<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183</id><updated>2009-10-16T18:43:12.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Goddess!</title><subtitle type='html'>nicoledgoddess' online diary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-5150066280371760774</id><published>2007-10-28T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:09:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continue reading my mind on my &lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/horizontal-headshot-badge.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="user_id=nicoledgoddess&amp;amp;enc=U2FsdGVkX18pXl0ArqOPJqSIYl7Tm1sh-je2HTM6YEInJ3j57kg5hfHqLMC5v6ZoDm515.IBffxN10tFTbmg62z7MoNse0aLdec8tZ-pCIsbdBgyTiLVUQ==&amp;amp;env=PROD&amp;amp;base_uri=.com&amp;amp;badge_class=promote" height="112" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has everything from my photo albums, blog, reviews, videos, music and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you there! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-5150066280371760774?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/5150066280371760774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=5150066280371760774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/5150066280371760774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/5150066280371760774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-home-online.html' title='My Home Online'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-9084758466226726324</id><published>2007-09-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:00:42.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger for 3 years...</title><content type='html'>I was reading Bianca's blog yesterday morning. One of her past entries was about her Blog's Anniversary, where she gave her readers a chance to ask her a question which she answered one by one on a separate entry. Then I just remembered, it's September! My Blogger just turned three years... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered to visit my very first blogsite, which I haven't visited or updated for quite a while now, and I noticed how much my attitude towards blogging has changed for the past year. I was chatting with my girlfriends Joi and Nel that time, then I told Joi that I think I am no longer into blogging as I was before and she's one of the reasons why, ha! ha! On top of that, ever since I underwent a hardcore Voice and Accent Training in the company, actually twice now, I got confused and I got really conscious to blog, thinking that my VA trainers and co-trainees will 'PEG' me here, ha! ha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging for me all started when I stepped in to the corporate-world-of-unlimited-access-to-high-speed-internet three years ago. ;-P I met this girl who was already into blogging, and I guess becoming her friend requires being hooked to blogger as well, while the rest is history. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so into blogging that time where I actually see to it that I update it AT LEAST once a week. I used to blog every friday but there came a time where I'll write an entry on the beginning of the week, save it as a draft, update it everyday and publish it by the end of the week. It just feels good knowing that someone somewhere actually is reading it and I love the way I kinda let people into my life by reading my thoughts and experiences on this online diary I have. Then Friendster started to have it's own blogsite as well so I thought, just to be consistent, I will cc my posts there. After a year of having my blogger account came Multiply. I was so happy with this site because aside from allowing you to post unlimited photos and videos, you can also blog there, upload music, write a review, add friends, and everything I can basically do with my blogger, friendster, photobucket, flicker, youtube and freeweb accounts all combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as the years go by, I got tired of updating the online accounts I have and started to just stick with my multiply. And even if there is now an option to sync blog entries from blogger to multiply, I loved the rest of the other options multiply offers with regards to blogging. I came to realize that my only reason why I am keeping my blogger account was because of it's value for me... this was the first home of all my thoughts put into words... At the same time, I'm not into blogging that much anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my best (blog) friend Joi moved to another company last year, I no longer have a friend by my side reminding me to update my blog, haha! But really, aside from that, I think since I had a career move in the beggining of the year, my attitude towards work has changed too. I mean, access to everything online is still there, especially now that we're using this genius iMac, but I think now I am more serious when it comes to work, I am now more focused on what I am doing since I'm working on achieving "a goal". Before, work for me is just play, and the best part of it is that you're getting paid and since I got used to what I was doing so much, it was just easy for me to update my blog and take in calls at the same time, chat with my seat mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sign up for online accounts left and right just so I am updated. I am everywhere online, try searching for 'nicoledgoddess' in google and you'll get close to 600 results, try yahoo, you'll get 1,200 plus! My expression that goes "my life is an open blog" slowly became for real. And the sad part of it is the more you let people into your life, THE MORE THEY WANT! I started to have invalid accounts to websites I don't even visit, and the spam, around 30% of the messages I receive on my email accounts everyday is junk! And the worse part of it, there are people who think that they know me so well just because they read my blog. There are even times where I'll see people buying the things I want, doing the things I planned to do and going to places I'm planning to go, because I blogged about it and apparently they read it! How pathetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really have gotten so tired about the bad side of blogging. I then decided to just blog when I feel like it, like right now. haha! So in celebration of my Blogger Account's third year anniversary, I'm giving this blogsite a permanent rest. Since I know I won't be able to "take care" of it anymore, I decided not to update this blogsite from anymore and just stick to my multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years of being with me through tough, crazy and happy times, my blogger I thank you. I know that if the time comes where I'll need something to write down my thoughts with you'll still be there for me... Happy Anniversary and goodbye... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sO8q79JrmRU/RvGUi48bO0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tc96XPFhqrA/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sO8q79JrmRU/RvGUi48bO0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tc96XPFhqrA/s320/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112030379164515138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-9084758466226726324?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/9084758466226726324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=9084758466226726324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/9084758466226726324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/9084758466226726324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogger-for-3-years.html' title='Blogger for 3 years...'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sO8q79JrmRU/RvGUi48bO0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tc96XPFhqrA/s72-c/DSC01427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-887425851806695251</id><published>2007-08-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T05:42:17.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My friendster account was hacked! My about me was wiped out, almost all of my photos on the profile was deleted (one was left), my shoutout was removed and 16 of my friends who has an apostrophe (') on their names was deleted. So guys, in case you no longer see your name on my friend's list, I didn't delete you, just add me again. I'll try to just track you back one by one but I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever did this, God Bless You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-887425851806695251?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/887425851806695251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=887425851806695251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/887425851806695251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/887425851806695251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-4469640935434543811</id><published>2007-05-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:22:08.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[warning: long entry!