<?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-8556824814264211383</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:38:29.571-08:00</updated><category term='my life..'/><category term='My nonexistent love life'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Makes me Want to Work</title><subtitle type='html'>As I see my work</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-164458539743223044</id><published>2009-03-19T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:05:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Dear Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To a dear friend,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We haven't really talked in a long long while, I mean yes we talked but it's usually about work and other inconsequential matters. Now, I heard that you would be leaving for good, well what can I say, a simple thank you would not suffice for all the things that you have done for me. You might not know this but if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be where I am today, I've changed a lot because of you. The music and laughter that we've shared will always be etched in my mind. You know what, I'm really really really sad right now. I'm gonna miss you so much because your presence made me feel secure. You might not believe it, but I depended on you, even if sometimes, ok most of the times you feel irritated because of me but I'm thankful that you are just simply there. Why do these things happen? I'm used to goodbyes but it doesn't make it any easier. I know I'm not the best or the nicest person around but God must really love me because He gives me friends like you, a nice and beautiful person inside and out. I guess the time has come to say goodbye, even if we will say that we'll go out sometime, still it wouldn't be the same. I know that the past few months we haven't really talked about the happenings in our life, in fact we sort of parted ways, and I wanted to make it up to you, so that the old friendship that we had would still exist, but I guess I could not do that anymore and it makes me feel guilty you know, because I know I should been a better friend to you and I regret that now. They say that people come into our lives for a reason, they change something within us and let me tell you that you are one of the persons that would make me want to change for the better. Just to clear the air I would like to ask for your forgiveness for all the wrong things that I've done to you, you are a great friend, one of the nicest person I've known. You are one of the persons that have rewritten my life just by being you and by being my friend.Thank you for the songs, the memories, for your helping hand, and for being my friend. Maybe someday we could sing together again..Thank you my dear friend and God be with you always..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From a thankful friend,&lt;br /&gt;fairyPRinCEss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-164458539743223044?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/164458539743223044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=164458539743223044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/164458539743223044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/164458539743223044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-dear-friend.html' title='To a Dear Friend...'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-1113770022992185187</id><published>2008-11-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:24:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Surprise</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a rush, my recent birthday certainly was really fun and unforgettable for me. One of the reasons why is because of my new website..yey!!! I'm proud to announce that I am now the proud owner of &lt;a href="http://fairyroseprincess.com"&gt;fairyroseprincess.com&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks to my boss, Ma'am Honey, I now have a website where I can post anything that I find interesting. It certainly was a surprise, and usually I don't like surprises, but hey I love this surprise. For an opinionated person such as yours truly this certainly is a very very useful tool to express my opinions about anything, but like they say in Spiderman, "Great power comes with great responsibility", so I will not abuse this tool in expressing my freedom of speech. I hope you could visit my website,  &lt;a href="http://fairyroseprincess.com"&gt;fairyroseprincess.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-1113770022992185187?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/1113770022992185187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=1113770022992185187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/1113770022992185187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/1113770022992185187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-surprise.html' title='A Good Surprise'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-3663921676174725499</id><published>2008-09-28T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:11:27.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acdf2d9e65cfe234" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacdf2d9e65cfe234%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331413997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A6AAB8AE029F4B01D8B6606C02E175FBD612D56.3AC9CDC59B5E12AB49ADB2B27D0B10599F74B3B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacdf2d9e65cfe234%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhFKBI5LKQIHlyw9XNKXkYdFrGoc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacdf2d9e65cfe234%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331413997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A6AAB8AE029F4B01D8B6606C02E175FBD612D56.3AC9CDC59B5E12AB49ADB2B27D0B10599F74B3B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacdf2d9e65cfe234%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhFKBI5LKQIHlyw9XNKXkYdFrGoc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Rose Castillo is my niece and I made this video so that my mom could see the photos when she was here. She's back in New York now, and I miss her much. Anyway, enjoy the movie, it's an insight about my personal life..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-3663921676174725499?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acdf2d9e65cfe234&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/3663921676174725499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=3663921676174725499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/3663921676174725499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/3663921676174725499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-affair.html' title='A Family Affair'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-5736821864441103160</id><published>2008-09-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:49:43.