<?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-7636460</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:24:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Maila</title><subtitle type='html'>" A little bit of love can be like sunshine after rain and cause someone to realize that life is not in vain. "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.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-7636460.post-114231255946072876</id><published>2006-03-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:02:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Long Legs...</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I have been watching korean dramas and movies. Most of the storyline I came across would be that the heroine/hero would die at the end. It is sometimes frustrating watching these things since I can always relate to those tragic events to my own experience but I still find them worth watching. Why? Because it portrays that love is enduring. It may be lost but could never be forgotten.Last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/114231255946072876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=114231255946072876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/114231255946072876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/114231255946072876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2006/03/daddy-long-legs.html' title='Daddy Long Legs...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-114172046281802463</id><published>2006-03-07T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:34:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome...</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I last posted a blog. So here it is...Last February 27, Ria and company arrived in Japan. They're the new batches of IT engineers and I'm glad for the company that they bring. So much so that Ria, one of my barkadas in NEC came to work here. It'll be a full of funfilled activities now that she's here. Actually, they had some sort of welcome already. Gelai's bike was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/114172046281802463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=114172046281802463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/114172046281802463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/114172046281802463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-113932954728376156</id><published>2006-02-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:27:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寒いね？！？！？</title><summary type='text'>Time check!!! It's 1:15am(Japan time) and i'm writing this blog before going to sleep. Lately, it's been a lot more colder compared to the days. Winter in fukuoka is almost at its peak and I can't wait for it to be over. That way i'll be able to see the Sakura blossoms. That's one of the highlights of being here in Japan. It was very windy when I went out of the office around 11pm. Brrrr, so cold</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/113932954728376156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=113932954728376156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/113932954728376156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/113932954728376156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='寒いね？！？！？'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-113897454869111561</id><published>2006-02-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:49:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple pleasures in life...</title><summary type='text'>It's friday!!! Right now i'm sitting in front of my laptop writing this that first comes into my mind. i'm bored. that's the gist of it. i dont have the patience to watch the movies especially that what i would like to see has no subtitle yet. recently, i'm been following some korean series and it's pretty interesting. first, there's the My Girl. The storyline is about a girl who's good at lying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/113897454869111561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=113897454869111561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/113897454869111561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/113897454869111561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2006/02/simple-pleasures-in-life.html' title='simple pleasures in life...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-113888910028357813</id><published>2006-02-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:08:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 - Happy Year of the Dog...</title><summary type='text'>Fujisaki train station Dec.31,20052005 has come and gone...Time flies so fast. It's 2006 already. I've been in Japan for the past 7months and it seems like yesterday. A lot has happened since then and it feels like a dream. I visited my Sakai sensei's hometown in Kouchi prefecture last December. It was an exhausting but worthwhile trip. I've made new friends and even found a Japanese grandpa and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/113888910028357813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=113888910028357813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/113888910028357813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/113888910028357813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2006/02/2006-happy-year-of-dog.html' title='2006 - Happy Year of the Dog...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-112493027644992113</id><published>2005-08-25T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:37:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>パーティーに行きました</title><summary type='text'>here i am again writing to you about what happened last night. our company invited some prospective clients around fukuoka prefecture to hear about hiring Filipino IT engineers. they discussed about the scarcity of experienced IT engineers in the island since most of the IT graduates of Japan will go to Tokyo where the big companies are. though most of the talk are in japanese and some of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/112493027644992113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=112493027644992113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112493027644992113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112493027644992113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='パーティーに行きました'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-112470507124773286</id><published>2005-08-22T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:04:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever?!?!?!?!</title><summary type='text'>i feel bored. why? it's because our current project is so frustrating. can you imagine that they just gave a document and said that we have to finish it by the end of next month. it's not even that detailed. so what to do? i don't know. i don't want to do this but i have no choice. wahhhhh!!!! i want to bury my head in the sand and never come out. grrr... bear with me. for this day all i did was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/112470507124773286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=112470507124773286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112470507124773286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112470507124773286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2005/08/whatever.html' title='whatever?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-112434913790695804</id><published>2005-08-18T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:12:17.