tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44332817124843579662024-03-21T18:27:56.057-07:00Confessions of a (reluctant) BloggerA sneak peek to my life's misadventures, surprises, insights, miracles, blessings and a whole bunch of non sense. ♥karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-80177100102705975132011-11-15T22:34:00.000-08:002011-11-15T22:35:41.406-08:00Fragrant Harbour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ola! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I missed blogging but I can't find time. Really. I am still busy with a lot of things and I can't find my virtue.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Anyway, I know I still owe you a story about my recent trip to HongKong right? But if you could just wait a little longer and I'll find my way to get it over and done with. The only thing I did was to post a look at my LookBook account, it's been ages since my last post and of course I wanted to share the look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Here it is. :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This photo was taken by my Jr at Aberdeen Harbour at HongKong.<br />
I'm wearing a purple pedal dress that I got from Zara TRF, tan braided belt, tan patterned bag, caramel leather lace ups, chunky brown ring all from my most love brand H&M. I'm also carrying a vintage old rose cardigan from Bread and Butter. And my aviator sunnies are from Kenneth Cole.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I promise I'll work on my next post, I just hope and pray it'll be soon. But that's it for now, forgive my short post.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Did you liked my look..?? Send me some love and hype me click this link, <a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/2690341-Memoirs-of-Fragrant-Harbor" style="text-align: center;">http://lookbook.nu/look/2690341-Memoirs-of-Fragrant-Harbor</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love lots,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-44018537354170288972011-11-01T05:13:00.000-07:002011-11-01T05:15:09.317-07:00I Heart Girlfriends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Last weekend was a breath of fresh air for me. I mean literally! It was a long weekend and I went home to my nest to rest and catch up with everything that's going on outside the metro. I also had a date with my girlfriends (Namely, Sarah and Krizia) whom I haven't been with since I can't even remember when. (Oh my, I so missed them so much.) We met up late in the afternoon, (Okay, I have to admit, I came so, so late. Peace.) at N.E. Pacific Mall, the most decent mall on my province. We decided to see a movie since the last movie that I saw was, was... was... I can't remember! (Kill Me!) We watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1509767/">The Three Musketeers</a>, since Sarah saw yummy <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0089217/">Orlando Bloom</a> in flesh in a premiere in London. We also ate our ultimate favorite - Cheeseburger plain and fries from McDonald's (I can't even told you how much we love McDo. :p).The movie was okay, the costumes was remarkably impressive, lots of cute and yummy guys on the movie,<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000170/"> Milla Jovovich </a>did a great job but story wise? I don't know. It was fine though. We fought the urge to chat while watching since we paid for it and we have to get our money's worth, but we can't help having side comments on almost everything. After the movie, we did something really freaky and insane. (Forgive me for I can't tell you what it is, but if you're really nosy, send me a message and I'll tell you what it is.) :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">After the movie and the freaky and insanely thing that we did, we went to<a href="http://www.gloriajeanscoffees.com/ph/ourstory/ourcompany.aspx"> Gloria Jean's Coffee</a>-Cabanatuan. Sarah and I loves iced coffee and frappuccinos so much, we used to have gallons of iced coffee everyday during our reviews way back 2008. :p</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GJ's Coffee-Cabanatuan is a perfect spot to meet up with friends, although the place was quite small base on my opinion, they still have this cozy couches. Plus, they have an absolutely free Wi-Fi service, good for checking in and updating. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They also offer cakes and pastries that goes well for the coffees. Although I haven't tried everything, I loved their Oreo Cheese Cake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah had White Macadamia Frapp. I know I haven't tell you about Sarah, but I promise I will. One of these days. All I can say is, she's my partner in crime and she's very close to me. That all for now. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Krizia had GJ's Classic Iced Chocolate Frapp. I told you abut her before. We seldom see each other now, I was glad I was able to catch up with her. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had Coco Loco. The classic Mocha Frapp. I always go for the classic, that shows how unadventurous I am. I'm sometimes scared to try new things because they may not taste good and I'll regret it and it'll make me depress. Lol.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Funny I described my friends through their drinks! lol. :p<br />
With Sarah and Krizia. We've been friends since our first year in University. We remained friends through time. We shared a lot of things together and we love each other like sisters.<br />
Although we're missing the other half we just hope that the day will come that we'll be able to catch up and be complete. :)<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The day wasn't enough. We needed more time to chat and catch up. I realized I miss them so much, I realized I miss my friends. I miss chatting and laughing. I miss complimenting my girlfriends with their outfits and how we exchange our opinions on what's in and what's not. I miss shopping. I miss how my feet aches because of too much window shopping. I just miss spending time with girlfriends. :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weekend went well. I went to the cemetery to visit my loved ones and bonded with my family. We had a nice reunion actually, I went back to the jungle after a few hours in the cemetery. Good thing my travel went nice and smoothly. lol :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am looking forward for the next long weekend. I'm still lazy to work tomorrow. I just hope and pray that I won't have a long week end hang over. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's all for now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">More to come!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love lots,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">By the way, I went for a holiday last, last week. I'll tell you about it when I'm in the mood. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ciao! :p</div></div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-65863823259494506512011-10-25T08:02:00.000-07:002011-10-25T08:07:01.033-07:00Caught by Surprise<div style="text-align: justify;">Last October 16, I found myself in my hometown with Jr, as much as we can or as much as possible rather, we try to go home every week. Although it's exhausting and tiring we never ran out of reason to go home. It was also my Kuya Allan's Birthday, I remember that I already told you who he is. If you forgot, click <a href="http://karenheartilly.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-my-existence.html">this</a> and refresh your brain cells. Kuya Allan and Jr are great friends. I knew Kuya Allan even before I met Jr. He was very close to me. Even though we didn't knew each other for a long time, we share a bond that is true and sincere. He was responsible for the Jr and Karen Love Team, so now you know who's to blame. :p</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">The night before I went home, I received an SMS informing me that there'll be a surprise celebration for Kuya's birthday, and the master mind?? Melody, the very sweet girl who's the love of my Kuya's life.:)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Together with Jr's and Kuya's friends we planned the surprise celebration. The plan was, Melody will drag Kuya to<a href="https://www.shakeyspizza.ph/"> Shakey's Restaurant</a> for them to celebrate. Kuya didn't know that we'll show up with matching a lightened cake while singing a happy birthday. When we came out, he was at first unaware that the song was for him, when he finally saw us he turned really red and he looks like he just wanted to disappear. He was so embarrasse!. Kuya's not the type of person who likes attention. He also doesn't pay too much attention on his birthday. He feels like it's just an ordinary day for him. Good thing Melody was there to make that day extremely memorable.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Kuya Allan Edward Garcia. He's been friends with Jr since high school . He's one of my closest guy friend. I tell him everything and he knows and easily understand me. We're like real siblings, he treats and protects me like a real baby sister. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had supper at<a href="https://www.shakeyspizza.ph/"> Shakey's Restaurant</a> s pizza and pasta restaurant. They had a lot of branches all over the country. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The foods that we ate. It was on package actually, Two large pizzas, two pastas and a basket of chicken and mojos and two pitcher of soda or iced tea. I really fancy Shakey's fried chicken, it makes my mouth water every time I think about it. lol.<br />
For the rest of the menu, click <a href="https://www.shakeyspizza.ph/menus.asp">here </a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before and after dinner with the whole gang. Clockwise, Melody, The celebrant Kuya Allan, Albert, Mae, Eric, Meek, Criselda, Jr and I.<br />
It was nice to think that Jr's friends became my friends too. :)<br />
Trivia: you can figure out the before and after dinner photos just by paying attention on my lips. lol :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With the celebrant Kuya Allan and his girlfriend Melody. They've been together for almost nine months now. I am truly happy to see them together.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">After dinner and catching up, Jr and I went back to the jungle. We came home late and I was knackered. I planned to blog as soon as possible but my reluctant-ness did not permit me. lol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then my week started to become crazy. That's the reason why I blogged so late. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was a little busy. Too busy for me to forgot greeting my best friend on her birthday. Please forgive me for that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also went out of town, so try to watch out for that. I will try to blog whenever I can. Please bear with me. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.P.S.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks again Meek for the photos. I'm looking forward for the next photo shoot. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till next time hearties!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-41162286777083857702011-10-14T08:21:00.000-07:002011-10-14T08:21:42.448-07:00Bread Talk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">First off. Don't kill me for blogging just twice last month. It was my B-day month and yet all my reluctant-ness came out. A lot of things are happening, is just that, I've been so busy. Too busy that I rather sleep that update my blog or check my mails. I was busy that I've been absent to the virtual world too. I'm always in a rush and always running for time. Oh my! How many times do I have to blabber about this? Anyway, as I told you I'm always rushing so I tried walking while eating. Yes, grabbing a bite while walking helped me without being late. And my fave? <a href="http://www.breadtalk.com.ph/flosssworld/">Bread Talk.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I've been munching on <a href="http://www.breadtalk.com.ph/flosssworld/">BreadTalk</a> for as long that I can't remember. And finally this is the time that I'll tell you one of my faves. <a href="http://www.breadtalk.com.ph/flosssworld/">BreadTalk</a> is basically a store that offers breads, cakes and pastries. I love everything that <a href="http://www.breadtalk.com.ph/flosssworld/">BreadTalk</a> offers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bread Talk is an international lifestyle bakery that has different branches in some parts of the world. It has this signature store designs where in you could see the patisseries baking their breads, so the guarantee of having freshly baked breads are there. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On every store you will find these stalls or shelves where in the breads are displayed. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And you have to get your own tray and thongs to pick the bread of your choice. Talk about SELF SERVICE. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the breads that you could choose from. They have a wide array and they are guaranteed fresh. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cakes. They have this readily baked cakes. You could also order for the cake of your choice. Each has this elegant and sumptuous look. One of my faves would be the Chocolate mousse, Mocha Magic and Tiramisu. Yum-Oh!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More cakes! Every time your sweet tooth attacks don't hesitate to visit any bread talk branch. Okay? :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My ultimate fave at the moment.<a href="http://breadtalk.com.ph/flosssworld/"> Floss</a>! It has four flavors. Cheese Floss, Hot Chic, Fire Floss and the Original Floss. I can eat Floss everyday. Every breakfast. Lol. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The love of my existence adores this. The<a href="http://breadtalk.com.ph/flosssworld/"> Milky Dome </a>a.k.a. Rocky Rocky Milk. It's a danish pastry with milky cream </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me with my ridiculous expression. I asked Jr to take a photo of me while we're on an escalator, I told him to hurry up because I was scared I might fall off. That's the reason I wasn't able to get a decent photo. Forgive me. :p</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-81845608716450226412011-10-06T06:57:00.000-07:002011-10-07T08:06:47.132-07:00A Letter for the World<div style="text-align: justify;">Dear World,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm torn between being with you and being without you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If I permit that my life will be spent away from you, I know for sure that it would be empty and melancholic, on the other hand your life will grow and you'll be able to expand the things that you already know.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's very clear to me that your absence will be temporary and I will be able to see you whenever I wanted to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the distance scares me. You know what I've been through. Sometimes you blame my past for leaving a scar on my heart. For making me traumatize. But I have given you my all my trust, for you thought me how to trust a person again. Please don't get mad if I get stubborn and paranoid. Please understand my inexcusable fears. For I. Cannot. Afford. To. Lose. You. Not now, not ever.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Missing you will be mandatory for I will have no other choice but to feel it and the thought of you feeling the same, somehow gives me fulfillment. That you will long for me. Too. The situation makes me desperate. Do we really have to be apart? The simple things of just being with you with every chance that I get makes me contented. It fills my heart with happiness. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You know how important you are to me.. I tell it to you everyday. You know how my life literally changed right in the very minute that you walked into it. I was, deeply wounded and scarred when you came, but you made me feel that I shouldn't be treated like a trash. That I am special and I deserve the best. You melt my fears and you are the sole reason behind my smiles</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wanted to thank you for the simple things that you do. For cheering me up whenever my lips starts pouting. For doing the craziest things. Thank you for thinking of me everyday. For making me feel that I'm already a part of not just your present but your future as well. Thank you for making me feel beautiful. Thank you for the I love You's everyday. Thank you for all the best things that you've done and still does for me. Thank you for considering my welfare on every decision that you'll make. Thank you for always asking my opinion. Thank you for not taking me for granted. Again, no words are enough to tell you how grateful I am. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you. And I'll tell it to you everyday. And now that you're in a situation that you needed to make a decision, not just for yourself but for the both of us and our future as well, I want you to know that yes, I would love to be with you every single day of my life for you are the love of my existence but I am willing to sacrifice. I am willing to take the risk. I'm giving you all my trust. I'll lay it on the line. Whatever you're decision will be, I will just be here. Praying for you. Thinking of you. Supporting and loving you.I admit, I'm so scared of not being with you, but I trust you and I will respect your decision, whatever it will be because I know it'll be the best for US. I love you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Love lots,<br />
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</div><div>KarenHeartilly<br />
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</div></div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-44687885793486211862011-09-28T07:24:00.000-07:002011-09-29T08:59:16.321-07:00The Old Spaghetti House<div style="text-align: justify;">As I told you, I've been staying at the jungle for almost a month now. And I am beginning to chance my weekend-girlfriend status since the love of my existence and I is able to see each other almost everyday. I'm still on the blind side, still trying to be accustomed to things that I'm not really familiar with. I get tired everyday. I miss my long hours of sleep. I miss shopping for cheap things. I miss my Mum's dishes. I miss Isha ( I bet you don't don't who Isha is. But I promise to tell you about her when my elements return). I miss my Dad's nagging. I miss my room and my super comfy bed. I miss everything about home. But I'm also beginning to love everything around me now. The chance to see my boyfriend whenever I want to. The new things I'm learning and new friends I'm gaining. Plus, I had a ton of places to choose from when my tummy growls because of hunger. As being the unadventurous me, good thing dear boyfriend's there to drag me anywhere so we could try new things.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And one of our dine out is at <a href="http://www.theoldspaghettihouse.com/">The Old Spaghetti House.</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Old spaghetti House is a pizza and pasta restaurant. It has a lot of branches in the Philippines and we ate at the Walter Mart branch at Chino Roces near Jr's office.<br />