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While the rest of the people from the bloggin' world has declared their New Year's Resolutions, and while everybody had told all their stories for the have been year 2006, the bloggin' addictus me who used to publish her have been, to do's, plans, right now, future, adventures, dreams, shopping and food escapades etc., as often as she can, has been quiet for some time now, for some strange reasons. Guess what, I can no longer hold my silence. The sadness of the word goodbye that I've been keeping to myself for a while is something that I think, I am now ready to share. I've actually started writing this entry months back, but it's just now that I felt ready to publish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that it might not be a surprise for you anymore, since I think the news of me moving out of EarthLink WebHosting in PeopleSupport, my second home for the past three years of my career, has been roaming around for the past few months already. Yes guys, that company where I lived 9-12 hours of my life a day, 5 days a week, for close to three years of my life is now on my dearly past. Maybe people from my workplace already saw this coming since last year. I've been holding on since I started being left behind by my friends, Pakko and Wacks in 2005, and Joi on June 2006. It was a good thing I was a part of the team ever since it started so all of the people there are like family to me and that made the adjustment much easier. I've been keeping to myself the struggle I was really feeling inside for the last year of my stay there. 2006 was really a challenge I may say. I didn't want Carlo to start asking me again to quit the job and I avoided the "I told you so" comment from my friends, especially those who were aware of what was happening around. I loved the people I worked with so much. Even those that I know I hate, really. They were the reason why I stayed and hoped for some changes for the better, but until the end, there was none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day when I can't sleep I thought about my stay there in PS. I remember that I was half happy and half scared back the time when I learned that I got the job and I am to start on March 15, 2004. I was still in College then and school won't be officially over in two weeks. I had to transfer to the night class to be able to attend to my training in the morning. Days go by and as I started to learn a lot of things I never even thought I'd be interested about, the fear was replaced by excitement and happiness each time I am to go to work, each time I am at work. Months go by and as I do my best to be a wife, a mom, a family, a friend, and a career woman all at the same time, for some reason I never get tired and I just kept going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After about less than a month of taking calls I was offered by my supervisor then (Mommy Irish) a spot on the line up of what we call "Tier2". People who'll be responsible for taking "supervisor/escalated calls" and stuff like that. I refused. I was so agressive then that from the start I was eyeing for a supervisory position and I didn't thought that additional responsibilities was the key to that path. Months and years pass by, still no promotion. I am such an achiever so I started to get tired of what I was doing just because I oh so mastered it already. Some people even say that I can take calls even when I'm asleep! I admit during that time I am not happy with what I'm doing anymore and the only thing that kept me going to work are the people I work with that I love who I know believes and cares for me. When I said that 2006 was really a challenge, for me it really was because I almost gave up, well, yeah in the end I actually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was September of last year when Carlo said that he might get the Store Supervisor promotion by summer of 2007. That time I knew it was like a sign from God that it's time for me to move on. I know that I've worked as hard as I can but it just strucked me that I will never get promoted because I can't be a drinking/smoking buddy for "them". That time I realized all the flaws that I've been trying to ignore just because I love the work and I love working my a** off. Talent, hardwork, loyalty, commitment and whatever it is I can offer is nothing especially if some people are aware that I can be better or let me say I am better than them! That is the sad truth on the account I lived and left. And until know I wonder why it took me almost three years to get to realize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During that time I started looking around for other options that might give me more opportunities I deserve. I planned my silent exit from work by going on vacation leave after Christmas. I did a lot of thinking and finally decided to leave the company a month before my third year anniversary with them. Since my resignation, I've been to the office just twice and made sure that I didn't encounter anyone really close to me. Morning was the best time just because there were just a few of them on the floor. It's not that I'm avoiding any ambush interview but I know that it'll definitely be harder for me if I get to see them, my family for years and bid goodbye. I just told myself that maybe, my official goodbye to them was when I handed my holiday presents to everyone a couple of days before Christmas. Technically, my last day "at" work was on the 31st of December because on that day, I took my last call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been out of the company for more than three months now, and I'm proud to be able to survive the "leaving your comfort zone" struggle that they call. Everyday I still think and imagine on what could've happen if ever I didn't actually left, maybe this, maybe that. I miss everything about my previous work. I miss the workload (the company and the account that I'm working with now is just so darn easy!). I miss getting 40-60 calls on a regular day where 8 out of 10 customers are irate! (haha!) I miss invalid escalations, invalid SRs, update trainings, team buildings, parties, and all the activities where people from our team are always well dressed!(really!) I miss eight hours of non-stop Jabber. I miss site downtimes. I miss troubleshooting Trellix, FrontPage, Outlook, and hearing customer's rant, wanting to speak to Gary Betty! (haha!) I miss the floor, our office. I miss the feeling of being at home where you see people walking in bedroom slippers, wrapped in blankets and borrowing each other's pillows. This might sound funny, but I miss "7th floor", haha! (Robinson's Summit Center) I miss the way people hates going there because they'll smell like used cooking oil in minutes but they still do just because the cafeteria simply got almost everything we might need and want. I miss Makati. I miss the place where almost everything is accessible 24/7. Taxi, ATMs, MiniStop and 711 are everywhere; Starbucks almost in every builing; a wide variety of fastfood and delivery even in midnight; and a few blocks walk away from Ayala Center! Working in a city like that makes life much more easier! haaayyy ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the people I worked with were the ones I missed the most. I regularly check their multiply sites for new pictures and read their blogs for updates. I miss the times where we just laugh our hearts out of anything, making fun of wrong grammar, pronunciations and stupid customers; Ordering food from whoever we feel for the night; walking two blocks to get McDonalds, three blocks for KFC; Hating Clark for being such an a**, loving Lowell for being the master, and wondering what Mike E.'s mood for the day is, haha! Bus rides, MRT, Videoke, Valero Cafe, and all the things we could do for bonding; EOP, Clean desk policy, no mobile phones and gadgets on the floor, and the rest of the other regulations we hate and disobey whole heartedly, haha! I could go on and on but I know, it will not make any difference, I can never bring the good old times back anymore. Even if we all know that we hate each other at times and that there were issues between power trippers at the management team; the gap between Tier2 and Tier1; and the rest of the other issues we had for the past years, in the end, we still stick to being together, we are one family, we care for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a saying that the only constant thing in the world is change, it doesn't make any sense for me before, but as I started the new year, 2007, a lot of changes in my life took place and now I get to realize, yeah, maybe change is the only constant thing we'll have in our lives. Whether for the better or not, we have to have them, we have to face them. There are lot of things that I have wanted to do to be able to express how grateful I am to the company who sheltered me, the account who tolerated me, and the people who loved me for the past three years, but I did nothing and left. Despite the reality that I had tons of negative reasons why I left, yes, I am still grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So to everyone, thank you. Thank you for the experience. Thank you for the friendship. Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll see you around. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-4469640935434543811?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4469640935434543811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=4469640935434543811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/4469640935434543811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/4469640935434543811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye ...'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-7285816271482210314</id><published>2007-01-30T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:51:16.