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>Well..well..well..hmmm..it's been 7 months since I first started working at the same company, and well the tears, sweat, blood (I'm exaggerating here of course :) ) has certainly paid of. To start with I got promoted, but don't know which position, I just know that I was promoted and more importantly I got a raise..yey!!! But of course, a higher salary and position means greater responsibility... Some people has this notion that when you are in a higher position that's when the stressful life and nonstop working  hours stops, all you have to do is sit back and let your subordinates do the work for you..well, let me tell you that that kind of thinking will certainly bring your company or yourself down.. Higher position and higher salary means more responsibilities and more challenges. Well, anyway, I'm just doing the best that I can, because for me, when you do something you give it your best shot or else don't do it at all because you're just wasting your effort and time... &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-5736821864441103160?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/5736821864441103160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=5736821864441103160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/5736821864441103160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/5736821864441103160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-4805593464251725423</id><published>2008-08-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:29:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Wishlist...</title><content type='html'>My birthday is just around the corner, well not that near, but it will be soon. So, I'll be making a list about the things that I want for my birthday, okay here goes..&lt;br /&gt;1) I want a dog, I'll be asking this gift from Joseph since he has alot of dogs. A golden retriever is too big for me, so I want a small and cute dog. I really love dogs, I once had a dog but he died and until now I haven't had a pet since then, but now I'm ready to have another dog, so Joseph this one is on you..LOL..&lt;br /&gt;2) I collect snow globes ever since I was a child, I don't buy snow globes though, all of my snow globes were gifts to me. The first snow globe that I received was from my father, so snow globes will always have a special part in my collections. I remember pointing out the snow globe that I want to Roel..hehehehe..:) Though that really is expensive so I won't be really asking that snow globe..any snow globes will do.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Next on my birthday wishlist is a one year supply of peach mango pie, I think Robert can handle this one..hahahaha..don't know why, but I really love peach mango pie from Jollibee..&lt;br /&gt;4) I want new books, preferrably Meg Cabot's books, I only have her ebooks, and I want her real books so that I could bring it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;5) I want a chocomoist chocolate cake, Czar I think you can handle this one..hehehehe..Reallylove this cake, especially the ones that Czar brings in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list are the things that cannot be bought by money:&lt;br /&gt;1) I want him..hahahaha..just him..( Hey, a girl can wish right? That's why this is called a birthday wishlist)&lt;br /&gt;2) I want my niece Fairy Rose to be okay, she's so cute..&lt;br /&gt;3) I wish that my mom would be able to spend Christmas with us and that she is still healthy, physically and mentally..&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish that my brother and his family would be financially stable, well, because they already have two kids so they have to be financially stable.&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to win all the DOTA games that I will play..so my dotamates you better let me win on my birthday..lol..&lt;br /&gt;6) Hmmm..what else..I guess the last one is ..WORLD PEACE!!! hahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if your still thinking what gifts to give to me, just read my blog and I'm pretty sure you'll get a lot of ideas..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-4805593464251725423?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/4805593464251725423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=4805593464251725423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/4805593464251725423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/4805593464251725423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday-wishlist.html' title='My Birthday Wishlist...'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-3620724490446705283</id><published>2008-08-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:26:37.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life..'/><title type='text'>It's that time again...</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious, it's that feeling again..you know that feeling of missing someone..I haven't felt like this for some time. Honestly, I get scared whenever I feel this way, well, yeah whatever, it's there, so just go with the flow. That's me going with the flow. Anyway, I haven't written anything for quite a while, because I've been busy with work, thank goodness my job is really challenging, so it pumps up my adrenaline and because of that I don't have time for anything else. I could make the time but I choose not to, it's easier this way. Life is good to me now, it hasn't been like this before, lots of ups and downs, mostly "downs" but hey, here I am, still standing and getting on with life. Hmmm..what have I learned for the past 26 years? Well, here's a list..&lt;br /&gt;1) Even if you say that you don't care, you still do.&lt;br /&gt;2) There are those who say that they're your friends, but they actually are not.&lt;br /&gt;3) You could always count on your family, always..&lt;br /&gt;4) You will learn to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;5) Time does not heal all things, it's actually up to you to let time heal all things.&lt;br /&gt;6) Wheels will always turn, someday you'll be on the top of the world..someday..&lt;br /&gt;7) Signs are always there, we just have to learn how to read it properly.&lt;br /&gt;8) There are things that you will never forget and there are things that you wish to forget but you can't.&lt;br /&gt;9) After a broken heart, you could move on.&lt;br /&gt;10) A broken heart hurts more than a surgical operation.&lt;br /&gt;11) Prayers are always answered, not at the time that we want but at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;12) Take things slowly to savor the moment.&lt;br /&gt;13) Learn to enjoy the moment..&lt;br /&gt;14) Don't force yourself to laugh or else you would sound like a whining horse.&lt;br /&gt;15) You really cannot please everybody..so don't.&lt;br /&gt;16) Never ever step on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;17) All the things that you've done will really come back to you..so think before doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;18) Life is not a novel, it's meant to be lived.&lt;br /&gt;19) One cannot be an observer her entire life.&lt;br /&gt;20) Patience can be learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-3620724490446705283?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/3620724490446705283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=3620724490446705283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/3620724490446705283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/3620724490446705283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-5435751108045760660</id><published>2008-08-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:31:00.