For more info about the wonderful resto. Click <a href="http://www.theoldspaghettihouse.com/index.html">here</a>.<br />
For the rest of the menu, click <a href="http://www.theoldspaghettihouse.com/templates/tosh/images/NEWMenuBoard-44inx31in.jpg">here</a>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The theme was cute and amazing. I remembered my Great Grandma's house when I saw the chairs. She had a dinning set very similar to it. Plus, the place has these old antique vibe also. With matching wood fading walls. I find it really nice and attractive. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jr had American Baked Spareribs. With matching Java rice and nachos. It was good. Jr was able to finish everything. The spare rib has this sweet tangy taste. It was okay for me. My rate? Three stars. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whilst I had US Beef Bistro Steak with Parmesan Spaghetti. I was first doubtful with the Parmesan spaghetti and I even asked if I could change my pasta, but it wasn't allowed so I decided to give it a try. The pasta was good but the steak gave me disappointment. I told the waiter that I wanted my steak well done but when it was handed over. It was over cooked! Imagine what an over cooked beef tastes like. Enough words. My rate? Two stars. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Golden Oreos cheered me up. It's a battered oreos fried till golden brown. It also has chocolate syrup and vanilla ice cream. It really made my heart melt. Lovely! Ratings? Five stars! Generous! lol.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The idiots. We look dumb I know. We can't help but look foolish. We were so hungry! :)<br />
Funny we didn't order the classic spaghetti since we're in a Spaghetti House. Right? :p</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Eating made me happy. It was fun trying out new things. I wish I could let you into more of our dinning experience. I will try to blog as much as I can. I'm being lazy for the past couple of weeks. And I noticed I'm blabbering too much too. Again, I will try to blog with sense next time. Till then...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love lots,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-19132314335493600122011-09-09T08:24:00.000-07:002011-09-19T06:43:21.137-07:00I am So LOVED!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I turned 24 last Sunday and I was so overwhelmed by the love that I received that day. First off. I went home to celebrate my natal day with my family. We just had lunch together, nothing fancy since I was really tired and I wanted to sleep for more than eight hours and my Mum was so busy as well. I also tried to went to the salon for a pamper-me-time but my attempt failed because my stylist was not available and I just went home with my haggard and old self. After spending little time with my family I went to back to the jungle since I needed to get ready for work the following day. And by the way I went to church as well, as much as possible, I try my best to make it to church every Sunday or at least once a week. I thanked God for all the wonderful things that He has done for me. Words will indeed never be enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm twenty four. I'm a year older. I am happier but I'm still finding my way to contentment. I still got a lot of things to pursue. A lot of things to achieve, to experience, to learn and to gain. I don't find life easy nor fair but I'm enjoying every single moment of it. I had regrets, that's for sure. But I'm trying not to hold onto them. Sometimes, I find it hard to let go on things, but as I grow older, I learn to let simple things don't bother me. But memories are buried deep, for I am the kind of person who doesn't easily forget. That's one thing I hate about myself, I guess. I can forgive, but I find it difficult to forget. At this point in time. I know exactly where my life is going, but still I don't. lol :p</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I didn't do anything fancy on my 24th life-sarry. And I thought it will just be an ordinary day for me but something or someone rather made it amazing. I think I don't need to give away any clue for you know for a fact who that person is. My Jr. Yes, the love of my existence. He picked me up from the salon because I was so sad that my make over was post-poned. And my eyes widened because I saw this red roses on the passenger seat. Yes, he gave me flowers. I can't really explain how a bouquet of flowers can make me happy but I'm sure my fellow ladies can understand how I felt and a Tiramisu Meltdown cake top it all off. I was really surprised since Jr's not the type of guy who would do something like that. (Before?? But he's beginning to be the hopeless romantic type so I'm getting used to it! He'll kill me if he reads this. Waha!) I felt like a princess! lol.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Another thing that amazed me was the number of people who flooded my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/karenheartilly">Facebook</a> wall and the numerous text messages that I received. The thought of it is making my heart burst into so much happiness. And I indeed felt that I am so, so loved! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was so inspired, I posted this on my LookBook account. This was again taken by Meek, a good friend of mine.<br />
I am wearing a peach H&M semi pleated cocktail dress with a satin detail and a see through effect. I paired it with my favorite nude leather lace ups platform wooden heels and my ever reliable Viviene Westwood leopard print fabric bag in old rose. To complete the look, I borrowed Mum's pink pearl necklace with an amazing pendant.<br />
What can you say..? Click this link to view my LB account and to hype my looks.<br />
<a href="http://www.lookbook.nu/karenheartilly">www.lookbook.nu/karenheartilly</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lovely roses that I got. They were very nice to look at. And I can't help but feel <em>kilig</em> every time I think about it. lol. :p </td></tr>
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I would just like to take this chance to thank all the people who remembered my special day. Who find ways to be able to wish me happiness. Who send me love and kisses. I couldn't be any happier. If <br />
I could just hug each and everyone you. I would. Thank of you.Thank you. Thank you.<br />
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I love you all! :)<br />
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More to come!<br />
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Love lots,<br />
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Older KarenHeartillykarenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-77174054532769699322011-08-30T08:16:00.000-07:002011-08-30T08:35:51.135-07:00I'll Call You When I'm Sober<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been gone for a while. I can't tell you what I've been up to for I want to keep it as a secret for now, but I promise I'll tell you all about it when the coast is clear. lol. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've also been away from the virtual and cyber world. My <a href="http://www.facebook.com/karenheartilly">Facebook</a> friends and <a href="http://www.twitter.com/karenheartilly">Twitter</a> followers can attest to that. I'm also away from home. Almost three weeks now. I've been staying at my Uncle's house for the mean time. And that's all I can tell you. I should keep my mouth shut now. It's not that I don't want to tell you but things are not clear and I don't want to pre-empt things. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I promise, that I will tell you everything about what's going on, but for the meantime I want to tell you how hard it is for me to be away from home. I know I'm a little exaggerating but this is the first time, in my 23 years of existing that I will be away from my nest. I find it hard honestly, but I'm not complaining. I really am not. It's just that, I find it not easy to be comfortable. I have to watch out for everything that I do. I know I haven't told you how I dread changes and that I'm naturally a stubborn person but I'm working my way out. As for living with my relatives, it's not easy also. It's not that they're not nice or anything (They are one of the nicest people that I can think of) but you know, you have to really on your best behavior since you don't want them to say anything bad about you right. I can fairly say that I'm doing well on the <i>"Pakisama"</i> factor. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I miss my Mum and Dad, so much. I can't help but be a cry baby sometimes when I think about them. I know I'm 23 and I should be a grown up and I should stop being melodramatic but I can't help it sometimes. You know what keeps me going?? Jr. Yes, the love of my existence. He keeps me sane. I hate changes. Being the stubborn me I find it so hard to adjust on life's major changes. There comes a point when I just can't take things on my own. And he was there, being my shock absorb-er. I just don't know what to do without him. This is me being the Parasite. lol. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh well, I think that's enough for my blabber. If you're wondering where to reach me, you can send me an E-mail at this address karen04_heartilly@yahoo.com or send me a message at this site. I'll be gone again for a while and I'm not sure when I'll be back but don't you worry about me. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ciao!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And oh, by the way. I got a <a href="http://www.lookbook.nu/karenheartilly">LookBook</a> account and here's my latest look! :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm wearing a vintage style dress from TRF. It has this cute flower prints, a nice collar and a wavy semi pleated effect. I paired it with a midnight blue quilted chain bag from French Connection and a three inch Zara silver heels with ribbon detail. And to complete the look I popped in my assorted bangles that I got from H&M.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This photo is taken my a good friend of mine who's a photo enthusiast. He loves taking pictures of anyone or anything. He says that he wants the world to be his studio. Check him out, click this link <a href="https://www.facebook.com/maykel.corpuz.mercado">Michael Mercaado</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for my photo. Click this <a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/2354353-Call-Me-When-You-re-Sober">link</a>. Hype me and show me some love! :)<br />
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That's all for now. I promise my next post will be with sense. lol :p<br />
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Cheers!<br />
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Love lots,<br />
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KarenHeartilly<br />
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I just thought that I will try to describe my LookBook outfit and try to write something about it here on my blog. Just like everybody does. What do you think? Great idea? Let me know what you think! :)<br />
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I'll be turning twenty four in five days! Can you believe it?? :p<br />
Send me Presents!!!! :p</div><br />
karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-26525715809587710862011-08-08T21:31:00.000-07:002011-08-08T21:52:17.336-07:00My Name is Memory<div style="text-align: justify;">My current mood is blasted. I got a lot of things going on my mind. Doubts and pre-chills of betrayal are raging over me so I needed to write something to keep my moods on the loop. These are the moments when I badly needed someone to hug me while I cry but unfortunately no one's available so I'm here facing my keyboard and fighting the urge to break down. :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of Google.com<br />
Author: <a href="http://annbrashares.com/">Ann Brashares</a><br />
Release Date: June 01, 2010<br />
Genre: Fiction<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I've read the book a few weeks ago and I can't help but to tell you all about it. It was recommended by a friend whom I miss so much. The book is about TRUE LOVE. On my first pages, I thought it was like Bella-Edward-Twilight-Love-Affair but I was wrong because the story was more complicated and a lot more thrilling. It's about re-incarnations and how a person can manage to remember all his past life. Imagine how complicated it is. Daniel and Lucy shared a love so endearing that they searched the world through time to be together. The problem is, only Daniel can remember and Lucy doesn't know that the love of her life was looking for her. There was a lot of moment when they finally saw each other but every time Daniel attempts to tell Lucy everything about their past something miserable happens. I felt frustration and helplessness while reading the novel, although I know in my heart these things are impossible I still can't help but be affected by the story. It really changed my views. The book has a different attack to the readers, it has flashbacks and history settings. (If you've read <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Time_Traveler's_Wife">The Time Traveler's Wife</a>, you know what I'm talking about) That's why it has a different appeal to me, at any moment the author can really take you back on time. I don't want to go into details about the book since I want to feed your curiosity and I want you to read it yourself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/UoGxOju4PKI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upon hitting the stores, it gained a lot of fans in just three weeks. Here's a trailer made by a fan. Enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Video Courtesy of Youtube.com</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This will be my Book of the year! :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know and I've read that this book will turn out to be on the big screen. I also heard that it's a trilogy so don't forget to watch out for the next. So, Next time you hit the bookstore grab this book and fell in love like I did. ♥</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Want to know more about the author Ann Brashares? Click <a href="http://annbrashares.com/">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm feeling better now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See you in a few! More to come!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love lots,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-72158810469701312582011-08-07T06:20:00.000-07:002011-08-07T06:24:22.134-07:00A Piece of Heaven on Earth Part Four<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Day three as usual started early. We had to get going because our flight was scheduled at one in the afternoon so we needed to wrap up our day tour for just four hours which by the way is only the allotted time for our rented van. We rented a van for ourselves since our flight details doesn't fit an ordinary city tour, we paid extra, of course. We were picked up by the van around seven in the morning, I was not hyped that time since I'm clearly not a morning person but Jr was the opposite, he was all smiles and full of energy. We had the same driver, Kuya Lito who also served as the tour guide.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">First stop. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>The Baywalk.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The baywalk is I think very similar to the popular Baywalk in Manila Bay. Kuya Lito once said that it was a squatters area before but the government did a lot of rehabilitations and they relocated the squatters to a much nicer place where the houses where 20 years to pay. And the residents was also assigned to maintain the cleanliness and orderliness of the area. I admired Puerto Princesa's government for that. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Warning! You'll be seeing a lot of photos of me, since Jr had a great time taking snap shots of me and the place. I found the Baywalk peaceful. When we got there, the weather was gloomy and Mr. Sun didn't do his job that time, but that was okay. I enjoyed the view anyway. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More picture of me on the way. lol<br />
Pawalan has a very large fishing industry that's why they're taking good care of the sea. They're very particular with their garbage and you could really tell how clean the city was.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">There's really nothing much to do on the Baywalk aside from taking pictures, but maybe if Jr and I got plenty of spare time we could just stay there and watch everything. I could even picture myself reading a good book there or even ride a bike or just sit on a bench and watch the sunset, that would be really romantic. Ayay! :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a few pictures taken from at the Baywalk we headed to <a href="http://www.palawanboard.com/plaza-cuartel.php">Plaza Cuartel</a> which is a few minutes drive from the bay. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.palawanboard.com/plaza-cuartel.php">Plaza Cuartel</a> doesn't have an entrance fee. You just have to be polite at the people guarding the place. The place was well kept. Grounds are swept and grasses were trimmed. I again noticed how clean it is. Staying at the plaza will give you that "close to the nature" feeling, it has a lot of trees, a fountain and this bronze marker that according to it contains the eleven names of prisoners of war who managed to survived the massacre that happened to the said place. Upon reading what the marker said the hair on the back of my neck just raised. I can't believe people died and a war happened to the place.</span></td></tr>