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interview (^ - ^)hi blog,it's 4pm in the afternoon here in fukuoka, japan. i just finished modifying the bug report i've been investigating since last night. thank you God!!! my computer is so slow that it would take about 10minutes to test 5 items. so bad, isn't it... well, that's life. but i'm glad that it's over now. we have a release around 5pm so i don't have anything to do right now. =)i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/112434913790695804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=112434913790695804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112434913790695804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112434913790695804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2005/08/interview-hi-blog-its-4pm-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-112375383953995385</id><published>2005-08-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:50:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夏休み（Summer Vacation)</title><summary type='text'>　　　　Here I am again writing in my blog. It's been a week since I last wrote here. This coming Aug 14-16 will be the Obon Festival here in Japan. They say it is the time of the month wherein their dead loved ones will come back to earth to visit their living relatives. Weird isn't it? =) Maybe not so weird since in the Philippines we do have the All Souls' Day and All Saints Day. One advantage of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/112375383953995385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=112375383953995385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112375383953995385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112375383953995385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-vacation.html' title='夏休み（Summer Vacation)'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-112233756663621674</id><published>2005-07-26T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T08:26:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nihon ni imasu...</title><summary type='text'>July 26, 2005Fukuoka, JapanDear Blog,Ohayou gozaimasu!It's been a long time since I last posted a blog. (obviously..hehehe) I'll try to post a new blog at least 3 times a week. Anyway, a lot has happened since the last time I've posted here. Currently, I'm in Japan working as a software engineer. I've been here for almost a month and I'm really enjoying my stay here. Besides the language problem,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/112233756663621674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=112233756663621674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112233756663621674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/112233756663621674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2005/07/nihon-ni-imasu.html' title='Nihon ni imasu...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109826484837714011</id><published>2004-10-20T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:40:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings ni Maila =)</title><summary type='text'>##========================##so beautiful, so lightso fleeting, quick to flight...long in comin', short in goin'you see today, tomorrow is gone...##========================##as i was browsing thru the emails looking for Pio's pictures to post in the blog, i came across an email he sent to me 2yrs ago. it was during the time that i had the chickenpox in Japan. he told me to take care of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109826484837714011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109826484837714011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109826484837714011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109826484837714011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/10/musings-ni-maila.html' title='musings ni Maila =)'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109725003280307044</id><published>2004-10-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:47:40.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ni-nen mae ni...</title><summary type='text'>as i was doing my coding these past week, a thought crept up on me time and time again. it's october, i'm supposed to remember something important. then, it dawned on me that it'll be the 2nd death anniversary of PIO. october 21, 2001, since THE DAY happened and changed my entire outlook in life. looking back on the past, i can say that it wasn't all bed of roses. we met when we were in college, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109725003280307044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109725003280307044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109725003280307044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109725003280307044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/10/ni-nen-mae-ni.html' title='ni-nen mae ni...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109593085315884877</id><published>2004-09-23T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T17:14:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger....</title><summary type='text'>      it's 4:59pm thursday afternoon. while i'm waiting for the clock to struck 5 'o clock, i tried to reflect on the events that happened to me this week. much as i would like to lessen the mistakes that my brother would make, i can't do that for him. sooner or later he has to stand on his own two feet. today is the culmination of that. tuesday &amp; thursday of this week came the late night (even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109593085315884877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109593085315884877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109593085315884877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109593085315884877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/09/anger.html' title='anger....'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109453154817306994</id><published>2004-09-07T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:32:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's treasures...</title><summary type='text'>here i am once again writing to my blog. it's been around 2days since I last wrote a blog. just want to share some pictures of our outing last saturday. it was fun to be with friends, friends where you can enjoy and show the real you. life is so good. As a summary, my friends and I celebrated Arlene's birthday in Mountainview Natures Park in Lahug. Of course, courtesy of Lenshwa's blow out to us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109453154817306994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109453154817306994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109453154817306994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109453154817306994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/09/lifes-treasures.html' title='life&apos;s treasures...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109428772540962864</id><published>2004-09-04T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:48:46.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wishes...</title><summary type='text'>Birthdays are always a blessings. It reminds us that God gave us a new year, new leaf at life. Special moments like these makes me realize how important friends and family can be.Though it's not really Arlene's birthday yesterday(it'll be tomorrow Sept.5) but we already gave her her gifts. Much more exciting to receive gifts and flowers from the office. Had a great time planning ways to really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109428772540962864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109428772540962864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109428772540962864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109428772540962864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/09/birthday-wishes.html' title='birthday wishes...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109409042110701370</id><published>2004-09-02T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:49:46.