tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4462617320401255602024-03-14T02:50:57.442+08:00The Kai ComplexA documentation of how life comprehended with all my idiosyncrasies.Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-58360661628109808482011-06-20T16:03:00.005+08:002011-06-21T16:56:27.473+08:00On Sunblocks.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BEFORE</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AFTER! Excuse my face here. Haha;)</td></tr>
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I swear to God I will invest on a more trusted brand of sunblock next time. I don't know what has gotten into me during this trip that I bought a really cheap sunblock for myself and what's worse, I had the kindness to share them to my friends. Ayun tuloy, we all had a really really bad burn. Tsk tsk.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right after my Siquijor trip. Cebu Blog Camp 2011 with Mica. Ako na ang negra! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">#mealready</span></td></tr>
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I should've known better. My derma has been telling me to take care of my skin, especially my face, because I have <i>tiena versicolor, </i>a dermotoligical disorder. This condition is fairly common and is caused by the fungus <i>pityrosporum ovale</i> (a type of yeast occurring on the skin). Extreme heat causes this disorder to the skin. In short, hindi ako pwede magbabad sa init pero matigas ang ulo ko. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">#meronbangmalambotnaulo</span>?<br />
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Well in the picture above, it isn't very obvious yet but after a day or two, a few white spots started to appear on my face and before I knew it, I have it in my arms too! Sobrang bilis kumalat ng pesteng fungus na 'to. I have to go back to step 1 again do all the face rituals I used to do before.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hindi naman talaga ako maputi naturally pero sobrang itim ko lang talaga ngayon. This picture was taken with M, right before the Siqui trip. Please compare with the photo above. </td></tr>
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So guys, please please please don't jeopardize your skin's health by buying the right sunblock for your skin type. Oh well. Lesson learned!</div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-24912832537494730122011-06-18T15:36:00.004+08:002011-06-20T15:53:01.860+08:00The Isla del Fuego Experience<div style="text-align: justify;">My friends I were so desperate for a summer getaway adventure and so we planned and planned on where to go. We had a few choices but we ended up choosing <b>Siquijor </b>(Isla del Fuego) because most of them haven't gone there yet. The plan was somehow concrete already and then most of my friends backed out (because one had to go home to her province, the other one had work, the other one had a Civil Service exam the following day, [insert more reasons here!]). And so I was left with RJ who was really willing to go on with the plan with me.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Both of us were really itching to go to Siquijor and so we adjusted our plan because this time, only the two of us are going. Just when we had really really concrete plans, Andrea decided to join us. Haha! So there were three of us already. Yay! </div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since RJ was in Cebu, he had to travel from Cebu to Dumaguete, then together with me and Andrea, we travelled from Dumaguete to Siquijor through Delta. <b>Fare is <u>Php 140 + Php 15</u> (terminal fee)</b>. </div></div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RJ and I at the Dumaguete port terminal</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RJ and I at the Delta terminal</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's our Delta! :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, Andrea and RJ. All smiles! Right before we discovered Delta's aircon was busted! Super INIT!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were all giddy as we stepped foot inside the Delta fast ferry. Super excited to go to <b>Siquijor</b>. Although it wasn't my first time there (HELLO?), but it was my first time to be with RJ and Andrea (Sila na ang first timers sa Siquijor!).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Upon arriving in the port of <b>Siquijor</b>, a trike driver came up to us and offered his service. We asked him how much it would cost us to go to <b>Salagdoong Beach</b>, which is in Maria - three towns away from Siquijor, Siquijor. We finally agreed on <b><u>Php 400</u></b>. That's already expensive for a trike ride but we agreed on such price because we knew we're going to have a lot of stop overs because we still had to buy a lot of stuff (a.k.a. ba-on) and we also had to go to the pier in Larena because RJ had to buy his ticket (Siqujor-Cebu) for the following day.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's our small trike! In case you need a tour guide or trike, just contact Kuya IP at 09272633983. He's really nice and kind to us but PLEASE HAGGLE WITH HIM. You should also ask him (or the trike driver you chose) to pick you up from Salagdoong on the day of your departure. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">RJ buying some more ba-on for our Salagdoong trip.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The way to Salagdoong Beach from the high way. Parang yung man-made forest ng Bohol. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">It took us about 1 hour and 30 minutes (including the stop overs) to finally get to <b>Salagdoong Beach</b>. We were so ready to hit the beach but we had to set up our tent first and cook lunch. You can rent tents there so no need to worry if you don't have one or if you're too <i>tamad </i>to bring one. A <b>small tent</b> (good for 3 people) costs <b><u>Php 300 only</u></b>. That's just <b>Php 100 per person/night</b>. :) I think they also have a big tent that is good for 5-6 people which costs <b>Php 500.</b> Not sure with that though. We also rented a <b>table</b> (with 4 plastic chairs) for <b>Php 50/day</b>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrea with our tent and our table. Camping na ito!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">If you have noticed in the picture above, we brought a cooler with us. Haha:) It was really a brilliant idea because we stayed at the beach shore the whole time! So in case you go there, <b>PLEASE DO BRING A COOLER</b> with you for your ice cubes. You can actually buy ice cubes at the canteen of Salagdoong Beach, but we were too <i>tamad</i> to go there back and fourth just for ice so we hoarded! Haha.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So after we got settled with our tent and stuff, we started cooking our lunch. Yes, we brought raw meat and grilled it there. There's actually food in the canteen but we were just paranoid. The next day, we were too lazy to cook and decided to order food in the canteen <i>nalang</i>. Haha:) After we had our lunch, the <i>inuman</i> has begun at 2 in the afternoon. Drinks (alco and non-alco) are sold at the canteen too, but we just had to bring our own <b>Jagermeister</b>. We bought our beers at the canteen though. <b>San Mig Light </b>at<b> <u>Php39</u></b>.</div><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We went swimming from afternoon till night time. We had to make the most of our time there and since that was what we wanted (BEACH!), so go na sa swimming! Haha:) Night time came and we had dinner at the sand. We ate the remaining food we had from lunch and some canned goods we brought. Then the inuman continued.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 3B essentials pag pupunta ng beach: <b>Baraha</b>, <b>Beer</b>, and <b>Banig </b>(wala kaming banig so sarong nalang) Haha:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Salamat sa tripod! Haha:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rj playing with my poi. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">The next day, it rained very hard WTF so me and Andrea woke up very early. Like 5:30am early! We couldn't go back to sleep anymore so we decided to go swimming. Salagdoong has a really amazing sunrise but we weren't able to witness that because of the rain. Boohoo. Rj woke up at around 9 already.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beer for me at 5:30 in the morning. Yayyy! Nothing beats morning beer! :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">We had the whole morning to enjoy the beach for ourselves, because the place started to get crowded during noon time. It was a sunday kasi. I suggest bakasyonistas to go there during weekdays if you want a more peaceful outing. :)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">In the afternoon, we went home to Pop's house in the '<i>bayan</i>' to wash up and rest since RJ was already leaving in the evening while Andrea and I decided to leave the following day since there were no trips to Dumaguete already. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We just had to withdraw. Haha;) Yes, there's an ATM in the bayan. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">So that's probably it - the whole of our weekend getaway to <b>Siquijor</b>! Hahah. Too little time, I know. We wanted to tour around the island and see the whole of <b>Siquijor </b>but we had no enough time. Well maybe next time, yeah? :) </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sooo anyways, the Team O went to Bacolod City last April and it was helluva fun! It's been months since we had a not-so out of town trip and I was so excited to attend Les' thanksgiving party in Bacolod because it was a good excuse to kick-off the summer season. In case you wonder, here's a detailed entry on <a href="http://www.mypurplespoon.com/2011/05/how-to-go-to-bacolod-city-from.html">how to go to Bacolod from Dumaguete City</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As soon as we set foot on the City of Smiles, the Dumaguete delegation got reunited with the Bacolod and Cebu delegation. It was fun to catch up with them over good food courtesy of Pao at the <a href="http://www.mypurplespoon.com/2011/04/mypurplespoon-goes-to-bacolod-caribbean.html">Carribean Waterpark and Resotel</a>.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Team O at the Carribean Waterpark and Resotel</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">After the orgasmic lunch courtesy of Pao, we went to Calea (which I haven't blogged about yet) to have desserts. Well, what's going to Bacolod without visiting Calea, right? Everything we ordered were mouth-watering and I am seriously salivating right now! Nom.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So night time came and it was already time for Les' thanksgiving party, but we still went to The Ruins (Talisay City). It's about 30 minutes away from Bacolod City. Entrance fee is <b>Php 40</b>.