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Just across the plaza was the <a href="http://www.palawanboard.com/immaculate-conception-church.php">Immaculate Conception Cathedral</a> , the city's largest catholic church. When I went inside to say a little prayer I can't help but admire it's architecture.</td></tr>
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Next stop. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Palawan Museum.</b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Palawan Museum is very much typical like other museum that I've been too. It's a few minutes drive from the city proper. Just right in front of the city's covered court. I wish my province could have a museum too.</td></tr>
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The museum reflects the place's rich culture. I saw a lot of interesting stuffs for a very affordable admission fee of 20php.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw this and it caught my attention. I'm not sure if this is <i>Alibata </i>(Filipino's Native Alphabet) or <i>Cuyuno </i>(Palawan's Native Dialect)<i>. </i>I really can't tell. :p</td></tr>
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<div>After traveling back in time we're set to the next destination.</div><div>It's a 20-30 minutes drive from the city, located at the heart of Baranggay Sta. Monica lays a sanctuary of cold blooded creatures.</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A candid photo of Jr and I at the <a href="http://www.1000kmedia.com/adventure/tcf.html">Crocodile Farm</a>. The farm is well taken cared of by the government and some volunteers. It is under the Wildlife Rescue and Conservation Center. Upon entering we paid 40php each for admission fees. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">This overwhelming skeleton and skin belongs to the largest crocodile that was captured some time in the 90's. It's about 5 meters or 16 feet in length starting from the nose up to the tip of the tail. When it was captured it was discovered to have an eaten half body of a human inside (Yikes!) but it later died d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">ue to stress</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">, according to the tour guide. </span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The baby crocs, placed inside fiber glass tanks. They are keep here until they're fully grown. Some of them are juvenile, some of them has defects and most of them are very much alive and always ready to bite. :)<br />
If you find these baby crocs fascinating, click <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocodile">here</a> for more information.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm really not scared on how the way they look. But as I think of the things that they could mercilessly do to human being, that's when I get pre-chills of fear. There's this news about a crocodile named <i>Pilo </i>he was captured in one of the Baranggays in Puerto Princesa, he was hunted down because he ate a nine year old girl in the river. Although I didn't caught a glimpse of him because he died few months ago, it still give me the creeps when I think about the story.<i> </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After about 10-15minutes of tour on the crocodile sanctuary, guests are allowed to wander in the mini forest/zoo/nature park. Although some of the trails are quite confusing, you'll still end up on one exit. :)</td></tr>
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We saw a lot of birds and animal, mostly wild. I was tired and my shoes were full of mud. But I liked everything I saw.<br />
I just wish there'll be more animals next time. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the nature park tour, we were allowed to hold a baby crocodile. The photo op cost 30php . As I touched them, they were really cold and their skin was really hard and rough. I haven't touched anything like it before. I was scared at first but I conquered my small fear. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jr was not scared even a bit. I didn't know if his just showing a bravado or something. Maybe the taped mouth of the baby cros gave him the assurance. lol :p</td></tr>
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There were also souvenir shops and restaurants at the area, although we've so much wanted to try the crocodile meat we didn't have spare time. We just stopped to grab and buy keepsakes for our loved ones. We were running out of time so we immediately went to the next stop.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">Mitra Ranch.</span></b><br />
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Mitra Ranch was located at the same baranggay.<br />
Mitra Ranch was a private hacienda actually, it was first owned by former senator Ramon Mitra and is now owned by Baham Mitra whose the 2nd district congressman of the city.<br />
The place was open to the public but the house maintained it's privacy. Our tour guide said that government officials usually conduct meetings at the said place.<br />
The huge house has a wonderful view, overlooking is the amazing Honda Bay.<br />
There's also a zip-line that's readily available for the tourists, as I said Jr and I are running for time so we weren't able to try it. At least we still got something to look forward to and that's another reason for us to go back.<br />
Here's some blog about Mitra Ranch since they don't have an official website.<br />
<a href="http://manila-mania.blogspot.com/2008/09/mitra-ranch-palawan.html">http://manila-mania.blogspot.com/2008/09/mitra-ranch-palawan.html</a><br />
<a href="http://www.localphilippines.com/attractions/8151/mitra-ranch">http://www.localphilippines.com/attractions/8151/mitra-ranch</a><br />
<a href="http://justapieceofme.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/zipline-at-mitras-ranch/">http://justapieceofme.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/zipline-at-mitras-ranch/</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were lots of benches that you can sit on, the place was relaxing. It has fresh air and an amazing view.<br />
I also loved the flowers. lol :p<br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Few blocks from Mitra Ranch was Baker's Hill. This one's my favorite actually. Although I haven't been there before I've heard a lot of good things about the place and indeed it was awesome.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upon entrance you'll be captivated by the place, it's like the things that you see on fairy tales.<br />
They have these statues and figures that can really caught anyone's attention.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I want something like this in the future.<br />
I got intrigued by this house inside Baker's Hill, maybe it's the owner's house or something. I didn't got the chance to ask because, as I said we're running out of time.<br />
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Jr and I had a wonderful time taking photos of everything that we saw. I really loved the place and I really wanted to stay longer. But we can always go back right?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aside from selling breads and pastries, there's also a restaurant that offers fine dinning. Again, I was dying to try the food but Kuya Lito was rushing us. :(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I super love this photo. I was so happy when I saw it that's why I can't resist putting it here so forgive me.<br />
Taken at Baker's Hill on the way out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The famous <i>Hopia</i>. I can't give the exact translation of <i>Hopia</i> in english so better yet click <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopia">here</a>.<br />
It has three flavors, <i>Hopiang Monggo, Ube</i> and <i>Baboy. </i>Jr and I bought<i> </i>all flavors and they were all so good. Nothing like I've ever tasted. I want one right this very minute. :p<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">The Butterfly Garden.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.experiencepalawan.com/butterflygarden.php">Butterfly Garden</a> serves as a shelter for butterflies and different insects. For a 50php entrance fee you'll got a chance to explore the garden by your own. I have a soft spot for butterflies since I find them very pretty. I almost ran all over the place because I was chasing them. I felt a kid again. Jr was busy taking snap shots of the place but when he hand me over the camera, I saw him chasing the butterflies too. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't help grinning. I was able to catch a few of them. Yes, I caught them. Touching them and seeing them fly from me is priceless. :)</td></tr>
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There were also other insects and animals that can be found inside the garden. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The scorpions.<br />
We were allowed to touch it. Only with assistance of course, they don't normally sting, unless they feel threatened. So we're really careful on touching them.<br />
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</tbody></table>After getting close to nature. We hurried back to our van for our last top.<br />
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Last stop.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b> Binuatan Creations.</b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As being the final stop I was not disappointed. Located at Pajara, Sta. Monica a few minutes ride from the city Binuatan Creations is the home of the world class quality woven bags, mats, saucers, table runners, slippers, window curtains, blinds and etc. They use indigenous materials such as grasses and <i>buri</i>. It was nice seeing the workers weaving intricate designs patiently, one of them was kind enough to teach me how to do the traditional weaving. It was hard, and it will really take a lot of patience and inspiration to finish a product and for that, kudos to the people at Binuatan Creations! Thumbs up to you guys! :)<br />
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Here's some other blogs about Binuatan Creations.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.pusangkalye.net/2011/06/binuatan-weaving-creations.html">http://www.pusangkalye.net/2011/06/binuatan-weaving-creations.html</a></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; font-size: small;"><a href="http://xplorerboyz.blogspot.com/2011/03/binuatan-creations.html">http://xplorerboyz.blogspot.com/2011/03/binuatan-creations.html</a></span><br />
<a href="http://www.byahilo.com/2011/07/14/binuatan-creations-puerto-princesa/#axzz1U9ejY4ZR">http://www.byahilo.com/2011/07/14/binuatan-creations-puerto-princesa/#axzz1U9ejY4ZR</a></td></tr>
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After our memorable city tour we were dropped off to the airport by Kuya Lito. We just waited for few minutes before boarding. Jr and I were so tired, we also got a lot of things on hand, most of them are keepsakes. But I was really happy and content. Although we haven't explored the whole city and we weren't able to try everything, I was still contented.We just hope and pray that we'll be able to go back to the city and gain precious memories again. I can't tell you how happy I was, but my photos are enough to show how I feel right? So let's see each other again. On my next trip I think. It'll be this October. I won't get into details because I wan't you to keep on guessing. I'll give one clue though. It's in Asia. lol. :p<br />
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I hope you did have a good time too. :)<br />
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See yah!<br />
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Love lots, KarenHeartilly<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My favorite shot of the day. Taken at Baker's Hill. And take note, we got this with just one try. :)</div></td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please don't forget to support the Puerto Princesa Underground River. It really deserves a place of the New Seven Wonders of Nature. To vote on line, click <a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/vote-2">here.</a> And to vote via mobile click <a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/vote-by-phone">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div></div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-71592479701441272312011-08-02T00:09:00.000-07:002011-08-04T03:06:46.532-07:00A Piece of Heaven on Earth Part Three<div style="text-align: justify;">After re-charging our energies, we're off to another adventure. But we can't do that if we're hungry. So again I asked our receptionist Ate Zahara, where's the best place to eat. She again suggested a lot of place. I was torn between <a href="http://www.kaluirestaurant.com/">Ka Lui Restaurant</a> and <a href="http://www.palawanboard.com/badjao-seafront-restaurant.php">Badjao Seafront Reastaurant</a>. Ka Lui was a few blocks from where we stay while Badjao Restaurant was like kilometers away from us. I had a hard time thinking since I really had to choose between the two because that will be our last supper in Puerto Princesa since we're headed back home the following day. So I was heart broken because I really find it hard to choose. I read about the two restaurants and I also saw the reviews and both of them are a must see place and they both offer good food but I ended up choosing Badjao Seafront Restaurant because first, we needed to ride a tricycle (I was dreaming to ride the tricycle the moment I saw it.) to be able to get there since Ka lui is a few blocks from us I'm sure Jr will insist that we should just walk. And second it was slightly raining so walking is not ideal. After approximately five minutes, I made up my mind. We'll be having supper at Badjao Seafront Restaurant. lol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The tricycle. Reminds me of the famous <u>Tuk-Tuk</u> in Thailand. The trike ride just costs 8php per person. Puerto Princesa's tricycles only got two colors Blue, which are coded every Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. White which are not allowed to go out during Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. They had this very strict color coding schemes to avoid crowded streets. I admire their government for formulating and implementing this kind of policy. I wish something like this can be done to my city.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Choosing Badjao Seafront Restaurant didn't disappoint me. Upon entering you have to walk through this long covered, steady and safe bridge (Not hanging). And you could really feel the ecosystem vibe. I saw a hundred mangroves in the area. I also saw a lot of different trees and it was really beautiful. It was captivating! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> I've been told that reservations are suggested before showing up on a restaurant like this since a lot of people come to this place but we were lucky we were seated on a nice spot even though we haven't got any reservations.<br />
And this is the view while we're eating. Amazing, isn't it? :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Click the photo for a larger view)<br />
Inside the resto, it's open air so you could really feel the fresh air circulating. It has this colorful lamps and lights and banners with cute designs and textures. I loved everything on it. Including the huge fruit boat shaped basket on the right bottom corner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Menu. I din't had a hard time choosing what to eat since I already know what I want. CRABS! :)<br />
They offer a lot of sea foods, all shapes and sizes. They guarantee it's freshly caught and cooked.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had (Top to bottom): Clam soup with garlic, which Jr loved<br />
Steamed crab with garlic which I loved! :)<br />
and Sizzling squid which Jr and I loved! :)<br />
Love, love, love. lol</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The crabs weighed 200 grams, we just ordered a piece since it was unbelievably expensive. But we got our money's worth. It was so good. Jr and I finished everything including it's <i>Sipit (</i>pincer/crab tongs/claws whatever.) :p </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Says, Thank You in English. I was full and Happy. I was also glad that choosing Badjao didn't turned out to be a disappointment. I wish I could go back and I'll give Ka Lui a chance. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.itoyscoffeehaus.com/">Itoy's Coffee Haus</a> is like Palawan's version of Starbucks. Yes, they got their own.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">Inside Itoy's. Cozy and Comfy. They offer coffee of course, coffee based drinks, pasta, cakes and pastries and other concoctions. The place was nice and relaxing. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">Jr had, Charlie Brown which is White Frappe, it's not coffee based since Jr doesn't like coffee as much as I do. Whilst I had the classic Mocha Frappe. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">We also had Chocolate Moist Cake, which is not that moist and it also had caramel in the middle that I didn't like. Jr thought it was okay but I was looking for the REAL Chocolate moist cake without the caramel of course.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">But the drink made a statement. Jr liked his and I fell in love with mine. I also fell in love with the whipped cream and I just found myself kissing it. lol.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was indeed happy. I was caffeinated and I got a lot of memories inside my brain and my heart felt like it would just burst with too much delight (Okay, now, I'm exaggerating. :p)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I clearly had a great time, we walked back to the hotel hand in hand. It was really fulfilling. What a way to wrap day two. I guess I'll see you on day three? :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-17168700314016884282011-08-01T22:44:00.000-07:002011-08-04T03:06:46.532-07:00A Piece of Heaven on Earth Part Two<div style="text-align: justify;">If you're following me on <a href="http://twitter.com/karenheartilly">Twitter</a> you probably know why it took so long for this follow up post. And if you're not following me, well I think this is the perfect time for you to do so. I was devastated when my post was deleted for the reason that I can't figure out until now. So, I summoned all my strength to come up with a new one. I know this won't be exactly like what I did but I will try my best to at least make it better.</div><br />