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My nonexistent love life'/><title type='text'>Here I Go Again...</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've met someone..yey!!! Well, for me he's all that, what I mean by "he's all that" is that he's nice, really funny ( no boring moments), smart but not a nerd or a show-off, good-looking, taller than me and we share common interests, here's the catch though.. I think that he's already taken, well, I'm not sure actually, but from our conversations I think that he is. Another nice thing about him is that he is not player and that he does not treat girls like their toys and play with their feelings,and he is not a flirt. Well, as what they always say, "the best ones are always taken". Nevertheless, I'm just enjoying the moment. It's not like I want a long term relationship with him ( Liar!!!lol), maybe I do, but well anything's fine just as long as it's fun..=P So, here I go again..enjoying the moment..maybe this time God will answer my prayers in terms of my lovelife, but then again I haven't been praying about my lovelife in a long long time. 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there are people who goes to a spa and have that wonderful and relaxing body massage, while others watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;Me, whenever I feel that it's time to take a break, I go out with friends..Not just your normal go to the mall or hang out type of going out, what I'm talking about is going-out-of-town kind of thing. This was what I exactly did last month, went out with some friends in an out of town trip.  We went to Ozamis City, with the intent of visiting the Misamis Occidental Aquamarine Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYuIchsWdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Oxli3EKhNR0/s1600-h/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 145px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYuIchsWdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Oxli3EKhNR0/s320/IMG_2995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221411540614011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozamis City is 4 hours away from where I lived.To get there, you have to take a bus going to Iligan City, then from there you have to take another bus going to Ozamis City. You also have to ride a barge to get to the city proper. Luckily for us, AJ's boyfriend, JP( They really are meant for each other since their nicknames are all initials..:)) volunteered to take us there, you see, JP lives in Ozamis City and he was actually the one who invited us. All we have to do is to pay for the gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting place is none other than our ultimate convenience store, which is C7. We met at around 11pm because we planned to leave at around 12am so that we could catch the first trip on the barge. At the time, the people that I was expecting to come is nang Zen, AJ, JP, Mae, Urle, Roel, Joseph ( and his girlfriend Ai-Ai),and Robert. I never expected Aries and Ralph to be there. Though, AJ told them that JP wants them to be there, and Aries said he might come, well when Aries says that, you can't be too sure if he really is coming( PEACE TOTO!!), and Ralph said that&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't come. So basically AJ, me and most of the original casts was surprised when they both arrived at C7 with their things. Here are the complete casts of characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYw63sBsUI/AAAAAAAAADY/qZj5KqgH9oo/s1600-h/AJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 109px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYw63sBsUI/AAAAAAAAADY/qZj5KqgH9oo/s200/AJ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414605921825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or Aljayn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;- the official first lady of our trip and JP's love of a lifetime. Sadly, this trip is also AJ's farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYwV_AIekI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a2kujeR-9rU/s1600-h/nang+zen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYwV_AIekI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a2kujeR-9rU/s200/nang+zen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221413972230044226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zenia Nebres, nang Ozen&lt;/span&gt; ( I'm the only one who calls her that), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mana....ng&lt;/span&gt;( only Joseph calls her this, with the stress on the na...ng part)- My gorgeous cousin, also known as the hot mama, since technically she is a mama(:)),this trip is also her farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbsrldhMRI/AAAAAAAAADw/y0_7JfLObdQ/s1600-h/myat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 102px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbsrldhMRI/AAAAAAAAADw/y0_7JfLObdQ/s200/myat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221621051517120786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae Salvador or Myat&lt;/span&gt;- One of AJ's confidant and closest friend in the office. Actually, your life will be difficult if your not friends with Myat, because she holds the key..the key to the&lt;br /&gt;office as well as the restroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbtAwwVCrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qlh4TJcP63k/s1600-h/urle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 119px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbtAwwVCrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qlh4TJcP63k/s200/urle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221621415326059186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urle Andoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urle&lt;/span&gt; ( motherboard to me) - I consider Urle as the motherboard, since she is my team leader. Usually, she does not join us on trips like this, but recently she does. Hmmm..I think I know the reason why, but I will not say anything, ask me in person if you want, when you do, be sure to bring a chocolate cake(hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbtWy5VHoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0rhQV8biUqI/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 120px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbtWy5VHoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0rhQV8biUqI/s200/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221621793857805954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan Rose Castillo or Joan&lt;/span&gt;- Well, this is me. As what Roel said if Urle is the motherboard then I am the soundcard. I thought he said that because I love singing ( and could it be that I also have a..aaahheeemmm..beautiful voice..hehehehe..?) However, knowing Roel, I bet he said that not because of my love of singing but because of my talkative nature ( right wing? better not deny that..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Boys&lt;/span&gt;( Official BoyBand in our Work, I think auditions are still open..