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It just hit me that my last post was last year, exactly a month ago. Yeah, I know you guys, my co-bloggers out there might really think the "This is so not her" thing, haha! But the reason why I haven't been online as often as I used to was because I was on a "real" vacation! Wohoo! I had a vacation from work so I also had a vacation from instant messaging, from spamming your e-mailboxes, (haha!), from blogging, from online reviews, from multiply, from youtube, from blogger, from friendster... A vacation out of the internet world. I just had to check them once in a while (like in three days) or I'll get sick. Hahaha! Kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what's up with me the past month or so... I already updated my &lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.multiply.com"&gt;multiply site&lt;/a&gt; with photos and some &lt;em&gt;kwentos&lt;/em&gt; so just go check it out. Well, the reason why I had to have this vacation of some sort, aside from the holiday season of course, was because I was advised to give my voice a break, I had to take medications for it and it does include/require less talking. In other words, I can't take calls for two months. Gee ... I used to be able to do Mariah's Whistle but now, I suffer from soar throat almost every month! So I just realized that yeah, maybe it's just about time to listen to the doctor. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't really expect to have a full vacation though, since, knowing me being addicted to being busy; I took it as an opportunity for me to do the things that I've been wanting to do last year. Attend to some affairs with family and friends; Ran errands at home, organized the house from the furnitures to the paperworks to the appliances we've been trying to purchased that now we were able to. I was able to finally finish watching the second season of two of my favorite TV series (LOST and Desperate Housewives). I was able to run through Nianne's books and toys and finally decided which ones should be donated/disposed. I was able to go out on dates with Mahal anytime he wants. etc. etc. I just think that I was able to accomplish at least 70% of my "to-do's" already without abusing my voice. Haha! The major thing on my list that I haven't done yet though, was getting a TIN ID, SSS ID, and a Driver's License! God bless me for driving without license for two years now! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest, now that I've been on leave for exactly a month, I'm going crazy already! Hahah! I dunno. I just feel sometimes that being at home all day, whether or not I was able to do tons of things and stuff, I still wanted the way it was when I was really "working" on a "real job". I just realized how bored I will be by the time Carlo and I have our second child. Since we decided that I'm gonna have to quit my job after giving birth to take care of the baby until he &lt;em&gt;("HE" talaga oh! hahahah!)&lt;/em&gt; starts Preschool, just like what we did with Nianne. Now I'm starting to think of some business which will keep me away from "going crazy" by then (hahaha!), to keep me still productive even at home, which will not require so much time than what I have for our kids. But hey! This is just another one of my crazy thoughts of mine guys ok! I am so not pregnant! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, time to go back to my vacation mode now. Take care everyone! See you around! (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/ps_211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: How are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I'm good! Ü Thanks for asking ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-7285816271482210314?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/7285816271482210314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=7285816271482210314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/7285816271482210314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/7285816271482210314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-good.html' title='I&apos;m good!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-3789137288975185713</id><published>2006-12-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:16:55.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/happynewyear.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Wishing you and your family a fruitful, prosperous, and a blessed year, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;May God be with you always. Love life and stay happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-3789137288975185713?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/3789137288975185713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=3789137288975185713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/3789137288975185713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/3789137288975185713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-4504933480658771829</id><published>2006-12-08T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T06:11:05.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="textpixpreview" name="textpixpreview" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer " src="http://apps.rockyou.com/single.swf" width="363" height="371" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" flashvars="imgpath=http%3A%2F%2Fimg099.rockyou.com%2Ftextpix%2F1%2F1578%2F1578429%2F1578429_185905341165584869.jpg&amp;glitterp=true&amp;amp;roundp=true&amp;sepiap=false&amp;amp;theme=&amp;shadowp=true&amp;amp;bevelp=false&amp;width=363&amp;amp;amp;height=371&amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-4504933480658771829?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/4504933480658771829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=4504933480658771829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/4504933480658771829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/4504933480658771829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-2930985721007884820</id><published>2006-11-24T05:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:17:50.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before the end of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are a Performer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dominant Extroverted Abstract Feeler)You are a PERFORMER (DEAF)— personable, self-assured, and excellent under pressure. You are extroverted and strong-willed, which, in combination means you are good with people and aren't willing to let opportunity pass you by. Congratulations. I'm sure all the peons you've stepped on never saw it coming and didn't feel a thing. You have formidable creative talents, and you often follow what your heart tells you instead of your logical mind. Your exuberance can earn you many friends and admirers, despite your ambition, or it can intimidate the less confident into keeping their distance. It's also possible that you're Madonna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out yours &lt;a href="http://sparknotes.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-2930985721007884820?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/2930985721007884820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=2930985721007884820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/2930985721007884820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/2930985721007884820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-end-of-2006_24.html' title='before the end of 2006'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-5645318141543322788</id><published>2006-11-18T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:42:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE on 007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We just saw the latest sequel of 007, &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pc3_1_1&amp;amp;zone=pc&amp;lm=pc3_1&amp;amp;prid=6334"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/a&gt;, and to be honest with all of you guys, I enjoyed the film not because it's been a while since I last saw James Bond and his stunts, but because I love the way they actually featured various Sony Ericsson phones on the film. Well of course the film was produced by Sony Pictures so SE phones will definitely be a part of the production, but the way they actually make them visible on each scene, plus they featured most of the coolest units there, is the part that Carlo and I really loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've been SE users for sometime now so forgive us for being biased. We just love their unique design, cool-funky features, plus the fact that they're being manufactured by one of the leading companies in the field of technology, Sony, merged with one of the leading company in telecommunications, Ericsson, what more can you ask for? ;-P I remember that Carlo's first ever mobile phone was a one-liner Ericsson which I already forgot the exact name of, he switched to using a Nokia 6150, then a Nokia 3510, but he was never satisfied, until I got him an SE S700i as an early Christmas present last year (please don't remind me of my stolen p910, please!). And now, he's been eyeing that K800 since the beginning of the year, and after seeing Casino Royale, he said that the silver &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pc3_1_1&amp;amp;zone=pc&amp;lm=pc3_1&amp;amp;prid=6334"&gt;Limited Edition K800&lt;/a&gt; is not worth the wait (even if it's set to be released anytime soon) so I'm getting him a black k800 by next week, ha-ha! I'm just wondering if it's really waterproof ... ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me just play a little game and see if I was able to identify the phones featured on the movie right. I'll try to enumerate the model units used by the characters ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Bond = K800 (limited silver edition) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vasper Lynd = M600 (I like this phone but it doesn't have a camera) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solonge = W810 (the camera of this phone rocks! Mic have it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathis = K700 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mollaka = T68 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alex Dimitrios = W300 (the black one which looks really cool!