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><summary type='text'> Listening to the plans of my girlfriends(Ria &amp; Georgia) when/if they go to Manila, I said to myself "I want to go too...". Perhaps a part of me want to go with them, to enjoy their company.hehehe... Another part of me wants to get out of this city and go to Manila and experience what's it like living there. I could make a part of my dream come true, see Bagiuo and enjoy it's beauty. Being the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109409042110701370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109409042110701370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109409042110701370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109409042110701370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109392635917699694</id><published>2004-08-31T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:45:46.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's creation...</title><summary type='text'>Life is one great adventure! It always amazes me how great God is when one is faced with a place of great beauty. Talavera Retreat House is situated atop a mountain overlooking the City of Cebu. You can clearly see it from the rooftop deck and I can just imagine I'm on top of the world. Night time view of the city is spectacular, bright lights, fireworks lit up the sky once in a while and whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109392635917699694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109392635917699694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109392635917699694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109392635917699694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/gods-creation.html' title='God&apos;s creation...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109343577760234311</id><published>2004-08-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:09:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s. (post script)   =)</title><summary type='text'>    It's been a long time since I had my last post. Part of it was because I was busy coding on our prototype. Another is I just got tired writing to my post. hehehe... Well don't worry about it, I realize that it's another stress release for me writing here so I won't miss again.    Work is pretty frustrating especially that I can't figure out how to compile my implementation file to dll. Grrr</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109343577760234311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109343577760234311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109343577760234311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109343577760234311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/ps-post-script.html' title='p.s. (post script)   =)'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109343512303459915</id><published>2004-08-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T19:58:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a journey...</title><summary type='text'>    Life is simple when you were young. You have simple wants, dreams and pleasures. But as you got older your wants becomes much more complicated. Perhaps it's because of the media or maybe it's your peers or maybe it's the times. Whatever happens along the way on your journey of life, one must be thankful for the experiences that you had.    I'm 25 years old and I'm at the point of my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109343512303459915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109343512303459915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109343512303459915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109343512303459915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-is-journey.html' title='life is a journey...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109279273586794517</id><published>2004-08-18T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T09:32:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing race</title><summary type='text'>    Today is wednesday, August 18, 2004. Amazing race will be shown on AXN at 8p.m. this evening. It is a race around the world where there are 13couples competiting. The first team to arrive at the last destination wins! I guess life is like one amazing race. You could be eliminated early in life or you could be the winner. Either way it depends on what you decided as the game goes along. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109279273586794517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109279273586794517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109279273586794517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109279273586794517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/amazing-race.html' title='amazing race'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109194751591117691</id><published>2004-08-08T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T14:45:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanitarium visit...</title><summary type='text'>    It's been a long time since my last post. It's been a long week for me especially with my grandmother being admitted again to the hospital due to pneumonia. Had a scare too especially with her delicate heatlh but thankfully she's now doing fine and the doctors' said she has clear lungs. I'm not so sure when she'll be able to transfer to a regular room since she's at the ICU right now. Today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109194751591117691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109194751591117691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109194751591117691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109194751591117691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/sanitarium-visit.html' title='Sanitarium visit...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109150454626026324</id><published>2004-08-03T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:44:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Carlota Trip</title><summary type='text'>    Hello Blog. I'm here again and right now I'm sitting at my cousin's computer here in La Carlota. It took us about 1.5hours from Bacolod and it was raining as we entered the city. Driving was slow especially with the bad road but we had no idea since it wasn't raining when we drove from Bacolod. But before we came here, we visited Pio's grave at Rolling Hills Cemetary. It's always saddens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109150454626026324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109150454626026324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109150454626026324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109150454626026324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/la-carlota-trip.html' title='La Carlota Trip'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109134644726471008</id><published>2004-08-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:34:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend trip...</title><summary type='text'>    here i am sitting in JRS internet cafe, it's sunday around 3:35pm in the afternoon. too many events has happened in my life since i came to bacolod. saturday 4a.m., as i sat in the bus waiting for the time to travel to bacolod city, i recalled the happenings the night before and recalled that i had a great time with my girlfriends. we ate at Shakey's and boy we really had a great time eating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109134644726471008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109134644726471008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109134644726471008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109134644726471008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-trip.html' title='weekend trip...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109110504660118940</id><published>2004-07-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:44:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8:30 p.m.