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbttqwItZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r1R48nmWhqE/s1600-h/toto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 122px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbttqwItZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r1R48nmWhqE/s200/toto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221622186808751506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aries Balasoto or TotoBala&lt;/span&gt; - One of the official photographers of our trip. I think that on this trip, Toto might have injured his head, because on our way to Ozamis, I could hear this thudding sound often, and that thudding sound is none other than Toto's head which kept bumping on the glass window of the car(he was deeply asleep then, so I don't think he noticed that..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbuEVOVttI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x-q2SmULFvo/s1600-h/robert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 119px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbuEVOVttI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x-q2SmULFvo/s200/robert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221622576166844114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Dejesica or Robert&lt;/span&gt; - He went on this trip, because he was looking for his long-lost brother, and luckily he found his long-lost brother!( A special story on this one later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbzsvCZbjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VPHK2QpEugs/s1600-h/ako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 134px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbzsvCZbjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VPHK2QpEugs/s200/ako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221628767848984114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seph Merca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do or Joseph&lt;/span&gt; - The only person I know who could talk for 8 hours straight. I'm not kidding, from the moment that we met at C7, he was already talking, until we arrived at Ozamis city. He is also one of my major contenders when it comes to karaoke singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbvEfW4I_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xbp64Jh8EfE/s1600-h/ralph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 133px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbvEfW4I_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xbp64Jh8EfE/s200/ralph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221623678398637042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Pelador or Ralph&lt;/span&gt; - Ralph is not a bird ( for more info about that bird thing, check out my friendster..:) ) .During this trip, Ralph has only one obsession and that is the Pinoy version&lt;br /&gt;of cube puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbvhdw_AVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EhhdgTqhyks/s1600-h/wing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 126px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbvhdw_AVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EhhdgTqhyks/s200/wing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221624176187474258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roel Sinadjan or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wing&lt;/span&gt;- He never misses a photo opportunity, he owns one of the digicam that we used but somehow he was able to be in almost every picture that was taken. He is also one of my major contenders in karaoke singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With The Special Par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbwFLINZdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iYhCkK4y-Yc/s1600-h/JP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 116px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbwFLINZdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iYhCkK4y-Yc/s200/JP.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221624789659903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ticipation of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mento&lt;/span&gt; - Our official host. He was the one who invited us on this very special and wonderful trip. His house was our "official residence"..Thanks JP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbwiclOKWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WZ4tMS8WdRU/s1600-h/aiai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHbwiclOKWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WZ4tMS8WdRU/s200/aiai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221625292561197410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jane Aires Del Puerto or Ai-Ai&lt;/span&gt; - Joseph's girlfriend..However, there was this incident during this trip that tested their relationship and I think Joseph failed(hahahaha..more details later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the official cast and characters of the MOAP adventure, I would love to write some more, however it's getting late and I still have to get up early tomorrow. So, I will just continue writing about this tomorrow or maybe some other time..Just keep checking in, because this is just the tip of the iceberg..more stories to come..Goodnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-914913106757052909?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/914913106757052909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=914913106757052909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/914913106757052909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/914913106757052909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-workplay.html' title='After Work..Play..'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SHYuIchsWdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Oxli3EKhNR0/s72-c/IMG_2995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-2406983390600583147</id><published>2008-06-29T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:47:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technorati Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/a9jcreeqah" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-2406983390600583147?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/2406983390600583147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=2406983390600583147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/2406983390600583147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/2406983390600583147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/06/technorati-profile.html' title='Technorati Profile'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-5987812578374258641</id><published>2008-05-29T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:51:29.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to a Virus Remover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SD@uGAoKCC0AAFlvIyE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.joanrosec.