And here I go. Again.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">The second day started early. Jr was up around five in the morning and it took all his strength to wake me up. He succeeded on waking me up at past six in the morning. I fixed myself as quickly as possible because the van that will pick us up from the hotel will arrive at 7:00AM. You're probably wondering where are we going? We'll get to that later, you just have to read my blabber first. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The van contained 10 people, excluding the driver and our tour guide. (So that makes it 12, I just wanted to make sure your reading. lol) When we were seated comfortably the journey began. We needed to go to Barangay Sabang which is a one and a half hours travel from the city proper. Together with Kuya Lito (Driver), Ate Roms(Tour guide), an old couple, a young couple and a family of four we enjoyed the view and trivial stuffs that our tour guide fed us. As for the road, the travel was an uphill climb, very similar to the roads of Baguio City, full of sharp curves, wavy and sometimes rough roads. Half way through the travel we stopped at Buenavista View Deck.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Buenavista View Deck is a stop over on the way to Sabang. It has restrooms, variety stores, souvenir shops and an amazing view.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the top. It's one of the moments when you can't help but stare. I stayed there for a couple of minutes because views like this make my heart stops. ♥</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On top of the deck. Good thing my slight acrophobia didn't came out. We fooled around and manage to take a snap of it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mandatory photo opt. As much as possible Jr and I tried to have a picture like this on every places that we go to. Yes, I know, vomit-inducing. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is St. Paul's Mountain, underneath is where we're going. (I won't reveal it now. Keep guessing.)</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">After almost two hours travel by land we arrived at Sabang port. Where in the last travel by boat will begin. At the receiving area, our tour guide asked for our ID's since it's necessary for safety purposes. We didn't do anything for our tour guide arranged everything for us, it was part of the tour package so forgive me if I weren't be able to tell you how much the trip costs. The port was a typical looking port. It also has stores, souvenirs shops and restrooms. The place was organized aside from the vendors I guess.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Sabang Port. Last stop to the amazing place that we're about to go to. I'll reveal it in a few moments, but you probably have a clue already. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The port is clean as usual. I know I haven't told you about how clean Puerto Princesa was but I'll get to it, probably on my next post. I have to get on with this for now. The port was also equipped with signages and trivial stuff so you won't get bored while waiting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the background (Look closely, the one with the red circle) is a face figure of a man. They call it "The Giant". That's the St. Paul's mountain and we were so close to the moment of truth. lol.<br />
If you haven't see it by now, you probably should get someone to help you. Kidding. :p</td></tr>
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These are some of the things that we saw during the boat ride. :)</td></tr>
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Jr was really not good at photography at first, but he was always in charge on pictures on every trip that we go to, since I can admit that on that subject he's way way better than me and he's getting good at it now. Take a look on the photos that he got. :)<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">The boat took us to the island where we'll take a short trail to be able to get to where we're heading. The boat ride was okay. I'm glad I didn't got seasick. I can tell that the waves are stronger compared to the waves at Alaminos when we go to Hundred Islands National Park last May. It also took us approximately 20-25 minutes travel by water, And when we arrived. All I saw is paradise. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This greeted us. Wonderful views. Ready for the big reveal??? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And here we are!!! At world famous <a href="http://undergroundriver.net/">Underground River</a>. Can you believe it..??? lol.<br />
We'll Jr and I really looked forward for this trip. This Underground river is responsible for placing the Philippines on the map. It is one of the finalist on the ongoing search for the World's <a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/">New Seven Wonders of Nature</a> and I can't believe we explored it. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took a short trail to be able to reach the cave entrance. The floor is covered with wood so you really have to look where your going. It also adds love the nature effect. It's also a part of the forest so I saw a lot of trees and plants as well.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">And after a short trail. This is what we saw. I literally stopped walking and talking when a got a glimpse of this place. It was really spell binding. And one glimpse and I was captivated. No doubt about that :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For safety. We were requested to wear life vests and safety hats. Does bright colors suits me? lol :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After gearing up, we were seated at the small boat (It's like a kayak boat or something. Please forgive my ignorance). The boat accommodated 11 people, including our boat man whom I forgot the name. He's also in charge to the rowing (I can't imagine how he will be able to row for all of us. He was so strong.) The boat is also equipped with a flash light which will only be the source of light once we get inside the cave. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upon entering. I was really anxious and scared. First, it was pitch black. I'm not really scared of the dark or something since I use to sleep with my lights off but that was different. It felt like you're trying to open your eyes because you thought it's closed because you can't see anything. That's how dark inside. Am not exaggerating. lol.<br />
Second, the water was too deep. Our boatman said that it was like 20 feet deep or something and although I got a life vest wrapped around my body paranoia found it's was to me. Yay!<br />
And third is my never ending dread for bats. I'm not a huge fan of it. I'm a little scared with their looks and I hate their smell. It's really something I can't take.<br />
But all this fear melt away when I saw the inside. It was like your in a different world and you really have to be careful because that world isn't yours. That's what it made me feel actually. And your imagination can really be tested inside because your free to come up with your own interpretations on the shapes of the stones.<br />
The locals even came up with a joke about the cave, they're saying that when something drops on you and if it's cold, it's "Holy Water" but if it's warm it's "Holy Shit" lol.<br />
The navigation took us 45minutes back and forth. It was 8.2km so it was really long but there's no single moment that I felt boredom, I was high with adrenaline of excitement.<br />
I guess I can't think of the right words to describe all the things that I saw. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalagmite">Stalagmites</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalactites">Stalactites</a>, different mineral stones and structures that were nurtured by nature was indescribably beautiful. It was really one of a kind. But I got my favorites, a stone formation with the shape of a woman's back, they called it Sharon Stone. The Holy Family, that really looked like Joseph, Mary and Jesus. The different sizes of mushroom, the remarkable shapes of different vegetables and animals. Mother Nature is indeed very creative.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the UR experience we needed to get back so we're be able to see the monkeys and <i>Bayawaks </i>or Monitor Lizards at the opposite trail. It was really an unforgettable experience and I'm still over the moon happy because I shared it one of the most important person in my existence. ♥</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Forgive my look. I was not scared at first. I even wanted to touch the<i> Bayawak </i> or Monitor Lizard but the locals told me that they are not tamed and they could hurt me. That's when I got scared.<br />
Were not able to see the monkeys because they were at the mountains, too bad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">After the trip we headed back to Sabang port for the lunch that was also included to the tour package. We arrived at Taraw Vista Lodge and Restaurant half past twelve in the afternoon. Just the right time because we're starving! :p</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taraw is right in front of the beach so having these Nipa Huts that served as dining areas gave that fresh from the ocean vibe and you can really smell and feel the breeze from the sea while eating. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taraw caters a buffet lunch with a variety of choices. They served Filipino foods that day. I had grilled pork which was so tender and flavorful and the best sauteed<i> Kangkong </i>(Swamp Cabbage) that I ever tasted. It's half cooked with oil and soy sauce, it's still crunchy but it's not under cooked. I really fell in love with it. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This caught my attention. It's like chicken with tamarind base soup or <i>Sinampalukan</i> in tagalog with coconut. Yes, the idea was weird but it really tastes good. It also has coconut shavings that added sweetness to the taste. It's tangy with a little bit of sourness. I really can't explain but it really was good. :)<br />
For those of you who wanted to try this but you can't come to Palawan. I heard it's available on <a href="http://www.google.com/#sclient=psy&hl=fil&source=hp&q=Cabalen&pbx=1&oq=&aq=&aqi=&aql=&gs_sm=&gs_upl=&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&fp=251140ff8b3018dc&biw=1280&bih=634&pf=p&pdl=3000">Cabalen Restaurant</a>, a famous restaurant with a lot of branches in the Philippines.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After lunch. We figured that we should help our metabolism burn the food that we ate so we decided to walk and explore the areas since we'll be leaving Sabang at 1PM. And the beach really is relaxing. I really had a great experience.<br />
Happy Tummy. Happy Heart. ♥</td></tr>
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Jr and I fell asleep on the way back, maybe because our adrenaline was drenched during the UR trip. But everything was okay. We we're dropped off at our hotel and Jr and I decided that we should rest first so we'll be able to spend the rest of the day exploring Puerto Princesa. And, I will tell you the rest of our Day two, on my next post! :p<br />
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I promise it won't take long.<br />
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Love lots,<br />
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KarenHeartilly<br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-77091558749592964222011-07-13T21:51:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:26.660-07:00A Piece of Heaven on Earth<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been blabbering about my recent trip on my previous posts right? And maybe your getting sick of it. So now, finally, I will tell you about that trip. Jr and I went to Puerto Princesa City, Palwan. Some says that it was the Philippine's last ecological frontier, some says it's the last ecological biodiversity but for better understanding. Click this link <a href="http://wikitravel.org/en/Palawan">http://wikitravel.org/en/Palawan</a>. Palawan has been popular because of it's breath taking sceneries, beaches, culture, food and people. There was also a lot of campaigns about the place. One is for it to be placed on the New Seven Wonders of Nature which where it's a finalist and second is the campaign for the removal of the mining industry in the said place. I don't wanna sound as a travel expert so I should stop right there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I have told you about Jr and I's second year anniversary and we decided to celebrate it there. We went to the island on the 29th of June and we spent three days and two nights there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our flight was around 3:45 in the afternoon. But due to the bad weather on some areas in the country our flight was cancelled for an hour. After waiting and fooling around at the pre-departure area we bored at around 4:45PM. Our flight went alright, smooth take off and landing. (I so, so hate airplanes for I have a slight fear of heights). We arrived at the Puerto Princesa Airport at around 6:00PM, we were fetched by the a van that was included on our hotel package. It only took us 10-15minutes travel to reach the hotel. We stayed at <a href="http://www.remaripension.com/">Remari Pension Hotel</a> located at Rizal Avenue just in front of the provincial capitol. The hotel was okay. The staffs are friendly, hospitable and accommodating. The rooms are clean and a convenience store was located just below the hotel. Our stay there didn't gave us any hassle. None at all. :) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the pre-departure lounge. We were kinda anxious when we heard that our flight was delayed because we are running for time. We needed to be there before 6:00PM. Why? I'll tell you about it later. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While waiting for the flight. I read a book, teased Jr and played Pig shot just to shook boredom.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The game that am talking about. Jr and I are currently addicted to it. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the plane. We were seated at the third row, thank God for it assures less turbulence. After the take off and when the seat belt sign is turned off the flight crew did a little entertainment by conducting a game entitled currencies of the world where in they name a country and for you to win you have to name the currency of that country. And to cut the story short, I won and that's my price. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our flight just took an hour. We landed swiftly and we arrived past six in the evening at Puerto Princesa Airpot. As I said, we were fetched in the airport for it was included on our hotel package.</td></tr>
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We just checked our room, left our things, freshen up and went back down stairs for we are bound to the first part of our itinerary.<br />
Our first stop. Iwahig Firefly Watching.<br />
Baranggay Iwahig is approximately 30-40minutes from the city proper. Our driver Kuya Kenneth, also served as in instant tour guide. Good thing we rented the van for ourselves. When we arrived just in time, I saw cottages and picnic areas. I haven't seen any firefly before so it's one of the things I've been looking forward to. Included on the package that we arranged is the boat that will take us where the fireflies stays. We had a boatman (that I forgot the name no matter how much I recall) that was in-charge for the rowing (I even asked Jr to row but he doesn't know how to!), the travel consisted of a 1km travel by water that took us 45 minutes. There were a hundred mangroves at the area and that made the air clean. We also did some star gazing for our boat man if very knowledgeable on constellations. I learned a lot of stuff because our boat man was packed with a lot of trivias and (corny) jokes. :p<br />
Let me share to you what I learned:<br />
>Fireflies only exist on clean air. So don't expect to see them on the city.<br />
>It's a beetle, also called as lightning bugs.<br />
>Fireflies are nocturnal. They don't eat other insect for they eat pollens and nectars from plants and flowers<br />
>They glow when they are mating.<br />
>The male's light is brighter compared to the females<br />
>They use chemical reaction inside their bodies to produce light. No infrared. No ultraviolets.<br />
>They had a short life span.<br />
>Their eggs are laid on the ground and not on trees.<br />
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Oh my! I can't believe I learned a lot!! lol!<br />
Click this to see other trivias that I forgot. :p<br />
<a href="http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/firefly.html">http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/firefly.html</a><br />
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On the way to the river I first had mixed emotions, I was hyped with excitement and I was afraid at the same time for it was so freaking dark and I'm frightened of the boat too not that I don't trust our experienced boatman but the boat look so fragile I didn't feel safe at first. We wore life vests because it's mandatory and it's for our safety. Good thing the moon was bright enough that it illuminated the path. When the first firefly came to view all my anxieties melt away. I felt the kid in me, they were so fascinating I almost wanted to jump into the water and catch a few and bring them home. lol<br />
Forgive me for I can't post any photos. No matter how much we tried, we can't take a photo of it. Our boat man said that even professional photographers tried but failed. It was so fascinating and I savored every minute of it. It's very romantic too. Our boatman said that two wedding proposals was made there. And indeed everything on it is spell binding and I couldn't believe what my eyes are seeing. There were like magic. I wish I could find the right words to say hoe captivated I was. I wanted to tell you everything but I guess words aren't enough.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What we saw is close to this. They were like million of Christmas lights. Very lovely.<br />
Photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.google.com/">www.google.com</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please forgive my constipated look. lol<br />
It was really dark and my eyes can't adjust on sudden flashes from the camera. :p<br />
As you can see, there's a No Flash policy because the flash may disturb the fireflies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only picture that Jr and I had. This was taken after the boat ride. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>After the captivating, mesmerizing and spell binding trip Jr and I was dropped off by our driver to our hotel. We just freshen and up and unpacked our stuffs. We were both hungry so we asked Ate Zahara (Hotel receptionist) on where's the best place to eat. She suggested a lot of place but we chose <a href="http://www.palawan-business-directory.com/kinabuchs-restaurant/">Kinabuch</a> a local bar and grill restaurant at Palawan. It's an open air restaurant, with nipa huts, pool tables and it has this western vibe. It also offers Filipino and western dishes in affordable prices and good size proportion servings. And they offer the famous "Tamilok" or wood worms. The service was okay. It was very busy and crowded so I guess there was a little lapse on service but it was okay.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: The Kinabuch neon sign.<br />
