers feedback.  Customer's would want to feel that their issues are as equally important to any business, as it is to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highly analytical and above average technical skills.&lt;/strong&gt;  This usually fulfills the "head" part of the total customer service picture.  When the customer service profession is able to deliver tremendous results in a short span of tim, the client is usually happy.  However, this should always go hand in hand with proper delivery and excellent service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Customer service is always on both ends of the rope in the business model.  This is where the partnership between the customer takes off during pre-sales and this is also where it ends - support and maintenance.  The measure of true business success is evident on 2 things that any "customer support group" is responsble for: customer retention and satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112161158481344860?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112161158481344860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112161158481344860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112161158481344860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112161158481344860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/handling-difficult-customers.html' title='Handling difficult customers'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112144356962354347</id><published>2005-07-15T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:06:09.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting your way around "customer service" crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hay naku, mga Pilipino talaga!!! No, I am not denouncing my being a Filipino. I am proud to be one. I am just enraged with the mediocrity of these so-called customer service people. I am in the service industry myself and I know from experience, how it's like to be on the other line, with an irate customer (like me). But hey, it's all part of the job. People don't get angry for nothing - there has to be a reason for that! For me personally, lousy service is one of my pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have some tips for you guys out there to avoid being given the run around and lame excuses from customer service helpdesks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get the person's full name and contact number at the start of the call.&lt;/strong&gt; When you are told that they are not allowed to give out their names, this is not true. You can bring your concerns to DTI for this and the call center running the said operations can be reprimanded. As a consumer, you have the right to know who is handling your account and who is running with your complaints. That is a consumer right and you have to invoke that. Also, never let a call drop without getting a number from the other person on the other line. This may be a challenge when you speak with customer service folks on a hotline as they don't always have a number to call, nor do they have the ability to transfer calls. If you can't get a number to call, make sure to note the person's name so you can give it to the next agent the next time you call, in case you get dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be relentless.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes, you just have to be firm and relentless. Don't always take no, next week, next month, tomorrow for an answer. This shouldn't be happening if the company has good customer care processes in place but that sadly, this is the usual case especially when dealing with: government agencies, insurance and assurance agencies, appliance centers and most especially local telephone companies. This may not hold true to all companies under the categories I mentioned but I have had a fair share of the same experience from those agencies under the categories mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escalate if necessary.&lt;/strong&gt; To avoid wasting yours and the agent's time, get the next person in the heirarchy to take your call if the person you are talking to is not very sure of what he/she is talking about. You are a customer and you are entitled to the right information. If you are not confident that you are given accurate information, make sure to get someone who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Document your conversation whenever possible.&lt;/strong&gt; When you fill out forms in a business center, always make sure you have a duplicate copy and that there is an indication that they have received your form. I have learned my lesson the hard way several times and I vow from this day forward I will be more particular with securing a copy of forms I have submitted and get the person who received it, to sign a receipt. Your form could get lost for all you know and you might be expecting for nothing! For telephone conversations, make sure that you have all the details like the date and time of your call, including the information about the agent like his/her name and agent number and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make the right connections.&lt;/strong&gt; My last advise is usually a last recourse kind of thing and should only be used if and when you're tipping the scales of your patience. Although I hate to admit this, the Padrino mentality is still a very common trait among Filipinos and sometimes, you just have to learn to use this to the advantage. You are a victim of the system yourself. It may sound bad as it can lead to abusing the system, sometimes, you just have to do it. If you have the right connections, letting your fingers do the talking with a simple email or text message to get some help following up on your request, might do you some good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So there goes your list of how-to's. Good luck and have a great weekend ahead!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112144356962354347?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112144356962354347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112144356962354347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112144356962354347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112144356962354347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/getting-your-way-around-customer_15.html' title='Getting your way around &quot;customer service&quot; crap'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112125884761168209</id><published>2005-07-13T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:32:05.