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SD@uGAoKCC0AAFlvIyE1/DSC00085.jpg?et=Q9PZSwAO30%2CTYrd4ALedYg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Standing, from left to right:)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me, Joseph, Lady and Zenia&lt;/span&gt;. (Seated, from left to right): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Goma, Cheth, MIKE, and Roel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orking in a web and software development company, it is a foregone conclusion that you will encounter a computer virus somewhere down that cyberspace road. I encountered my first computer virus in my second month. I was downloading a song(guilty!) using Limewire and there it was, marcmeynard.exe proudly appeared on my desktop and announcing that he was there( I'm still searching as to who is that marcmeynard so that I could sue him). Anyway, I tried removing it with my anti-virus software, but still, it cannot be removed and admittedly, my knowledge is limited when it comes to those things. So, I asked some of my co-workers to solve my predicament. Many tried, but only one person emerged victoriously and that is none other than our head software programmer, Mike Tabique. He successfully removed that annoying computer virus just by clicking on somethings that I could not comprehend. He's good with that, real good. Not only with removing computer viruses, but also with fixing any computer related troubles. Personally, Mike also gives great advice when it comes to your lovelife. Let me tell you, those advice are really straigh to the point. Mike, is also our official disc jockey, through him my favorite songs have been played over and over again. However, all good things must come to an end at some point, and today is Mike's last day in the office, because he will now leave for a new job at a different company. So, Mike my official virus remover(no software could match him), thank you for ALL THIS TIME, and as a friend I'M YOURS and my thoughts will always be WITH YOU.    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-5987812578374258641?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/5987812578374258641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=5987812578374258641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/5987812578374258641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/5987812578374258641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/05/farewell-to-virus-remover.html' title='Farewell to a Virus Remover'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-4466574917527417575</id><published>2008-05-08T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:42:27.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Leaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SCahm5WUk5I/AAAAAAAAABc/h3pl1hlNT2A/s1600-h/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SCahm5WUk5I/AAAAAAAAABc/h3pl1hlNT2A/s320/DSC00044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199020509447361426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing, from left to right: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert, Lady and roel&lt;/span&gt;. Seated, from left to right: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph, kenn and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For  Joseph and Robert,  keep up the good work!&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-4466574917527417575?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/4466574917527417575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=4466574917527417575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/4466574917527417575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/4466574917527417575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-your-work-you-will-encounter.html' title='Team Leaders'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/SCahm5WUk5I/AAAAAAAAABc/h3pl1hlNT2A/s72-c/DSC00044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-1748136946103946370</id><published>2008-04-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:02:33.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse on my Working Hours...</title><content type='html'>8:00 am-  At this hour,  I am rushing to get to my work as fast as I could, because I am suppose to start my work at exactly 8am. Though, we have a 5 minutes grace period. This is a daily occurrence, since I am nearly always late.  I have no excuse for this, lateness should not be tolerated so, I am trying really hard to change this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am until 12:00 noon- This is my working period. I start my working period by identifying the tasks that I am suppose to do for the day. If I am tasked to write an article about a certain subject,  research comes first and while researching I am taking down notes for the draft. If I am tasked to submit articles, the first thing I do is to gather my articles, make keywords, summary and other relevant information. After that, I search for submission sites, then I posts the articles. When I am tasked to optimize a web page(this task triggers an asthma attack),  I review first the websites then  optimizes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00noon until  1:30pm- Lunch time.Usually I go home at this time but, there are times when I eat lunch with my co-workers. This is the time where I check my YM account since we are not allowed to open that during office hours, as well as my Friendster, Yahoomail, personal Gmail and if there's still time my Gaiaonline account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm until 5:30pm- Working period again and again. Though cups of coffee are being consumed here because when I am not working, this is my sleeping time. Coffee works though, I recommend black caffeinated coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm- Time to wrap things up...This is the time where I could ignore work related things unless I choose not to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-1748136946103946370?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/1748136946103946370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=1748136946103946370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/1748136946103946370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/1748136946103946370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/04/glimpse-on-my-working-hours.html' title='A Glimpse on my Working Hours...'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-6250078000829598821</id><published>2008-04-09T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:05:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has  been quite a while since I updated my blog. I know I said that  I will continue the blog about some of my co-workers, but I was not able to because of my work load. I also think that destiny has played its' hands, because when I wrote my previous blog I haven't had the chance to get to know some of my co-workers  but due to an unforeseen event ( that unforeseen event is a secret that I will take to my grave, though it happened last Friday) I was able to get to know them better. Here are some additional  personalities in the office and as usual  I will  not mention their real names..