Bottom: The rest of the bar. It offers a ton of alcoholic beverages that didn't catch my interest since I don't really drink.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We ordered tenderloin steak in Filipino sauce. I know we should've ordered a seafood meal because we're on an island for goodness sake, but I can't ignore the steak and it's mushroom. I'm a sucker on mushrooms. lol :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The slimy wood worms that I've been talking about known as <a href="http://www.tsibog.com/special-features/tamilok-a-palawan-delicacy-2007-05-02.php">Tamilok</a> or Ship worm. I'ts not a worm actually, it's long mollusk. Some says it tastes like oyster. It's commonly found in the Philippines, particularly at Palawan and Aklan. It's usually found on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brackish">brackish water</a>. And of course we wanted to try everything so we never let the chance to taste it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And we shouldn't have ordered it! Jr enjoyed every single moment of my agony. lol!<br />
I didn't liked it. It's slimy and gristly and you have to swallow everything at once because it;s not chewable. Ugh!<br />
I asked Jr if he liked it and he just said, "sakto lang" and we weren't able finish the dish. We literally just tasted it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After dinner at Kinabuch. We were full and happy because we were able to try new things. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After dinner, we just walked back to our hotel. I liked our walk to be honest. It seems like life was just simple. No stress. No pressure. I enjoyed every single moment with him. We needed to rest because we got a long day ahead of us. And of course I will tell that to you. On my next post! ha,ha</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see yah on day two! :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love lots,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly<br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-88989278933724388402011-07-11T23:18:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:36:11.981-07:00'Till We Meet Again<div style="text-align: justify;">'Despedida. A Spanish word that means farewell or goodbye. I blogged about it for almost three to four times. And here I am again. Forgive me for I can't help it. It's my way of telling other people that they are going to be missed. And for that let me start my story. Last Sunday, Jr and I was invited to a dinner get together with his friends. I been with Jr's friends for a couple of times already, that's why I consider them as my friends too. Annie as we call her or Rachel Anne Laborera in real life, is bound to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia today. (She's probably at the airport now) and last Sunday was her, despedida. We met up at the mall around 7 O'clock in the evening since Jr and I watched the three hour third installment of the movie Transformers (Which by the way is so awesome, I can't help but mention it. And I'm trying so hard not to talk about it here either). Then we went to Hapag Vicentico's. A famous local restaurant here in Cabanatuan that offers Filipino food.( I've ate there a hundred times but this is the only chance that'll be able to blog about it since I always forget to take photos of the place. Forgive me.) Hapag Vicentico's is famous for it's Kare-Kare (Ox tail in peanut sauce) and Crispy Kare-Kare. (Meaning Crispy Pata, (Deep fried Pig's leg) and peanut sauce. Thinking of it makes my mouth water. Drool.) It has this Filipino-Antique vibe that will make you admire the Filipino culture.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Annie by the way. I've been with her for a couple of times. She's easy to be with. She's caring and thoughtful and I'm sure a lot of people will miss her. Including me. :(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I said, we had supper at Hapag Vicentico's located here at Cabanatuan City.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From old to new. I admired the architecture and designs. They made a good job on infusing the old vibe and technology.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I find this panel divider very cute. You can request this upon dining. Ideal for privacy or meetings.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The famous Crispy Kare Kare that I'm talking about. It's really tender and appetizing. Meat lovers must try this. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We also had Lechon Kawali or Deep Fried Pork. Oooh. I can feel our cholesterol level speeding up! lol.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shrimp tempura, I thinks it's one of Annie's favorite food.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gising-Gising I'm really not a cook so I can't tell you the details of this dish but I'm sure every Filipino knows what Gising Gising is. It's basically a mixture of vegetables and sea foods in oyster sauce. It's really appetizing and delicious. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before and after dinner.<br />
From top to bottom:<br />
Group photo in front of a very elegant mirror.<br />
Before the food is served, drooling over the mocha cake .<br />
During dinner, Thanks so much to the waiter for taking this photo! :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With the gang. From left to right: Jr, Rael, Cris, Gladys and Meek with Annie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie and I. Annie's the type of person that's easy to be with. She's spontaneous and out going. She loves her friends and I believe her friends loves her too. And even though we only spent few get together-s I will definitely miss her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taken at the receiving area at Hapag Vicentico's. This picture cannot be taken again for Annie won't be around to make it prettier. We will miss you Annie! You take care! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I'm saying over and over. We will miss Annie, The way she laughs on certain jokes, the way she smiles, the way she care for others and simply her presence.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> After the sumptuous dinner. We decided to call it a day.<br />
Although Annie will be thousand of miles away from us, we will definitely keep in touch. We got Facebook right?<br />
So, Annie, You take care there. I was so nice to meet a person like you. Stay wonderful and let's meet again when you get back! xoxo :p<br />
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More to come Hearties!<br />
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Love lots,<br />
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KarenHeartilly<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I would like to thank and acknowledge this person for the photos that I used!<br />
Thanks meek! More photos to come! Be prepared for our photo shoot! lol! :p</td></tr>
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-28003248850103506982011-07-11T21:06:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:33:04.277-07:00I Like Girls Who Like Girls<div style="text-align: justify;">Last Friday, I went to the jungle (Manila) to run some errands and I took the liberty to meet up with one of my University mates. I arrived there at around 3 O' Clock in the afternoon because I was greeted by a heavy traffic and a slight rain. I was anxious because I needed to meet up with my boyfriend at around 5 O' Clock and having two hours to spend with your good old friend seems like not enough. And it is indeed not enough. We decided to meet up at Robinson's Galleria in Ortigas, our original plan was to meet at SM Megamall since we wanted to raid Forever 21 again. (I think it's our favorite store by the way since we spent three straight hours there during our last meet up.) But due to the heavy traffic and weather we decided to post pone our shopping spree! lol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I haven't blogged about her yet so this will the first time that you'll meet her. She's Krizia Lacanilao. I call her Krish by the way, we were inseparable during our first year at my University. She was my first friend and although we only spent almost one year together (Since she needed to transfer to another school) we created a bond and we kept each other as friends even if we don't see each other regularly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I arrived, we decided to eat first since we were both hungry, she was from grave yard shift and she just woke up. She's also a nurse by the way. She's currently working at St. Luke's Medical Center in Taguig City. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we were looking for a place to fill our stomachs we came across Burgoo. An American Bar and Restaurant. It's been ages since the last time I ate there so I persuade Krish that we should try the Grilled steak. And I can tell she liked it there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's an American Bar and Restaurant that of course offers pasta and pizza. It also has sea-foods. Great for family gatherings and/or simple meet up with friends.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ambiance. Simple. Laid back and relaxed. They also play feel good music as a background and that adds to the relaxed and cozy feeling of the place. We we're lucky because it was past rush hour, so it wasn't crowded nor noisy. If you'll notice at the far right part of the photo there's a colorful collections of drawing from the customers posted on the wall. If I'm not mistaken, before, they only use one design which is the butterfly (Look closely) and their consumers will just color the ready made patterns.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You'll notice the white paper that serves as a mat on top of the table. You can draw on it. Yes, that's the reason why they have crayons on the side. It's a cute gimmick actually, good for kids and kids at heart. While waiting for your order you can draw anything you like on the paper. You can even bring your own crayons! :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We almost forgot to talk because we we're so busy drawing! Kidding! We we're chatting while drawing actually. We even made side comments on each others drawings. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really missed Krish so much. As much as possible, I wanted to bond with her. Because I know that the time will come that one of us will no longer be in the country. I just hope and pray that everything will remain between us.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By Krish. She adores Hello Kitty so much. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's mine. I don't draw any cartoon character for it won't look like them in the first place. These are the only things that I can draw aside from stick figures of course. Lol. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Krish had the grilled steak with rice. The plate presentation isn't appealing but the food says it all. She was able to finish everything. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 13px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">I h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; font-size: 13px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">ad the grilled steak with the gigantic mashed potato. I'm really a sucker for mashed potatoes. I super loved it. It's chunky, with a bit of crushed ginger and I can taste the nutmeg. Okay, I should stop right there because I'm sounding like a freak already. Anyway, I was able to finish the steak but not the mashed potato, I even asked Krish to help me with it. But it weren't able to finish it, we weren't able to finish even the half of it. That's how massive the serving was.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We both had two slices of pepperoni pizza. Because I was already full, I didn't tasted it. I told the waiter to wrap it because I know Jr will like it. That' how thoughtful I am. Lol. :p<br />
Krish also didn't ate her pizza, it was wrapped also because she'll bring it to work afterwards.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Krish and I are totally different persons. She's the shy one and I'm the out spoken one. And we even like different things too. When we're in our University days, she always like things that I don't get. But despite of our differences, we still get along very well. Maybe that's the proof to the saying that opposites do attract. Right?<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After our super late lunch we decided to window shop. We chatted and debated about the things that we saw. That's one more thing I like about our friendship. We are free to say the things on our mind. We can say what we think without thinking that the other person will be offended by our opinion because we know and we respect each other. At past five we decided to call it a day since I need to meet up with my Jr and she needed to catch up with her sleep. It was still raining so instead of walking to much we decided to take the bus. But before we part ways something really awful happened. I won't go into details for as I said it's awful and I don't want awful things on my blog. We were still thankful that we are both safe. And we'll just charge everything to experience. We'll be careful next time and pray that things like that won;t happen again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I really had a great time bonding with Krish. I hope to see her again soon. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hope you had a great time meeting her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Till next time. More to come!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love lots,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KarenHeartilly</span></div></td></tr>
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-70254543989409610672011-07-06T21:19:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:26.661-07:0025:25<div style="text-align: justify;">The love of my existence celebrated his 25th birthday last June 25. Please forgive me for posting this late for I was busy and well, lazy. lol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was the second time that he celebrated his birthday with me. And I make it appoint to do something special for him. Last year I tried to surprise him but my surprise was blown off by his Uncle. Amp!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This year I really did a good job on planning but when the said date came I was running high with fever. I told him that I was sick and I won't be able to go out of the house, but in spite of my 38 degrees Celsius temperature I got out off bed, went to the bake shop to buy his favorite chocolate cake and to the gift shop for a last minute preparation. Of course I didn't forgot the balloons! I told him that I was sleeping the whole time when the truth is, I was forcing my fragile body (lol.) to fix those things while the rain is so busy pouring. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When my agendas were finished I went back to my house and fixed everything, as an excuse I told him that I'm not able to eat so he should drop to my house and buy me something to eat. He told me that he was expecting a surprise from me, I thought he was just joking but he admitted that he's not. I told him that I'm really sick and I will show him my thermometer as a proof. When he came in, (Thanks to my Brother and Sister for helping me out with the surprise!) he was looking for me and I was hiding at the back of the door with a lighted cake on my hand. He was surprised indeed. He told me that he was expecting something but he didn't expected something like that. ha,ha (Did you get what I'm saying or do I have to elaborate on that? Lol)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was really happy seeing him smiling and I felt that he was really touched. And the most lovable part is, he took care of me. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was really sweet, I thought I almost ruined his birthday, but he said that he's contented of being just with me wherever we are. We also had an agreement for a no gift policy and a not so extravagant celebration because we were saving up for an upcoming trip. But I can't help it. I love him so much and I wanted to make him feel special on his special day. And even though my surprise came up to be so simple he was deeply touched by it. And that was enough to send me on cloud nine. :p</div><br />