</title><summary type='text'>    Here I am in the internet cafe checking on my emails and posting another blog. I'm running out of ideas as to what title I'll give this so please bear with me...My day at work was pretty productive. I was busy investigating the bug Mr. Yabe emailed this morning. I've already finished the modification so I'll help Armi tomorrow with the other 2 bugs. I'll be gone for about a week so all bugs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109110504660118940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109110504660118940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109110504660118940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109110504660118940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/830-pm.html' title='8:30 p.m.'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109107689192395489</id><published>2004-07-29T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:27:32.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raincheck...</title><summary type='text'>    Listening to the pitter, patter of the rain outside, I long to go out and feel the rain on my skin. As I read Claire's blog, I do agree with her that life as a child is much more simpler compared to that of an adult.  You don't have to worry about money, lovelife and life, the only thing you have to worry about is when you'll be able to have fun again. But looking back, I did enjoy my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109107689192395489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109107689192395489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109107689192395489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109107689192395489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/raincheck.html' title='raincheck...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109098952165659500</id><published>2004-07-28T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:38:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's little quirks...</title><summary type='text'>    Life is full of surprises! Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. It's like a big game being played out and I'm one of its players. Yesterday was pretty emotional time for me especially finding out that my brother failed in 2 of his subjects. It feels like I failed too as a sister since I didn't know why this happened. But things have a way of working out. On a positive side, I'm glad it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109098952165659500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109098952165659500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109098952165659500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109098952165659500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/lifes-little-quirks.html' title='life&apos;s little quirks...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109089354454591769</id><published>2004-07-27T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:54:55.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bothered...</title><summary type='text'>    hello again my dear blog. i am bothered. my sister told me this morning that one or 2 of my brothers' grades were either NC or 5.0. i am afraid that he'll lose his scholarship because of his negligence. i sure hope not. i wish to almighty God that it's not true. please please don't let it be true. if it's true, i hope that he'll be given another chance to do better... afterthought :*******</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109089354454591769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109089354454591769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109089354454591769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109089354454591769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/bothered.html' title='bothered...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109089294060154627</id><published>2004-07-27T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T09:49:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewelry Galore</title><summary type='text'>    Hello my dear Blog! Here I am once again writing to you about the details of my life yesterday and today...Monday is a blue day for me since it means another boring day at work. And it's true since I had an undertime again for this week because I woke up late. ;p My morning was routinary, I check my mails, answered some of them, post to my blog, chat with Ria thru IP, had brunch and read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109089294060154627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109089294060154627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109089294060154627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109089294060154627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/jewelry-galore.html' title='Jewelry Galore'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109081573287954197</id><published>2004-07-26T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T12:22:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chat woes...</title><summary type='text'>    Am I cursed last week or what? I feel like I'm not in control of my life last week. My aunt and grandma are in the hospital and my brother is still the same old self, i.e. troublesome as usual. My parents are always at odds especially when it comes to money. Salary of my father didn't stretch out that much since there are plenty of bills to pay in addition to the food expenses due to my aunt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109081573287954197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109081573287954197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109081573287954197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109081573287954197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/chat-woes.html' title='chat woes...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109054519077992800</id><published>2004-07-23T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T09:29:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the air...</title><summary type='text'>    Thank God it's Friday! Last working day of the week, I can't wait to sleep until 11a.m. I feel pressured today. We'll have an interview with Mr. T together and I'm stressed out as usual. Besides that, I have a headache. I slept around 2a.m. again this morning and had 4hours of sleep. My head feels like cotton, I have a cold and my body feels like lead. Please bear with me, ok? Am I sick or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109054519077992800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109054519077992800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109054519077992800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109054519077992800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-air.html' title='In the air...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109046451102995194</id><published>2004-07-22T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T10:48:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workout and more...</title><summary type='text'>    My life yesterday started with the usual rush to the office with 4minutes to spare. Traffic as usual in the Talamban-Banilad area was heavy. I don't where all those cars came from but it seems like 7:30am is the time everyday goes to the office, school, etc. So far I didn't got late for this week so that's good news. =) 10:40a.m.    We just had our brunch in the canteen. Of course, eating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109046451102995194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109046451102995194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109046451102995194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109046451102995194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/workout-and-more.html' title='Workout and more...