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation is a killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For the past few hours, my mind was on a roll. I know I should stay focused on what I'm doing but I just can't help it. The events of the day kept replaying on my mind as if it were winding an endless thread. If I were running on a 486, I would have crashed down completely within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be writing these thoughts down but the anticipation is just killing me. I feel like I'm about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm hoping for is that God will enlighten the minds of all the people involved, let heaven hear my prayers and hopefully open the doors for me. I hope this is my big break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112125884761168209?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112125884761168209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112125884761168209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112125884761168209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112125884761168209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/anticipation-is-killer.html' title='Anticipation is a killer'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112123090194899388</id><published>2005-07-13T04:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:14:48.406Z</updated><title type='text'>What a shame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock at 6AM today. (Plug: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARCHIE!!!) I had to cook breakfast, hear mass and attend to something very important at 9AM. *wink* Do I have enough time to do all that? Yes, except that today is a hell day for Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rally is scheduled to take place at the Ninoy Aquino monument along Paseo de Roxas and they are pegging the numbers to go up to a million. Quite interesting huh? If rumors are true that they are paying these rallyists to receive 100 Pesos just for expressing their support to oust Arroyo, that would mean they have a fat wallet to mobilize these people. Imagine that: Php100 x 1M = Php100M and that figure is exclusive of the food and water that they're giving out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they had used that 100M to pay off our debts and fix the substandard roads in CBD, a lot of people would have been spared from the horrendous traffic, noise pollution and litter all over the streets of makati. Hey that's my money too!!! A large chunk of my pay goes to taxes and it's a pity that it doesn't seem to be spent very wisely on this case... (or maybe a large part of it may not have been spent very wisely at all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole "take-it-to-the-street" mentality is really going to some people's heads. After weeks and weeks of barricading the streets and throwing litter everywhere, don't they still get the gist? Obviously, their requests have fallen on deaf ears. (Bilib din ako sa pagkamanhid ng ibang kababayan natin!) what a shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm no pro-gloria, nor am I pro-susan. All I'm asking is a little consideration to the public and to the environment. These people are just throwing their flyers everywhere and the streets are so dirty. For a central business district, Ayala Ave. looks like the solid version of ilog pasig! I wouldn't be surprised if one day we'll see tin cans in glorietta and greenbelt for "Piso para sa Makati".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's the Philippines to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112123090194899388?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112123090194899388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112123090194899388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112123090194899388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112123090194899388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-shame.html' title='What a shame!'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112117613190165279</id><published>2005-07-12T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:48:51.906Z</updated><title type='text'>A good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indeed, time flies so fast when you start your day right. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; pretty much had a good kick out of bed with a phone call so loud it can drive the whole neighborhood crazy. I know, I'm exaggerating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, a few minutes later I had another bout dragging myself out of bed to answer the door. Finally, they arrived! They installed my DSL line! Yipeee!!! 1 mbps connection from home!!! After almost 3 weeks of waiting and daily follow up calls, it felt like manna from heaven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I shouldn't be complaining but hey, for all it's worth, it does help to be with someone who knows someone up there. Thanks hunee! You are really my lucky charm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far, everything seems to pan out well for me these days. I keep wondering what's in store for me in the next few weeks, months, maybe? I dunno, really. Only time will tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112117613190165279?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112117613190165279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112117613190165279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112117613190165279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112117613190165279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-start.html' title='A good start'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395460.post-112110815142366603</id><published>2005-07-11T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:49:49.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally, my blogsite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had been contemplating about setting up my own blogsite for the longest time. My hesitation stems from the fact that I don't have the luxury of time to update this on a regular basis. And yes, I have heard about people losing their jobs because of these things. But what the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, in the next few days, I will be able to add some sensible entries here. For now, I gotta hit the sack... it's time to Zzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395460-112110815142366603?l=amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/feeds/112110815142366603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395460&amp;postID=112110815142366603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112110815142366603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395460/posts/default/112110815142366603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amplifiedbreathing.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-my-blogsite.html' title='Finally, my blogsite'/><author><name>`teardrop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://medias.francetv.fr/bibl/url_images/2005/05/03/image_10320232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