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. White = Z520 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airport Bomber(I dunno his name) = K608 (a 3G phone) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the ones that I can recall, just feel free to correct me in case I got some of them mistaken since that's one of the reasons we have a so called "comment box" ha-ha! By the way, you can check out my full review for the film &lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.multiply.com/reviews/item/15"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-5645318141543322788?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/5645318141543322788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=5645318141543322788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/5645318141543322788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/5645318141543322788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/11/se-on-007.html' title='SE on 007'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-1343357792078771300</id><published>2006-11-11T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T08:40:10.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fake me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just one of those forwarded text messages we regularly receive, but this time, it requires other people to participate and it's really fun. I spent an entire day (or two) laughing my heart out of all the replies I received. So, let me just go ahead and share some of them with you all, here it goes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if one day, may dumating na fake na NICOLE, how would you know na fake sya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Give me 3 facts, Don't break, it's fun! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://franceskatrina.blogs.friendster.com/can_you_handle_it/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;she hates cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;she never blogs, not even once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;she doesn't share a birthday with her daughter and grandma. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mareejoi.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ask her to cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;say "dude, Oh my God!" with feelings!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ask her what her ultimate favorite movie is. (it's titanic guys, just in case, ha ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sybil.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sybil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;she's not loud!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;she doesn't say "Oh my God!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;payat sya! bwahahahaha (this part's included guys, seriously, ha-ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://maerynne09.blogs.friendster.com/marvin_erynne_destined_to/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pag hindi glamorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pag hindi nakakatawag pansin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pag hindi ako pinapansin kasi hindi kilala. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexykerry.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Panget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walang sex life hehe. (oh no! ha-ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/3396736"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cecil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;her english is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"high" AHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;doesn't have a friendster account or a blog. am I not so right? ha ha! (you got it! ha-ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/2705933"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;silent-type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nag-iiwan ng tira. (food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi palaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://popfiction.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Popin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;may mataas na AHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;malungkot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi nangbabati. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gothaleck.blogs.friendster.com/nagozu_aldean/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aleck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;fake na Nicole would be quiet and pa-girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;if she's not makulit, it's fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll let her say the phrase "you're so good!", pag iba pagkakasabi, fake na Nicole yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://keogh.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;di nag-iinterrupt pag may nagsasalita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;di nya expression ung "Oh my God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;doesn't talk about her family every hour. - ayos ba? (ha-ha! ayos mic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice answers guys! ha-ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, FYI for the people from outside the Call Center world, AHT stands for "Average Handling Time" for calls. For example, you took 45 calls a night, 5mins. AHT. And in case you still don't get it, ask any of your friend from the same field I am to explain more further/go into details. ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What about you? How would you know if it's a "Fake Nicole"? Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/thDSC00936-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-1343357792078771300?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/1343357792078771300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=1343357792078771300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/1343357792078771300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/1343357792078771300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/11/fake-me.html' title='The fake me!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-116188685724693910</id><published>2006-10-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:09.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DepartedS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the time of the year again ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="227" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/candles.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where some people are excited about since it's a holiday or sometimes, a so called long weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where some people are all headed to their respective provinces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where you'll see a lot of people on the cemetery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where some people are busy doing some cleaning or make-over on their loved ones' graves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where some people are busy taking advantage of the season for a simple business, whether it's selling food, candles, flowers, or cleaning tombstones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where you might see one of your old classmate or your long lost friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where flowers are double and sometimes triple than their regular prices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where candles are all over the place, different colors, different forms, and for some reason, they're all expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where food, balloons, toys, and everything you can buy inside the cemetery are all over-priced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where traffic in the city is unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where you can't bring your car inside the North Cemetery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where you can't even park your car (figuratively) near the North Cemetery. =( And a lot more things that we don't have on regular days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the time of the year where we all pay respect, visit and offer some prayers to the departed ones, as part of the tradition that we all grew up with, and just because these people once became a part of our busy lives. So, no matter how we celebrate it, either the All Saint's or the All Soul's Days, the only thing that matter is we still remember them and we would like to make them feel special that day in our own way. So for all of us who will be going to these sacred places, let's just take the necessary precautions needed, bring enough food and medicine to be sure, take care of yourselves as well as those people with you and belongings. Have a nice weekend! (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-116188685724693910?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/116188685724693910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=116188685724693910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116188685724693910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116188685724693910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/10/departeds.html' title='The DepartedS'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-116136382347136871</id><published>2006-10-20T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:09.