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109039352337114458</id><published>2004-07-21T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:05:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><summary type='text'>    Reading Ria's thoughts on "The ONE" gave me some affirmation to some of my realizations. Happiness should come from within. To make someone happy, one should also be happy. Being with someone should be for all the right reasons. I may rant and rave sometimes of not finding "The ONE" yet but I don't lose hope that I'll find him maybe not now but in the future. I still have nightmares of going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109039352337114458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109039352337114458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109039352337114458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109039352337114458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109038256413314335</id><published>2004-07-21T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T08:32:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you know </title><summary type='text'>i remember so well the day that you came into my life you ask for my name you have the most beautiful smile   my life started to change i wake up each day feeling alright with you right by my side makes me feel things will work out just fine   how did you know i needed someone like you in my life when there was an empty space in my heart you came at the right time in my life   i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109038256413314335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109038256413314335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109038256413314335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109038256413314335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-did-you-know.html' title='How did you know '/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109028482526550928</id><published>2004-07-20T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T16:53:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday sprint</title><summary type='text'>    Mornings are usually hectic for me. This morning is it! I had to sprint from the construction site near my office to the office log in machine with 5minutes to spare. I had the bad luck of riding a jeepney who had a flat tire 50m away from my destination. It's a bright day since Andy wrote me another email. He always make me smile whenever I read his emails. He told me about his day and what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109028482526550928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109028482526550928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109028482526550928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109028482526550928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/tuesday-sprint.html' title='Tuesday sprint'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109021043934139639</id><published>2004-07-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T17:05:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><summary type='text'>    Monday is the start of week I'm so not looking forward too! I got in for work around 9:33am so it was undertime. It was ok, its the first undertime I got these last 2weeks.It's a feat!!! Then the usual checking of emails, deleting emails and writing to my blogger. Nothing interesting to tell...    It's 4:53pm...I'm so bored!!! I want to do something. Something exciting! Not to study Java, C+</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109021043934139639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109021043934139639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109021043934139639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109021043934139639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109020968325367653</id><published>2004-07-19T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:51:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaisano marathon</title><summary type='text'>    Today is saturday! Andy woke me up early in the morning!!! Could you believe it. 6a.m. and he sent me a message saying hey! he's online. I wasn't expecting it since he didn't reply to my last email. Men are so inconsiderate sometimes! Still he's Andy so I was excited.hehehe...I had to knock on all the internet cafe at my village before I found one. It was embarrassing but what the heck, I had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109020968325367653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109020968325367653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109020968325367653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109020968325367653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/gaisano-marathon.html' title='Gaisano marathon'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109020629733187742</id><published>2004-07-19T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:49:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday post</title><summary type='text'>    My alarm went off at around 5:55am. Andy and I will have a chat by 6a.m. so I woke up early. He sent me a message that he's online at exactly 6a.m. so I had to walk fast to go to the internet cafe. I had a great time chatting with him even if it was too short. We talk about the weather, dating, his family and other stuff. I had a great time chatting with him. Next week Sunday(phil. time), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109020629733187742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109020629733187742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109020629733187742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109020629733187742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/sunday-post.html' title='Sunday post'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-109020765457125534</id><published>2004-07-17T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:52:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie night...</title><summary type='text'>    Friday is here again!!! It's my favorite day of the week. Today I had my usual morning meeting, get in late again for the 3rd time this month. I have to not get in late before the month ends otherwise I'll get a written warning this time. Arlene is still not talking to us but we decided to talk to her sort of like an open forum to clear things up.     By the time 5p.m. arrived, I'm excited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/109020765457125534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=109020765457125534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109020765457125534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/109020765457125534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/movie-night.html' title='Movie night...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636460.post-108987471201104591</id><published>2004-07-15T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T09:14:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton gone Mad...</title><summary type='text'>    This is my first post to my blogger. =) It's funny how simple things can go wrong in just a split second. I told myself when I get up this morning that "Today is our badminton day. We will have lots of fun...".    I got up early this morning since I don't want to be late again for the 3rd time this month. Traffic is very heavy near Talamban and Banilad area. It took me about 25minutes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/feeds/108987471201104591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636460&amp;postID=108987471201104591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/108987471201104591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636460/posts/default/108987471201104591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmaila.blogspot.com/2004/07/badminton-gone-mad.html' title='Badminton gone Mad...'/><author><name>vMaila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16548400613684030490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v385/vmaila/withFlowers1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