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Model- This guy loves taking picture of himself..lol..anywhere we go, there should be a picture with him on it or with his girlfriend. He's also the one who encourages me and some of my co-workers to exercise daily( I'm a couch potato by heart). This guy's motto is "never leave home without your cellphone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web Developer- Although his job entails developing a website, his name is nothing to do with that. What I meant by web is the real web that a spider weaves. I swear he loves to weave his web on unassuming victim..lol..however, he's still a decent guy..:-) At first, I thought that he is a conceited and obnoxious person and now that I got to know him better, my impression of him was right..lol..just joking. By the way, his favorite song is "Handyman" by James Taylor, and that should say something about him..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://track3.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2008031806053341"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-6250078000829598821?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/6250078000829598821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=6250078000829598821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/6250078000829598821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/6250078000829598821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-has-been-quite-while-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-986463329664337476</id><published>2008-04-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:19:49.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Some of the People that I Worked With</title><content type='html'>I have been working for the same company for two months already. Hooray! I could not believe that I am still there because usually I drift from jobs after jobs or it could be to other interests. So, personally it's quite a surprise. Within that two months, I already made friends ( I hope they are really my friends)within that four corners of that concrete structure. Let me introduce you to some of them, though I really would not mention their real name, for security purposes ( whatever that means)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seat mate&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Seat mate is one of the most helpful individuals inside that office, we  talked about lots of things through YM ( he's always on the invisible mode, so you have to buzz him first to make sure that he is online), from the latest feelings that he had or from the latest things that happened to me. He's quite the listener. I am often caught smiling or laughing because of his remarks or punch lines ( he's filled with that). By the way, I would like to thank him for the free French fries and sundae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chatmate&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Every single day that God has made, this individual is my eternal chatmate.&lt;br /&gt;Never a day goes by that I do not chat with her, she is my leader so checking with her is a must, however, we do not only talk about work, we also talked about other things. Through her windows of opportunities have opened for me, I owe her a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr. D.J.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- This guy is one of the funniest persons in the office, though he often &lt;br /&gt;jokes about me, admittedly, his jokes are funny and impersonal. I call him Mr. D. J. because he often plays the music that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Australian&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - The first work station that I used was his. On my third or fourth &lt;br /&gt;day at work, there was an added statement to my account name and it says "Joan da Great" until now I have not figured out why he did that. Now, I consider him one of my closest friends in the office.At times, this guy could be so moody. He's not a real Australian though, he could be, but he's too scared to be apart from his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( I'm too sleepy to continue, but hey tomorrow is another day, so to be continued tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-986463329664337476?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/986463329664337476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=986463329664337476' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/986463329664337476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/986463329664337476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-been-working-for-same-company.html' title='Meet Some of the People that I Worked With'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556824814264211383.post-474618269427369684</id><published>2008-03-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:10:10.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reason for Writing Daily</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story..One day, I was reading my horoscope, I'm Scorpio by the way and during that day my horoscope told me that I was gonna get paid for doing something that I would have ordinarily done for free and I love doing that  thing. I simply passed it off as an amusing source of information that could either be true or not. So several hours had passed( I usually read my horoscope in the morning, along with the other news) I got a call from my cousin who is working at a web and software development company. She told me that her boss is looking for an article writer and they thought of me and so she asked me if I could come over as soon as possible so that her boss could further explain what the job entails. To make the story short they hired me as their Article Writer. At that time, I have not written in quite awhile, I mean writing for a serious entity or something like that, though I have often wrote on my diary though I don't think that counts. So, during the first day, I have no idea where to start, what topic and all that and after 4 long hours I was still staring at a blank page. Panic starts to set in, I felt at that moment that I was just fooling myself into thinking that I could write, thankfully, my team leader, for the sake of anonymity I'll just call her April Love, gave me time to gain momentum, so now, though one of my boss is reading and editing my work, that panic that I felt a month ago just makes it's presence known whenever I am behind a deadline. Until now and hopefully for a long time, getting paid for doing something I like would continue. After all, writing is my expression and my redemption..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556824814264211383-474618269427369684?l=workaholicme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/feeds/474618269427369684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8556824814264211383&amp;postID=474618269427369684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/474618269427369684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556824814264211383/posts/default/474618269427369684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workaholicme.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-reason-for-writing-daily.html' title='My Reason for Writing Daily'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