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>electronic mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love receiving emails. I dunno ... whether it's a "real" email message, a forwarded message, etc. I love them all. The fact that these people actually got my email address listed on their address book, or they thought that I might like, laugh or hate the message they just received that's why they forwarded it to me, or for whatever reason, the bottom line is, they remembered me, they care. The reason behind me saying all this crap about email is because I saw this blog post of my colleague/friend &lt;a href="http://1980.multiply.com/journal/item/554"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and it's all about "stopping spam" or something. Well, I agree with the part that spam is really annoying and all that, but these emails (or jokes) that we forward got nice intentions. Information, laughter, or just simply saying HI to the recepient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this email from my kumareng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://franceskatrina.blogs.friendster.com/can_you_handle_it/"&gt;Ces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is all about "why we forward jokes". This one applies whether through email or sms for me. Well, the real thought of the story goes like this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain.When you are very busy or when you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.To let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send youa smile ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, so I guess forwarded messages aren't bad after all. Sometimes, it is other people's way of saying HI, you are being remembered and I hope you'll laugh the hell out of this message or something. But again, spam is still spam, ha ha ha! Anyways, check out this email message I got from my good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://keogh.multiply.com"&gt;Mic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, totally hillarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MGA BAGONG SALAWIKAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang buhay ay parang bato, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;Better late than pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds are the other clouds.&lt;br /&gt;It's better to cheat than to repeat!&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others ... then run!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibang salop.&lt;br /&gt;Magbiro ka na sa lasing, magbiro ka na sa bagong gising, huwag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails, follow instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, lumaki sa ibang bansa.&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, to errs is humans.&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong nagigipit ... sa bumbay kumakapit&lt;br /&gt;Pag may usok ... may nag-iihaw&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin ... may utang.&lt;br /&gt;No guts, no glory... no ID, no entry.&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather that prays together ... stays together.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukot.&lt;br /&gt;Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao.&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong di marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan.... ay may stiff neck.&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga. Kapag may taga, may tahi.&lt;br /&gt;Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na sa appointment&lt;br /&gt;Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Better late than later.&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago, mabuti pa ang bahay kubo, sa paligid puno ng linga.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island because time is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto ... muta lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang puno mabunga ... mataba ang lupa!&lt;br /&gt;When it rains ... it floods.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon ... mauubusan din ng kandila.&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw, minsan nasa vulcanizing shop.&lt;br /&gt;Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan ... sapul.&lt;br /&gt;Try and try until you succeed... or else try another.&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nagsaing ... iba ang kumain. Diet ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't beat them, shoot them. (Nalundasan)&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day is too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day makes seven apples a week. (really expensive)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ha! ha! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a nice weekend everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-116136382347136871?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/116136382347136871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=116136382347136871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116136382347136871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116136382347136871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/10/electronic-mail.html' title='electronic mail'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-116111613271241264</id><published>2006-10-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:09.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="527" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/untitled-1.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com"&gt;Blogger Account!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-116111613271241264?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/116111613271241264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=116111613271241264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116111613271241264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116111613271241264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy.html' title='Happy ....'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-116007713457220531</id><published>2006-10-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:09.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recipe for a Happy Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The simpliest Recipe for a Happy Marriage is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://carloandnicole.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-116007713457220531?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/116007713457220531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=116007713457220531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116007713457220531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116007713457220531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/10/recipe-for-happy-marriage.html' title='The Recipe for a Happy Marriage'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-116005406337078518</id><published>2006-10-05T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:09.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait to see these films!&lt;br /&gt;check out the previews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.multiply.com/video"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-116005406337078518?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/116005406337078518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=116005406337078518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116005406337078518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/116005406337078518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115885463639571855</id><published>2006-09-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:08.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy since the beginning of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to update my blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been of so lazy to upload photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to update my online photo albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to download and transfer music on our new mp3 player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to update my friendster account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to check and update the rest of the other online networks I'm a member of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to read my emails and clean my mailboxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to forward or send or reply to emails (sorry \/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to shop, or even go to mall for a walk (believe it or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to write a review for some great movies we saw these past months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to write a review for all the tv series I just finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to gather and submit my requirements for my new phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to get a new phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to hunt and grab a new tv set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to meet up with friends and catch up (tsk tsk tsk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to talk, and write, and read (this is so not healthy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to complete my credit card application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to get my SSS card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to get my driver's license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy to a whole lot of things actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;... I've been oh so lazy, this is so not me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/thDSC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to start working on things. A lot of things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115885463639571855?