So, here are some of the photos that I managed to took. :p<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Chocolate Cake. Jr loved this cake and I loved it too. I can tell that he was really surprised when he saw me holding it, with matching just-woke-up-straight-from-the-bed-and-still-in-pajamas look. lol :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My gift. I told you before that I love wrapping presents, that's why I find every excuse on doing so. I gave him a water gun. Yes, don't laugh. I know I've told you about us gazillion times, that we always have the tendency to play and fool around. He said that he doesn't want anything expensive for his birthday, because we're saving up for an upcoming trip that time (Of course I will tell you everything about it.) so I decided to give him a toy. I also got mine by the way. And Jr loved it! Although we haven't played with it yet, since we got busy this past few days I know that we'll be able to use it perhaps while playing under the rain again. That, I'll be looking forward to. ♥</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My very trying hard banner. But Jr loved everything about it. And that's what matters to me most. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I gave him balloons! Yes, we had a party! And he was indeed happy. I wish I could force him to write here, so that I'll have a proof that he was really happy. Or maybe he can post a comment? Wait there, I know he'll react here one time or another. lol :p</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Okay, now let me tell you something about the celebrant (If you don't mind). He's 25 already, but sometimes, he acts like he's ten. ha,ha</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Seriously, Jr is the nicest person I know. I bet a lot of people can testify to that. He's caring and thoughtful and sweet (to me and his family, not to other girls, thank you. lol :p). He's funny, he's very, (very, very,very) talkative. He can spend the whole day talking but he knows when to stop. he knows when to listen. He's very opinionated but again he knows when to keep his mouth shut. One thing that I can't do. lol.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">He's caring, he's a good son and a brother. He loves and respects his family. He's very close to his cousins too. He got an infectious laugh. He's silly and he loves looking like a fool sometimes. He desperately want to grow his hair long. ha,ha. He's very fond of Japanes Animes and Mangas. He loves Sinigang and Leche Flan. :p</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I can count a million things that I love about him. But one thing I admire about him is his simplicity. He doesn't complicate things. He mean what he say and he say what he mean. And I love him more for that. Maybe you're now wondering who's blog is this? :p</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Over a year ago. He was still thin then. ha,ha (And I super miss my black hair!). He doesn't change. He's still the same person that I fell in love with. And I like that. ♥</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taken a few months ago. Just to show how affectionate Jr is. He's really <i>malambing. </i>And he's not afraid to show it. ♥</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taken at our trip to Ilocos Region last year. Our trip was like my birthday wish. I thought it was impossible but he fixed everything for me. He even called my friends just to make it more special. It just shows how giving he can be, he really exerts effort on our relationship. I never felt neglected nor taken for granted.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jr's not a big fan of coffee. As much as I love it he's very vocal that he doesn't like the bitter taste and the palpitation effects of it. Since I'm a huge fan of caffeine every time that we went to a coffee shop, expect him to order anything aside from coffee. He adores chocolate drinks so anything apart from coffee based drinks will do. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During one of our numerous "date". We only see each other every weekend. And we make it appoint to savor every minute of it. I'm very grateful for having him in my life. ♥ </td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">KarenHeartilly</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-87377699513431188482011-07-04T20:21:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:33:36.405-07:00Method to My MadnessI can't believe I just blog twice for the month of June, as I think back a lot of things happened. Again, when I say a lot, I mean a lot. lol. :p<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, to wrap up my June, it was bitter sweet. I can't believe it's done already. I promise I'll tell you everything when I'm back on my mood. My story telling mood is currently ruined at the moment. So please bear with me. My June started and ended well and I can fairly say Dear Lord was so nice to me. One of my good friend, Viel left the country for work, the love of my existence celebrated his 25th birthday, we also celebrated our 2nd year anniversary and I just went to a very beautiful place. I hope and pray that words will just flow from my head directly into the screen so I could tell you every bit of everything. But I can't and I'm sorry, my current mood is unbearable. I'm close to self loathing. I feel insecure and conscious and miserable and helpless and a bit of everything. I can't really tell you everything because I might cry right this very minute. I desperately need a warm hug NOW. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div>I liked Chris brown when he was just starting out. After the Rihanna news I started to despise him, but I can't ignore the fact that he's really a one hell of a singer. I love his voice and Justin Beiber is well, Justin Beiber. Okay, just ignore the artists and listen to the song, will you? :p (I can't believe I'm still kidding!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See, I told you there's a lot of this going on my head right now, I can't even come up with a coherent post! Kill Me. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, back to my sentiments. I wanted to make things right, but I just can't choose other things. I know something's definitely wrong with me. I'm making simple things complicated.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You're probably wondering what I'm talking about. I can't tell you for I know you won't understand. I can't go direct to the point and I'll stop beating around the bush. I'll stop now, keep my mouth and mind shut. For I know things will fall into the right place. I'll just feel miserable at the moment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I swear I'll tell you everything when I'm back on track. I promise.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-13857051347161004052011-06-17T22:39:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:31:51.151-07:00California Girls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="goog_878595462"></span><span id="goog_878595463"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again. Forgive me for my reluctant-ness. It's just my second post for the month of June and I still got a lot of things to talk about. Sometimes, I got this too much ideas on my head but I'm to lazy to upload and type. I know it's not good for me and I'm trying my best to work things out. Anyway, I had a blast bonding time with my Prints. Zaren was here at Cabanatuan that time (If this is the first time that I mentioned her, she's my friend since high school, she's also a part of my Prints, she's now studying instrumental engineering and living at Manila. That's the reason why we seldom see each other.) so we grabbed the chance to see each other. It was raining so hard that time because a storm was about to hit the country but my friends we're unstoppable. They planned a swimming get together. Yes, a swimming on a rainy day, it sound a bit insane I know. But my friends, as crazy as they can be can be very unpredictable sometimes. They went to GreenLanes Resort very early, I just followed them after lunch. GreenLanes Resort is a private resort located at Kalikid, Cabanatuan City. it's a 20-30 minutes ride from the city, it has three swimming pools, a typical resort ambiance and I can fairly say that it's a peaceful place, away from the city's busy life and traffic. too much for the place description, back to the story. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I arrived, they we're already soaking wet, not because of too much swimming but because of playing under the rain and of course, I joined them immediately. We spent the whole afternoon laughing at ourselves, chatting, playing like kids and dancing. Yes, you read it right. We danced and we even choreographed a dance step. Crazy indeed! We spent three hours practicing and recording the video. I can't help but laugh when I remember all the things we did. That was also the time when Viel announced her flight. We were sad at first, because we'll surely miss her but that didn't stop us from having one hell of a good time because we know that things like that will take along time to happen again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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L-R: Me, Tere, Zaren and Viel<br />
Four or more go! Right? Miss you girls, I really had a great time! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I'm saying over and over. These girls are a part of my life. They define who I am and although that distance will test our friendship, I know deep within my heart that our friendship can endure any distance or test or time. </td></tr>
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</div><div>And for the most awaited part! TTTAAADDDDAAAAHHHH!!!!<br />
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</div><div>Did you rolled on the floor laughing? Don't worry, there were no people around the resort. We almost owned the place. And I think that even though some people will be present we'll still do stuff like this. We're used to it. The attention I mean. LOL.<br />
As I said, we spent the whole afternoon doing this, I don't mind the shame on putting this on my blog, I'm really proud that I did this. Really. Lol. :p<br />
I know that I can't do stuff like this with other people, because you can only do crazy things with your good old friends that knows almost everything about you.<br />
I'm not also a huge fan of Katy Perry, but because of this, I love her to bits! :)<br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-71972093402439235302011-06-17T00:04:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:32:12.953-07:00I Will Miss You<div style="text-align: justify;">I mentioned that I've been through a lot of Despedidas lately right? And guess what! I just went through another one! Of course I will tell you all about it, hang in there. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her name is Ma. Ravielly Viatica Salonga. She's a part of my Prints, we've been friends since we we're 15 years old and our friendship was tested with time, laughter, tears and this time distance. She's also a Registered Nurse and now is the time that she needed to fulfill her profession. She needs to work abroad. Yes, abroad. Just like the thousand nurses out there. Last Tuesday, Tere (My soul sister-sweetie-ultimate-surprise-planner) planned a surprise for Viel (her nickname) just like what we did with Tine (Remember her? She went abroad last May, I know I haven't blog about it but I will. I swear. Wait for it okay? lol.) Tere even texted Vish (The ever supportive sister of Viel) so we could plan the surprise very well. Good thing Vish was a great accomplice. Lol.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tere and I met up at around one in the afternoon since we both had our errands to do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We went to the mall to buy the stuffs that we need. We bought a cake, balloons and party popper (which is by the way so Bongga!). Next thing to so is to act very well so Viel won't notice anything. I went first to Viel's house, (Tere was at a corner sneaking and hiding) I asked Viel if she could accompany me to the mall since I had to return a shoe that won't fit me well (I even brought a shoe to complete my alibi). She laughed at first but decided to come with me since she had to go to the mall as well. When we left that was the time when Tere sneaked inside the house and together with Vish and Tita Malou (Viel's Mom) they arranged the surprise. While Viel's with me she doesn't know that I was texting Tere the whole time and I encountered a dilemma that I thought will spill our surprise, the plan was Vish will call Viel to get back to the house because she needed to say something, but Viel doesn't wanna go back anymore. That's when I came up with a convincing excuse! ha,ha</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I told Viel that Tere is in her house, waiting for us because she also wanted to go to the mall but Viel didn't put up an easy fight, she insisted that Tere should just follow us to the mall, but I didn't gave up. And thank God for my persuading powers Viel gave in and we went back into her house. And a heat warming surprise happened. We we're shouting and hugging. I was really happy because I saw that Viel was really surprised. She even said that she was shocked and she didn't thought that we would do something like that for her. Being the Best Actresses that we are she didn't had even the slightest idea. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friends by heart. It makes me really sad to see Viel leaves, but it makes me proud of her too. She's very close to her family and leaving them behind is I think one of the hardest decision she had ever made. when we blew out the surprise, we we're like I said hugging, screaming and jumping, we we're like six year olds. It made us teary eyed also. :')</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With my soul sister Tere, we've like planned almost three despedidas together. We are the best Despedida planners that I could think of! LOL.<br />
I just don't wanna think of the moment that one of us will have to leave. That will surely break my heart. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As Viel would phrase this: Sol, George and Anne! Lol.<br />
I will definitely miss photos like this. :(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The on the spot trying hard banner that I printed few hours before the meet up.<br />
We will definitely miss our Mareng Viel. :(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The overly confident cake. I'm sure Viel will miss us too, right? :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cramming few minutes arrangements that Tere did. Taken at the Salonga's living room. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we we're in high school, she wanted to be a part of the Japanese Anime SailorMoon. That's how crazy she is. my life became happier because of Viel's existence. And I want her to know that I love her and I will truly miss her, that I won't forget her no matter what. That she is a very special person, inside and out. :)<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Viel's quest abroad gave a bittersweet feeling to me. Again, I know that my time will come and I will have no choice but to leave, and it really makes me sad. And thinking about the people and things that I will leave behind will make me sadder, but I don't know, I really cant' tell. At some point I wanted to leave so I could explore other things and places that my friends do now, but when realization hits me, I just still don't have the guts to leave home. I'm such a weenie. And a cry baby. Sometimes, I wanna spank myself for being such a wimp, but I can't help it. So, I'm asking for your understanding. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the lighter note, Viel's flight will be tonight. Yes, indeed. And I'm hoping for the best. May God's grace be with her. Till next time hearties, I just hope my next post won't be about another Despedida! Lol. :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For Viel, If you're reading this, I will miss you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Say my Hi and Thanks to your sissy Vish!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Keep in touch! And don;t forget the 3K on October! We're counting on that! ha,ha</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">More to come hearties!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lotsa Love!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-55135288658709760092011-05-30T21:01:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:32:12.954-07:00Bye For Now<div style="text-align: justify;">I noticed that I've been through a lot of Despedida (A Spanish word the means Farewell or Goodbye) lately, and I just figured out that most of my friends are neither outside the country or about to leave the country. It makes me envious though, thinking that most of them will be having a better future. Being overseas opens a lot of doors and tons of opportunities (Noticed how many "S" I used? lol.) but thinking about the things and people that I'll be leaving behind, makes my heart melt. I'll going to miss everything about my home. I know I'm such a coward for not having the guts to step out of my comfort zone, but hey, who needs to rush? I'm young and I've got a lot of things to learn It's very clear to me that that day will come that I have to leave everything behind. I'm just prolonging the inevitable. For now, I'm enjoying the company of my friends, the comfort of my home, the warmth of my family and the simple joys of being on my haven. Don't worry, when that "time" comes, I'll let you know every detail of it. I promise. :)</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Last Sunday, Jr and I together with his friends The Buddies grabbed a dinner to say goodbye to Mick, he's bound to London this Friday. We had a sumptuous supper at Lamarang Steaks and Seafood Restaurant here at Cabanatuan. It offers home cooked meals and of course seafoods and steaks on affordable prices. The place has Bahay Kubos (Nipa Hut) that gives this fresh and homey feeling (I regret not having a snap shot, don't worry, I won't forget it next time). We had Gising Gising, Beef Kare-Kare, Shrimp Tempura and Buttered Chicken. (Forgive me for I won't be able to make your mouth water, I neglect to take some photos on the food. My bad.)</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right after the storm! ha,ha<br />
As I said, there were no food left, and it almost felt like a hurricane just passed by. lol.<br />
Everybody was full and hyped.<br />
L-R: Meek, My Kuya Allan, My Jr, Me, Cris, Annie, Mick, Eric and Eric's friend (Oh please forgive me, no matter how much I recall, I can't remember his name. Please, please forgive me.)<br />