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115885463639571855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115885463639571855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115885463639571855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115885463639571855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/09/lazy-mode.html' title='lazy mode'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115745766953519504</id><published>2006-09-05T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:08.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I die ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikaela-moon.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JOI's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="401" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/tombstone-Nicole-9.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115745766953519504?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115745766953519504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115745766953519504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115745766953519504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115745766953519504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-die.html' title='When I die ...'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115590879179168663</id><published>2006-08-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:08.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Gifts for a Happy Marriage by Carlo and Nicole Cadiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Start each day with a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2  Wear your wedding ring at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Date once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Accept differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Be polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Be gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Give gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Smile often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Talk about dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Choose a song that can be "your song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Give back rubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Laugh together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Send a card for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Do what your spouse wants before being asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Encourage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. Do it the other's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Know your mate's needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Fix his/her favorite breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Compliment your partner twice a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Call just to say, "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Hold hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Cuddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Ask your spouse's opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Show respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Welcome each other home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Look your best for your mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Wink at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Celebrate birthday in big way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;32. Apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;33. Forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Set up a romantic gateway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;35. Ask, "What can I do to make you happier?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;36. Be positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Be kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Be vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Respond quickly to your mate's requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Talk about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Reminisce about your favorite time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Treat his/her relatives and friends with courtesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;43. End flowers every Valentine's Day and anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Admit when you are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;45. Be sensitive to your mate's sexual desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Pray for him/her daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Watch sunset together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Say, "I love you" frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;49. End each day with a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;50. Seek outside help when you need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... It works for us, hope it does with you too! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115590879179168663?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115590879179168663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115590879179168663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115590879179168663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115590879179168663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/08/50-gifts-for-happy-marriage-by-carlo.html' title='50 Gifts for a Happy Marriage by Carlo and Nicole Cadiz'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115504307038785419</id><published>2006-08-08T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:08.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks dad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got my dad's birthday present which just arrived last weekend ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah hah! It's a JVC Digital Video Camcorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jvc.com.ph/products/productDetail.asp?rootID=1&amp;classID=11&amp;amp;productID=9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/9largeImage1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shukran Gazillan dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Shukran Gazillan = Thank you very much in arabic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you so much dad! It's been 23 years and you still spoils me like your old little "daddy's girl"! Well, I will always be one. I love you so much! Hope to see you by the end of the year! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tho it didn't arrive just in time for Nianne's birthday party, that's fine, I love it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115504307038785419?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115504307038785419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115504307038785419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115504307038785419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115504307038785419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-dad.html' title='Thanks dad!!!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115437265263540408</id><published>2006-07-31T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:07.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Wedding Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been two years since the happiest day of our lives. I've been Mrs. Carlo Cadiz for two years now and loving it so much. I've been blessed with a great, loving husband and our relationship just gets better everyday. I even think that we're actually sweeter than we were eight years ago, hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, just because of the unpredictable weather, we were just home the whole day watching Romance Films, hahahah! We were awake the whole night of the 30th watching All About Love (yeah, sounds crap but the film was actually nice) waited until 12midnight and greeted each other Happy Anniversary! =) We slept after an hour, woke up at 6am, had breakfast and prepared Nianne for school. Then we watched Walk the Line, which was nice as well. It was based from a true "love" story by two popular singers back on the 50's and 60's. Starring Joaquin Phoenix as Johnny Cash, and Reese Witherspoon as June Carter. After that (since we are vampires who gets sleepy during the day and the ambiance of the rain's just irresistable) we slept until before dinner time. We enjoyed my yummy beef &lt;em&gt;sinigang&lt;/em&gt; for dinner, brought Nianne to sleep and left to see the last full show of Click at Glorietta 4. We were at the mall an hour and a half early for the LSF so we were able to stroll around and got some gifts for the birthday kids this week. Carlo was even hesitant at first, telling me "hey, it's our wedding anniversary and you still can't stop thinking of other people", hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the movie house we saw Serena Dalrymple, the former child star, and I can really say that she's the simpliest celebrity I saw with her hair tied-up, her cotton jacket and her rubber shoes on, it's just a movie anyways and I think that she's just being her simple self. I even asked Carlo to take a picture of us and as useless, he refused and gave another one of his hillarious comments ... "&lt;em&gt;wag na, tao rin