P.S. you'll notice the yellow thingy in the middle, it's a buzzer. Yes, a buzzer. It's used to call the attention of the waiter. Convenient eh? Wish they could put bells instead. Lol :p<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">After the overwhelming dinner, what's next? Of course! Dessert!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We went to Yogurtree, a frozen yogurt/ice cream parlor here again in Cabanatuan. It offers, of course, frozen yogurt, ice creams, espresso based drinks, sandwiches and pasta. The place has this cozy, relaxing and comfortable feeling. Everyone of us had Frozen Yogurts with the toppings of our choice except Jr, he hates yogurt by the way. He had ice cream instead. Everyone had their own conversation going, occasionally laughing at each other. I didn't felt the sadness on the air, I just felt real friendship and in spite of the teasing I felt their concern and happiness for Mick.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Mick and Criselda. Although I haven't got the chance to spend more time with Mick I know how a wonderful person he is. And he will surely be missed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Criselda. She had blueberry syrup, cheesecake and Kitkat while I had Koko Crunch, Choco Chips and Kitkat! Yum-O! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're hyped and full of energy, maybe because of the sweets? But all in all. I had a great time. I'm looking forward for next time. :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After the sweets, we decided to call it a day since Jr needs to go back to Manila that'll take three or fours of travel. Before we go, I hugged Mick and I told him to take care. We also had a group hug! It made me feel good actually, it's nice to know that there are people that you can count on to hug you when you need one and that's priceless. To Mick, I hope you'll take care, it was so nice meeting you and let's bond when you get back. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">♥</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. Thanks to Meek (Micheal Mercado) for the photos, you're really like a pro! :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More to come Hearties!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-17268250562286761532011-05-30T00:51:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:26.661-07:00J♥K<div style="text-align: justify;">When we're not fighting, we're fooling around. We only see each other every weekend (because Jr works in Manila I'll tell you the whole thing next time) and we make it appoint to spend every minute of that two days together. I often tease him that I'm his weekend girl friend (Don't worry I'll try to write something about that too) but he usually doesn't pay attention. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jr and I are kids by heart. We play games and tease each other, and I always end up pissed off. As I told you, Jr's talent is pissing me off. We love doing things together. I can't tell you all our crazy antics together since it's too many, but one thing's for sure, we always have the tendency to get crazy. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now lemme show you some of the photos that we got over the year/s (LOL), and I promise to describe each of it as best as I can. Here we go.. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Believe it not, we love to look like idiots sometimes. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During our trip to Baguio last February, it was also the celebration of Panagbenga or the Flower Festival, we spent three days there. We saw the flower floats and the street dancing competition. It was our first and wish we could go there again next year. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The piggy back ride. Whenever I get tired from too much walking or whether I don't feel like walking anymore, Jr never hesitates to carry me. When I say wherever, I mean wherever. Even when people starts to stare. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Barj Coffee shop with Jr's friends last December 2009. He was based at Singapore that time, he just went home for three days just to see and spend Christmas with his family and me. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During one of the long drives. Jr doesn't adore driving, when traveling he rather sleep than drive, my friends can attest to that. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Power Ranger watch. I told him that we can communicate with each other using this watch and we we're like pretending the whole day that we could hear each other while whispering to the watch. I can't help but laugh when I remember how we fooled ourselves. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jr adores sunnies! He got this little collection of weird and interesting pieces. I wish I could show them to you. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He spoiled me. Whenever he's around he makes it appoint to pick me up from work or wherever. ♥</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Rosalinda and Jose Fernando imitation. My friends did this to us, but we liked it anyway. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Stone8 Resort with my friends. :)<br />
The good thing about us is that we became friends with each other friends. Got it? lol.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jr got this from Singapore. When he gave it to me, I was like, really shocked. Because you see, that time, he's not that good on showing how he really felt. But he changed and a lot of people noticed that. Some people said that I did that to him, but I really don't know what I did, I just loved him and I made him feel it. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During a night out with my friends. I'm really not a party girl type. I don't adore dicso clubs and the like. I rather stay on a coffee shop and drench myself on caffeine. I don't like live bands and the smoke and the noise. I'd rather sit on a cozy couch and chit chat with friends, but sometimes, I had no choice but to blend in the crowd. And besides, I needed to experience different things, so I'm trying it with my good old friends. I once tried dancing, and it made me feel good, but I rather not do it regularly. Once in a while is enough for me. ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our trip to Tarlac. I told Jr I wanted a barbecue on a sizzling plate and we almost searched all over Tarlac. (See, I told you I'm spoiled). Good thing we saw Reyes' Barbecue. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our trip to Aurora, as I said on my previous blog that we travel as much as we can. Aurora is like a two hour drive from our place. Maybe that's the reason we've been there twice.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If I remembered it right, my sister took this photo during our lunch at Mang Inasal here at Cabanatuan. I can fairly say that Jr has a good relationship with my siblings. And my Mom and Dad loves him. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matched! Probably Jr's getting tired of it. I always wanted for our things to be matched. As a couple, for me, it's mandatory. He can't do anything. I'm his Boss. :p </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our trip to the Hot Air Balloon Fiesta at Clark, Pampanga. He taught me how to fly a kite. Jr and I had a different childhood. He had a lot of friends growing up, you'll frequently see him on the street when he was young, He knows all the street games that you could think of. Whilst I, on the other hand, stays at home, not allowed to go out. Doesn't have childhood friends aside from my cousins, doesn't even know how to play Paway and spends the whole day at my room watching Aladdin and playing Barbie dolls with my sister. But I never regret it. And it wasn't late to learn these stuffs, good thing Jr's there teaching me. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fooling around again. One of the things that Jr does the best. Lol. :p</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whilst on the queue at Enchanted Kingdom last January with my sister and friends. Thinking about the closeness that Jr developed with my loved ones really makes me happy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Even though we've been together for almost two years now, we still discover new things about each other. And we're loving each other in spite of the flaws. ♥</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;">O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">ne of the sweetest thing.. An episode of our arm wrestling (one of our many so-called games) Jr and I always fool around. We're like kids, sometimes it feels that we'll never grow up. We fight over the silliest stuff. We argue a lot but we always kiss and make up. Our relationship isn't just a walk in the park.we learned to compromise. Good thing he's always willing to loose every game just for me to be happy. ♥</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't know what the future holds and it seems like everybody's going on their own paths. I can't tell what will happen, but I'm enjoying every moment with Jr. I know that nothing's temporary and eventually everything will fade nor disappear. And believe me, God knows how much I fear for that time. Some says that love is a game and you shouldn't lay all your cards of the table because it'll make you vulnerable. I say, loving someone more that you though you could is the best feeling in the world. And knowing that that someone loves you too is better.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe I'm love struck-ed or hopeless romantic, you're probably getting sick of it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Forgive me for I can't help it. I wanted to make him feel how much I love him and this is my simple way of showing it. I wanted to tell the whole cyber-virtual world that I do.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">And maybe Nicholas Sparks did this to me too. So blame him also. :p</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">That's for now, you'll probably seeing a lot of this later. I know sometimes it's vomit-inducing. Please bear with me. I'm in love. ♥</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More to come Hearties!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-52166609280970880742011-05-25T20:38:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:57.655-07:00Look Book<div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been very vocal about my dreams of becoming a fashion designer someday. And I wanted to start on myself. lol. I just opened an account on <a href="http://www.lookbook.nu/">LookBook</a>. I still don't know the perks of the site but I was really fascinated and envious. And a lot of people inspired me too and I see no harm on trying, so I signed up and let's just see where it'll lead me. So, please, hype me and I'll adore you forever! :)</div></div><div><br />
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</div><div>KarenHeartilly</div></div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-70888954089514511062011-05-25T18:21:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:57.656-07:00Being Under Satan's Yoke<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I realized everyone I know is busy or at least keeping </span>their selves busy. When I was texting my friend Mae from Taiwan (because it's her birthday, Happy Birthday again Mae! I miss you!) we came across this idiom, and from that I became to wonder if truly these things can occur. I go to church every Sunday with my boy friend or at least we tried to. We make it appoint to hear the holy mass at least once a week, as a Christian I think it is our responsibility to do so, okay, hang on. I'm not trying to preach around here. I'm just reminding you. And if you don't get what I'm saying, it's fine with me. Okay? Relax. and I think that's what everybody needs nowadays, a time to relax, unwind and put things on perspectives. I'm not as busy as a bee, I still find time to do my nails or read a book but I know that time will come, and I just have to be prepared for that, I guess, but for now, I'm enjoying all my free time and savoring it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And if your having a good time reading, read this story that I got from the web.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">Satan called a worldwide convention of demons.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">In his opening address he said, "We can't keep Christians from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their Saviour. Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken. So let them go to their churches; let them have their covered dish dinners, BUT steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship with Jesus Christ.."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"This is what I want you to do," said the devil:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"Distract them from gaining hold of their Saviour and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"How shall we do this?" his demons shouted.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered. "Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow. Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles. Keep them from spending time with their children. As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work! Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice. Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ. Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers. Pound their minds with the news</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">24 hours a day. Invade their driving moments with billboards. Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogues, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">dissatisfied with their wives. Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night. Give them headaches too! If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere. That will fragment their families quickly!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"Give them Santa Claus to distract them from teaching their children the real meaning of Christmas. Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">about his resurrection and power over sin and death."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted. Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">on God's creation. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences. Crowd their lives</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus. Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">and family for the good of the cause."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">"It will work! It will work!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">It was quite a plan!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;">The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get busier and more rushed, going here and there... Having little time for their God or their families. Having no time to tell others about the power of Jesus to change lives.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">KarenHeartilly</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-50467594235744907932011-05-20T22:37:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:26.662-07:00Paradise by a Hundred<div style="text-align: justify;">I can't tell you how much I love the beach. I don't have a particular favorite because every one is different from the other. Since it's summer here in the Philippines I was dying to set my toes on the sand and feel the salty air of the sea. And thank Heavens it heard my prayer! :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the 7th day of May this year Jr and I together with his friends The Buddies went to one of the most beautiful places I've seen, The Hundred Island National Park in Pangasinan. Yey! Actually the whole trip took almost a month of preparation and I even thought it won't push through, thanks to Criselda and Annie and of course Jr for fixing, arranging and preparing everything. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Honestly, the trip was new to me, since I'm not the person in charge, in most trips that I've been, I'm usually the one who's doing the preparation and cramming. So it felt good. Really.) :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were set to leave Cabanatuan City at around 3:30 in the morning but we left at 4:30am. Talk about Fi-Li-Pi-No time? lol. We rented a van that will take us to Alaminos City (Where Hundred Island is located). I met most of Jr's friends already, and even though I was a new acquaintance they treated me nicely and the trip by land which took almost 3 hours didn't turn out to be boring (maybe because I was asleep the whole time? lol.). We ate breakfast at a Jollibee store that I can't remember where. ha,ha</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We even went to the market to buy food since Annie said we won't be able to buy at the island. I admire Alaminos' public market, it's clean and organized, compared to the market where I live.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived at Baranggay Lucap at around 10am and we went straight to the office of the tourism to settle our stuffs. They took our names for insurance purposes, they also assigned a boat that will take us to the islands. All in all we paid 2000php for the stuff that we rented (e.i, goggles, life vests, and other utensils) and 3000php for the boat ride and island hopping plus 400php for the Department of Tourism that I really don't understand what's for. lol They did not explain everything and that's the problem with the Philippine Government but that's another part of the story so I won't elaborate on that. :p</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All in all, I had a wonderful trip with ten adorable people namely Criselda, Annie, Leah, Ace, Rael, Von, Eric, Kuya Ed, Kuya Cris and of course my Jr. :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with Leah, it was my first time to meet her. I can tell she's nice and cheerful. We were both scared at snorkeling at first but we conquered our fears and we had one hell of a good time! :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also at the Tourists Welcoming Center, with Rael this time. He's nice also and funny. It was really nice meeting him. :) </span></td></tr>
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The boat ride was frightening at first. It was not my first time to ride a boat but it still give me the creeps every time. I was scared to got sea sick (Dyahe! lol) but luckily, I quickly got used to it. The ride took about 10-15 minutes, but it didn't bother us because the view is over whelming it took us a lot of time to absorb it.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">After approximately 10-15 minutes (according to Jr's estimating powers) we arrived at The Governor's Island. I asked our Guide Eric (Whose only 18 years old. I interviewed him a little. He said he's doing it for the summer to help his family, and his graduating from high school, I told him to continue his studies. And according to him, he earns 500php per day, depending on the number of tourists. Seasonal, he says. Too much for the side way story, back to the main thing) why it's called Governor's Island, he said that it is the largest island and it holds the highest peak where in you could see most of the other island and let me tell you, the view is literally breath taking. We arrived at the island around 11am and the sun is angrily beaming at us and we had to endure more than a hundred huge steps just to get there. Believe me, we were almost soaking with sweat when we reached the top, but every step was worth it. When we reached the top, we couldn't believe something as beautiful like that existed. :)</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the peak. The jaw dropping view. We managed to smile in spite of the scorching heat. :) </span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Notorious Jellyfish. Responsible for Von's and Ace's itchiness. :p </span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">After taking so much photos we were dropped by our boat man to the next island which is the Quezon Island named after the former president of the Philippines. It is the largest island and probably the most developed. It has fine white sand and a snorkeling haven. It also has a few variety stores which sells over priced goods (Believe me, when I say over priced I mean over priced. You can buy a vinegar on a sachet for 20php that usually costs 7php and a tasty bread for 120php that normally costs 50php.) a rest room and some cottages. It also has designated places where you can cook, grill and prepare your food but the island doesn't have anything aside from sea water, good thing we brought purified drinking water with us. Also the rest room doesn't have normal water, so when you take a bath you have no choice but to use the sea water which will make your hair and body sticky and let me tell you that it was the stickiest feeling I ever felt. lol.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With Criselda and Ace. Criselda was one of the people who really made this trip possible. And I give my thanks to her. And Ace is also a wonderful person. ;)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As always the sunset was breath taking. I really can't help to pause for a while and savor every minute of it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Promise. We really did try our best on having the perfect jump shot. We tried and tried but we got tired! Lol.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>After settling down, we had grilled fish and chicken adobo for lunch. After taking rest and fixing our stuff it was time to feel the water. The beach has this blue and green color, it's also clear so you can really see from the surface. We went swimming and snorkeling. I was so freaking scared at first since I have no idea how to swim, but all my fears melt away when I saw the things under water. I saw starfishes, corals, school of fish and NEMO (Seeing Nemo really brought the kid in me. Heaven knows how much I wanted to catch him! lol) and Dory (Nemo's friend)! I was so excited I forgot I was afraid. I would also like to extend my gratitude to Von and Jr for dragging me when I get tired from flapping and flipping. And for encouraging me not to be scared. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't tell you how much I wish to share you what I saw under water. I'ts a different world down there. It's mesmerizing nad unbelievable. Actually my adjectives aren't enough. I made a mental note to invest on an underwater camera so I will be able to show you next time. ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I told you, I'm beginning to like Orange! :)</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I can't describe how wonderful it is under water. I even asked myself why it took me 23years before trying this. I'm hoping that I could try this more often.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One scary thing about skinny dipping is the threat of jellyfish! Yes, you read it right. There's a lot of jellyfish roaming around and we should be cautious because their sting is really painful and sometimes deadly. Von and Ace can testify to that, because they've been stung, good thing we're nurses! lol!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">TRIVIA: First aid on jellyfish sting. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">VINEGAR. P</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">our vinegar on the affected area .</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. That kid in red is the nine year old nephew of our boat man. I envy him for being such a good swimmer.</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">L-R: Me, Leah, Real, Criselda and Annie. My teammates (except Rael) on the games that we played. We won on the charade. Beauty with brains indeed, but we lost on the balloon-catching-volleyball game. The boys cheated that's why they won . :p</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was so proud of myself! lol. I was able to conquer my fear. And I enjoyed everything I saw. I'm glad that Jr's with me all the time. ♥</span></td></tr>
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were allowed to assemble our tents at 6pm, the boys built our tents. We only built 2 tents because we have to pay 200php per tent. It's like a rent on something. Sadly, we were not allowed to have a bonfire which disappointed me because I've been drooling on roasted marshmallows. :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But everything went okay, we played games like charades, 7up and laughed the whole night.We decided to call it a night at around 11pm. Actually we almost got lost track of time because I think everyone's having a good time. We also needed to wake up early because our boat man will pick us at 7am. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our second day started fine. We had a, as what I call instant breakfast meaning instant noodles and canned goods and I believe everyone got full. After packing our stuffs we made ourselves ready for the most anticipated island hopping! :p</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some islands are not fully developed, some has pristine sand, some has virgin forests and mostly possess an exhilarating view. and I thought how wonderful God is, for making this beautiful places for us to experience. Enchanting places cannot be created, they can only be discovered.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The morning of the second day. The sun rise was hypnotizing as well.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Saying goodbye to the Island that took care of us for the whole night. Till we meet again Quezon Island.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A view from the boat, we're ready to go island hopping! Yey!</span></td></tr>
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<img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sBIbQFQDI9vxMCFb0o1X_mLtxHl1_r00JYgGLWEmnsB5peYTjs9SUakgI79bV8bmo_VC64uyDLnVveMj6UZmtCgJ-yJa0uu2AI6gUDqYWMvpWRL7JbCW4MXti6WJBes-ah23YHj0AMM/s400/DSC08808.JPG" width="400" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Exhilarated, hyped and full charge! Off we go! :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Turtle Island, shaped like a turtle. Really. :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Cathedral Cave. It has this captivating view at the center.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Prepare yourself to be spell bound because the view is really enchanting.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From a far you wouldn't notice what island is this.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But when you get closer, you'll see these flying mammals hanging from every branch of every tree. It's creepy actually but fascinating as well.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the Old Scout Island where we played some of the games. This time, the boys won. (because they cheated. lol). On my opinion, the Old Scout Island has the finest sand. (And don't tell anyone, I brought some sand home. TeeHee)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The rest of the Old Scout Island. Although the island isn't developed there were a lot of people who went there to swim and bond with their families.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the Cuenco Cave. Picture taking is the only thing you could do to the cave. It still has this creepy vibe for me. And I saw traces of bats as well. Yikes!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With Rael again at the Cuenco Cave. :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I told you, I've saw traces of bats inside and I'm really scared of them, maybe that's the reason why I didn't like batman? lol.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Even with the creepiness we can't resist the photo op! :)</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I can't come up with a good description so, I asked Mr. Google to help me out. here's what he got. :)</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The islands (124 at low tide and 123 at high tide) are scattered along <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lingayen_Gulf" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Lingayen Gulf">Lingayen Gulf</a> and cover an area of 18.44 square kilometres (4,557 acres). They are believed to be about two million years old. Only three of them have been developed for tourists: Governor Island, Quezon Island, and Children's Island. The islands are actually ancient corals that extend well inland, in an area previously comprising the seabed of an ancient sea. Lowering sea levels have exposed them to the surface and the peculiar "mushroom"-like shapes of some of the islands have been caused by the eroding action of the ocean waves. </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hundred_Islands_National_Park">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hundred_Islands_National_Park</a> (Thanks Wikipedea! lotsa love! Lol.)</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">One story that I will never forget to tell is the fact that I jump of a 4-5meter high cliff and landed straight on the water! Talk about over flowing adrenaline inside my body! I just can't tell you how scared I was. Actually everyone jumped of that cliff like structure. It's really scary. Jr and Annie did the same actually, in a much much higher platform, it's like 9-10 meters? Jr says it's like a two story building. It was literally breath taking. Leah and I was indecisive at first because we're really scared, but it surprised me when Leah suddenly jumped and being the competitive that I am, I counted to three, held my breath, pray and Splash! I had the time of my life! I'm trying to look for the video and photos but unfortunately I didn't find any. But I promise you I'll post it when I see it. Okay? You can't blame us because we can't bring a camera or any electronic gadget because after jumping of that cliff we have to swim for us to be able to get to the shore. And mind you, the moment when I reached the shore I was exhausted, but it was all okay, I won't forget what it felt or how it made me feel. :) </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">It was my first time to bond with my boyfriend's friends and I had a great time, they are nice and they treated me well. This trip made me closer to Jr because I saw how he is with his friends and I must admit that he doesn't change, he still possess that same character. The character that I love. ♥</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This trip also made me discover new things about myself, that I never thought I would be able to do. As I told you before, I'm scared of trying new things for I don't see comfort on adjusting and who would have thought that discovering new things will make you a better person for it enhance your personality and boost your confidence. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Each trip that we had is truly memorable and I'm so happy that I shared with JR most of the happiest days of my life. All in all, I just hope and pray that something like this can happen again, maybe with the same group of friends or family. Who knows what will happen next? Life, is I guess like the hundred island, there's a lot of island to discover, to explore and to appreciate. Just be sure you're armed with life's essentials and it wouldn't hurt if you have your loved ones on your side. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
If you can't get enough from the stories? Clink this links for more infos<br />
<a href="http://www.hundredislands.ph/">http://www.hundredislands.ph/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.suite101.com/content/the-hundred-islands-national-park-in-pangasinan-philippines-a254456">http://www.suite101.com/content/the-hundred-islands-national-park-in-pangasinan-philippines-a254456</a><br />
<a href="http://www.pinoyislands.com/hundred-islands-alaminos-pangasinan-travel-guide/">http://www.pinoyislands.com/hundred-islands-alaminos-pangasinan-travel-guide/</a><br />
<a href="http://travel.pangasinan.gov.ph/Places/100-island/100-island.htm">http://travel.pangasinan.gov.ph/Places/100-island/100-island.htm</a><br />
<a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Asia/Philippines/Province_of_Pangasinan/Alaminos-1412747/Things_To_Do-Alaminos-TG-C-1.html">http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Asia/Philippines/Province_of_Pangasinan/Alaminos-1412747/Things_To_Do-Alaminos-TG-C-1.html</a><br />
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P.S. The rest of the photos will be posted on my FaceBook Account. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/karenheartilly">www.facebook.com/karenheartilly</a> I'll update you. ♥<br />
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</div>Hope you had a great time like I did!<br />
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Live life! Love more!<br />
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Love Lots,<br />
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KarenHeartilly<br />
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</div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433281712484357966.post-22832909101998048812011-05-19T00:43:00.000-07:002011-08-04T01:35:57.656-07:00Bag-O-Holic<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm blogging now because I am so elated, almost over the moon happy. I'm hyped and totally blissed out. I can't tell you how happy I am. I'm overly excited and I hope by blurting out what I feel you'll be elated as well. And it's all because of one thing. Bags. A girl can never have too many of it. I mean who doesn't want to have a dozen of it if you can afford it right? When I'm younger I owned almost 30 pieces of bags, when going to school I change my bag everyday, that proves how much of a bag addict I am. I even design and make my own bags but as I grew older my taste on bags changed as well. I'm not very particular with the brand, my priority is it's design and usage. I usually go for large, roomy bags since I bring a lot of things. To date, I own more or less 20 bags, some are designer bags, some are unbranded but remarkably beautiful.<br />
And I want you to see some of my favorites. (Please forgive me for I won't be able to post the photos of all my bags since it'll be too much work)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">My Favorite. Probably the most expensive piece I have. It's Vivienne Westwood Leopard Print in Old Rose.</span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6z2RK-HJhdTzbVJiuW4G3Pbv1Rq6tOS4rsGMTsfhvgHoqhuNaDN5LEah4zc92AaPTMaUaX_fyOhkvW6QlbeZ4jQRhIA3zUPS2Y8q2FSZSQksAbIFk721MJb7W3zHnM0lbzgTjXptKa0/s1600/DSC03853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6z2RK-HJhdTzbVJiuW4G3Pbv1Rq6tOS4rsGMTsfhvgHoqhuNaDN5LEah4zc92AaPTMaUaX_fyOhkvW6QlbeZ4jQRhIA3zUPS2Y8q2FSZSQksAbIFk721MJb7W3zHnM0lbzgTjXptKa0/s400/DSC03853.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My over used Long Champ Les Pliage tote bag in coral pink. I adore this because it's roomy, spacious and good for traveling. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love it's design and material, although it's heavy and not suitable for public places because it doesn't have a zipper it's still perfect and can be matched on almost any thing. Mary Quant London Black tote bag.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My girly bag! A rare XOXO pink hand bag. It's cute and preppy! ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Favorite. Given by my Jr. A very reliable and stylish black sling bag from Egg.</td></tr>
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The sole reason why I decided to write this is because of the newest addition to my Growing-Trying hard Collection.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">French Connection Fabric Quilted Chain bag. It's way way cheaper than the famous Channel Bag but it's perfect for day and evening wear. I love it's sophisticated style. And it's my baby at the moment. :)</td></tr>
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In five or maybe ten years in time, I'm dreaming for making my collection bigger. And grander! :)<br />
I know some of the bags are unbelievably expensive but I'm sure it'll last a lifetime. I might be dead but my bags will remain, given to my children or grandchildren perhaps. I'll never know.<br />
Some people might raise their eyebrows, but they'll never know how much happiness a new bag can bring to a bag-o-holic girl. :)<br />
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Here's my dream: (If you're so nice and you've got a lot of spare money, you can get me one of this and I'll love you forever! Promise! lol.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Want to break free from the common brown and beige LV classic.<br />
<a href="http://www.louisvuitton.com/uk/flash/index.jsp?direct1=home_entry_gb">http://www.louisvuitton.com/uk/flash/index.jsp?direct1=home_entry_gb</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course, I won't neglect to put Hermes on my list. I could collect all the colors! Oh Birkin! :p<br />
<a href="http://www.hermes.com/">www.hermes.com</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I told you, I'm a sucker for large bags because I always bring a lot of stuff! So I fell in love with this Jimmy Choo shoulder bag! Lovely!<br />
<a href="http://www.jimmychoo.com/day/skyl-/invt/103skylnas/">http://www.jimmychoo.com/day/skyl-/invt/103skylnas/</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jimmy Choo scarlet bag is a perfect going-to-the-beach bag! ! So, it's in my wish list! :p<br />
<a href="http://www.jimmychoo.com/day/scarletm/invt/103scarletmexp/">http://www.jimmychoo.com/day/scarletm/invt/103scarletmexp/</a> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The perfect party bag! Chanel quilted tote embellished chain bag. Love Coco! ♥<br />
<a href="http://www.chanel.com/fashion/11-fashion-accessories#11-quilted-iridescent-calfskin-tote-embellished-with-interlaced-chains-and-retro-turnlock--1,1,12,30">http://www.chanel.com/fashion/11-fashion-accessories#11-quilted-iridescent-calfskin-tote-embellished-with-interlaced-chains-and-retro-turnlock--1,1,12,30</a></td></tr>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I can't name all the brands I know, and I drool of having one of everything. I wish I could hoard! lol.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I also dream of having a money tree, where the fruit it bears has money inside it. Yey!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Imma materialistic girl! lol!</div><br />
Seriously, it's not really bad to drool on things that I can't afford at the moment. It actually gives me an inspiration to thrive and fulfill my dreams. I believe that materials things give superficial happiness so I love people more than bags and I think that's more important. Right?<br />
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Next! Shoes! Lol!<br />
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More to come!<br />
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Love Lots,<br />
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Karenheartilly </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>karenheartillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913483986088503493noreply@blogger.com0