yan, mabaho din ang utot nyan&lt;/em&gt;!" hahahah! I told you guys, if you think I'm funny, you ain't seen/heard nothin' yet, hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the film, We loved it. It was actually the first time that Carlo agreed to watch a romantic comedy on a movie house (I think, hahah), and I was really happy to know that he enjoyed and loved the movie as much as I did. Adam Sandler is just The Man! He's one of the actors that I really don't get tired of watching, over and over. The story was one of a kind (well, almost), minus the "everything was just a dream in the end" concept, but I must say, they did a great job since we really didn't notice. The story was about family, how and what if there was a universal remote control who can control the entire universe and your entire life. The moral lesson of the film was just perfect for what Carlo and I are celebrating today, &lt;strong&gt;Family Comes First&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter what you do, never set aside your family or worse, never let your job win over your family since family is the most important thing in the world. We all don't want to miss anything right? Even if the time comes where we no longer have our job and everything, we still got our family left so treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So us, Carlo and I, no matter how busy and sleepless our work can be, we are proud to say that we never priorotize work (or money) over our precious daughter and her needs. From being there on her first day, week, or month in school, to being there on every school program/meeting she have, to preparing her and bringing her to school, to listening to her stories and thoughts, to reading to her to bed, to giving her everything we can, to taking care of her and loving her and everything about her, whether it's good or bad, we are always there for her, she knows that and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight years of being together, loving each other, two years of being married, and blessed with an adorable daughter, now that's what you call a happy family. Happy 2nd Wedding Anniversary Mahal! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/07122f07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taken @ Nianne Carla's 7th Birthday Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for more pictures at the party, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.multiply.com/photos/album/57"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Let us share two things we learned after being married for two years, check out &lt;a href="http://carloandnicole.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Our Blog&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And mahal, I have something for you, &lt;a href="http://nicoledgoddess.multiply.com/journal/item/39"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115437265263540408?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115437265263540408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115437265263540408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115437265263540408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115437265263540408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-2nd-wedding-anniversary.html' title='Happy 2nd Wedding Anniversary!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115404738792942948</id><published>2006-07-27T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:07.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a homework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instructions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten people to do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Everything about my Family&lt;/strong&gt;. the best husband in the world, everybody's dream daughter, a smart mom, the greatest dad, loving grandparents, a thoughtful brother, two sweet sisters, my amazing relatives and my in-laws. The people behind a successful and happy me. Life isn't just life without them. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Being with my Friends&lt;/strong&gt;. my childhood friends, my friends from grade school, high school, college, work, and all over my entire 23 years of life, they all make me laugh, cry, be proud of who I am and what I can. They make me realize things that I sometimes don't even know about myself. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go for as long as it's with them. I'm so blessed to a have a really huge circle of friends. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Homemaking&lt;/strong&gt;. All of it, decorating, cleaning the house, scrubbing the walls, polishing the floor, sanitizing the bathroom, living in the kitchen, washing the dishes, organizing the closet, dusting the ceiling, taking care of my husband and child, etc, etc. I'm just one of those people who's into household chores since childhood so having a family on an early age was never a problem. I love it when I get my hands dirty and tired. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Cooking&lt;/strong&gt;. My family and friends can attest to this. I can prepare an entire full course for an occassion, I can cook for an entire day, I can cook all my life. This is one thing I can really do without feeling tired and sorry about, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;. The office is like my second home and the people are like my extended family. The friendship, the love and respect people around give me is just priceless. It's really an honor to have a mother image, being called "mommy" by more or less 100 people. My work just made me go back to my old achiever self again, made me realize that it is really more fulfilling to be more than just a plain housewife, and never regret any moment of it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Theatre and Music&lt;/strong&gt;. I just think that I am born to be on stage. To my former teachers and classmates, go tell them why. Hahahah! And if there's really one thing that people won't be able to take away from me, aside from my education, it's my talent. Being on stage with all the the lights, the lapel, the mic, the script, the role, the performance and everything, oh how I miss all of them ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Good Food/Drinks&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, not just food but good food. From the amazing Chocolate Buffet at the Peninsula Manila, to the yummy buffet (breakfast, lunch and dinner) of Rafael's at the Holiday Inn Galleria, to pasta, pizza, calzone, anything grilled, Red Ribbon Ube Cake, Jamaican Beef Patties, Kenny Rogers Muffins, Dulcinea Churros, Yoshinoya, kebab, shawarma, palabok, french fries, fruit pies, cinnamon rolls, tacos, beef pares, muncher green peas ... ok, I can really go on ... hahahah! And again, from Strawberry w/Java Chips and Marshmallow Frappuccino, to Cinnamon Streusel Latte, to Melon Shake, to pure Orange Juice, Red Iced tea, Buko Pandan Juice, Frozen Margarita Lime, sub0, Nescafe Coffee, ice-cold water and a lot more ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;The NET&lt;/strong&gt;. Email, IM, bloggin', websites, online photo albums, online shopping, and anything we can basically do online except message boards, sorry. I'm just not into making and finding friends online, it's like announcing yourself anonymously. I use the net to keep in touch with family and friends, knowing that in a way I am close to them is more than just a pleasure for me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Shopping&lt;/strong&gt;. Whether it's in Power Plant, Greenbelt, Glorietta, Market!Market!, Robinsons, SM Department Store, SM Hypermarket, Shopwise, Greenhills, 168, Tutuban, Divisoria Mall, Muñoz Market, and any other Tiangges or Baranggay Bazaars, and even online, sale and good buys really make me love life more! ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;Life's Blessings&lt;/strong&gt;. God has been so good to us these past years. So I don't really have simple pleasures in life since everything that God is giving me are more that what I actually ask for, I always say that, I know. And altho I can really get everything I want when I want them, even for no reason at all, I choose not to. I would like to set an example to my daughter that happiness in life is not all about the things you can buy or get, it's all about how you were with other people, and how they see you as a person, which will reflect on the love and respect you will receive in return ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I'm taggin': Dad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gsy36.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://iriscadiz.blogs.friendster.com/_iris_/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joze.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Rochelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://franceskatrina.blogs.friendster.com/can_you_handle_it/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gothaleck.blogs.friendster.com/nagozu_aldean/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Aleck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinapolarbear.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexykerry.blogs.friendster.com/diary_of_a_drama_queen/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abigail27.blogs.friendster.com/anything_goes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Abbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sagittastar.blogs.friendster.com/irishcoffee/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Josie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And for those who wanted to answer as well, feel free to do so. Just leave the links of your blog on my comments box for me to see yours too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy posting! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Gwennie dear, I'm soooo sorry ... I just saw it last night. Anyways, homework done! =) ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115404738792942948?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115404738792942948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115404738792942948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115404738792942948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115404738792942948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/homework.html' title='a homework!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115393755580014663</id><published>2006-07-26T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Katie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG! My favorite actress is the new face of (one of) my favorite line of clothing! WOW! I mean, I really can't explain how delighted I was when I saw her billboard a while ago ... haaaaaaaayyyyyy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/191817536_739b69ef31_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go Kate!&lt;br /&gt;I love your movies, I love your talent, and now, I love your style! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115393755580014663?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115393755580014663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115393755580014663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115393755580014663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115393755580014663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-katie.html' title='Go Katie!'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115377890732774682</id><published>2006-07-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:07.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me @ 23 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a City Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/city-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether you live in the city or not, you've got the heart of a city girl.&lt;br /&gt;You're up on the latest trends - what's hot in music, food, and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to be on the go. Your perfect day is filled with tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect guy is a city guy, so head to LA, NYC, Sydney, or London to find him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffdab9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffe7d2;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are 40% Good and 60% Bad&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.&lt;br /&gt;But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Glam Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/glam-sexy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You live for flaunting your sexiness, and you totally work it.&lt;br /&gt;Why not? You've got the goods - you might as well use them.&lt;br /&gt;You're 100% woman, and you never go out without looking your best.&lt;br /&gt;After all, you never can tell when you might bump into Mr. Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Beauty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/natural-beauty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the kind of beauty that every guy dreams about...&lt;br /&gt;One that looks good in the morning - without a stich of makeup&lt;br /&gt;That's doesn't mean you're a total hippie chic though&lt;br /&gt;You have style, but for you, style is effortless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Ingenuity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/ingenuity.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're a person with unique ideas, big plans, and a zany outlook on life. Many people look to you for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your creativity and "who cares?" attitude. They feel very ordinary next to you - and they usually are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115377890732774682?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115377890732774682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721183&amp;postID=115377890732774682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115377890732774682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721183/posts/default/115377890732774682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-23.html' title='Me @ 23 ...'/><author><name>*Mommy Goddess*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09258306348341647671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05671967086044307995'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115363719433944224</id><published>2006-07-22T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:07.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Rainy Birthday to Me and My Daughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another year has been, and at last, the birthday party that Carlo and I has been planning since last year has come to a success. Despite the rain and shine weather that day (literally guys, it will rain for about 10 minutes and shine for about an hour, then rain again, and so on), we have more than 50 guests and the kids really enjoyed themselves even if the place was actually wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nianne really had a great time. This was actually the first time that we had a "real" children's party with all the food, balloons, games and goodies for her and now she wanted to have one annually, good luck! hahah! But of course, the best part of the party she enjoyed was opening all her presents. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to thank all the people who made this party a success. My mom-in-law who took care of the pasta we served, my mom who took care of the sorbetero which was enjoyed by all the young ones and the young once =), my mahal who actually served as my driver during the preparation and the host who took care of the guests and all their needs while I was busy with the kids and the games, my superYaya who is really wow, despite her petite body, I can't really think on where she actually got all her energy that day, running back and forth to the venue and our house, carrying all the food and stuff with her, &lt;em&gt;grabe&lt;/em&gt;! hahah, &lt;em&gt;nahawa na&lt;/em&gt; sa level ng energy &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;, hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course thank you so much to all those kind people (together with their umbrellas, hahah) who attended despite the unpredictable weather, thank you so much guys. You made us realize how blessed we are having all of you as family and friends, thank you. We are just the luckiest family having a huge circle of friends with all of you on it, &lt;em&gt;salamat, salamat&lt;/em&gt;! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you as well to those who remembered and greeted me and my daughter that day. That altho you guys have your own busy lives, you wrote us, called us, IMd us, sent us cards, SMS, messages, testimonials, emails, etc., all of you really made this birthday celebration of ours complete, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, I would like to thank our God Almighty for giving me and our family a fruitful year. All the blessings he gave us has been more than what we actually asked for, he's really great. I know that the reason behind all the rain yesterday was because it's a sign that he was giving us a better year, hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaaaaayyyyyy ... I can now sit down, take more sleep, get back to work and give time to myself now. Tho I wasn't even able to wear earings, I wasn't able to fix mine and Nianne's hair, I wasn't even able to wear the shoes I was planning to, my nails were done so I know, I looked good on my 23rd Birthday, hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And to my daughter, who will together with my grandmother, Lola Yvonne (yes guys, all three of us have the same birthdate, it runs in the family as they say, hahah), forever share the same Birthdate Anniversary with me, I love you so much sweetie! I honestly don't mind sharing this big day, yearly with you, and I will never get tired of making you happy and giving you everything that your dad and I can, since you, in your own special and sometimes, unbelievable ways, always makes me and your dad smile, be proud that we have you as a daughter, and never regret any of the seven years that we have been with you. We love you so much and you'll always be our little princess ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me and my daughter! And again, thank you so much everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="428" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/nicoledgoddess/78bb9adc.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember, after the party, mahal said ...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ang galing mo mahal, pwede ka na talaga magtayo ng events organization&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;hah hah hah hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721183-115363719433944224?l=nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoledgoddess.blogspot.com/feeds/115363719433944224/comments/default' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721183.post-115258974966660395</id><published>2006-07-10T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:16:07.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mahal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br 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