</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">The Ruins showcases what is left of the Don Mariano Ledesma Lacson Ancestral Home in Talisay City, Negros Occidental. During its heyday, the mansion was the largest residential structure ever built. It boasted of its garden of lilies in and around the four-tiered fountain on the mansion’s front lawn and the finest furniture, chinaware and decorative items that its owners brought from their travels across Europe and Asia. <i><a href="http://www.experiencenegros.com/the-ruins-talisay-city-a-gem-from-the-rubble/">Read more</a></i></div></blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">After the sight-seeing and picture-taking moments at The Ruins, we proceeded to Les' party at some clubhouse back in Bacolod. Although we were late but what's important is we were there to celebrate that special moment with Les. Haha labo much? :) The party was sooo fun that I forgot most parts of it. Mahaha:)</div><br />
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This trip to Bacolod is probably one of the most unforgettable trips of my life so far. :)Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-15050714680810253882011-02-27T20:07:00.001+08:002011-02-28T03:00:37.232+08:00Tinta 2011: Dumaguete's First Tattoo Expo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-S45CJKMy31A/TWose9rzptI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ax95RLLBoZk/s1600/Tinta-2011_Dumaguete%2527s-First-Tattoo-Expo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-S45CJKMy31A/TWose9rzptI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ax95RLLBoZk/s1600/Tinta-2011_Dumaguete%2527s-First-Tattoo-Expo.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Last night, we were given complimentary tickets for the <b>Tinta 2011</b>, <b>Dumaguete’s very first Tattoo Expo</b>. The event was held at Hayahay Treehouse Bar and there were a lot of cool bands who played that night: <b>Finpot</b>, <b>Spacepets</b>, <b>Ground Zero</b> – all are Dumaguete’s pride; and of course the main band for the night: <b>Powerspoonz</b> from Cebu City.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While the bands were entertaining us with their beat, at the back were the Tattoo Artists’ stations. If my memory is right, there were 5 Tattoo Artists and to name a few were Oliver and Dino from BlackRose Tattoo shop and of course, the man himself, Ricky Sta. Ana. Wooot!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here are some pictures I took from the <b>Tinta 2011: Dumaguete's First Tattoo Expo</b> event. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I hope that this would be an annual event because it was really fun! And maybe I can get my very first tattoo next year, yeah? \m/Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-55029843858727242712011-02-08T08:13:00.003+08:002011-02-08T08:25:39.050+08:00Twenty-Seven.<div style="text-align: justify;">It’s one of those days. I don't know, but I just feel like everything in this world is ganging up on me. I know I still have a lot of issues to settle and instead of moving my ass right now, here I am, laying down on my bed, blogging. Well, at least I’m somehow trying to be productive, right? And besides, it’s too early yet. Excuses, excuses. I never ran out of them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The ‘issues’ just kept coming one after the other and I just feel like bursting anytime soon. I must say, this has been the most down point of my life, next to that thing that happened on the summer of 2003. The sad part here is, I have no one to talk to right now. No, let me rephrase that. I don’t want to talk to anyone about it right now. Why? Well maybe because I’m really not that type of a person where I spill everything out. After all I’ve went through, I have proved to myself that people can be very judgmental. Thus, if you don’t want to be judged, then don’t just blab to everyone about everything. People really don’t care about it or worse, they’d even be happy that you’re having an effed up life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been judged and misjudged several times and up to this very day, they keep haunting the crap out of me. Every time I think about those moments, I still can’t imagine how I was able to handle it. But the important thing is that I was able to shrug it off and move on. I mean, what else is there to do but to keep the past behind and just wish those mothersuckers karma. Bad karma to them, please. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So going back, I just wish I have someone to talk to right now. Maybe a friend who wouldn’t say something like “It’s your fault” or some sort. You see, that is also the reason why I really don’t open up to friends or even family because everything that comes out of their mouth are words that I don’t want to hear. I feel awful for crying out loud, you guys don’t have to squeeze some lime to the open wound. I just want to hear the things I want to hear because yes, I am a stubborn child of God for Christ’s sake. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As of this moment, there is a folder, hidden somewhere, that contains 27 write-ups of unexpressed and unsaid feelings. At least, writing them keeps me sane. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TVCKzQ65ASI/AAAAAAAAAkc/vUvsUf9dyLI/s1600/screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="304" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TVCKzQ65ASI/AAAAAAAAAkc/vUvsUf9dyLI/s640/screenshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-54815328117063611792011-01-25T21:53:00.000+08:002011-01-25T21:53:46.447+08:00Over The Weekend.<div style="text-align: justify;">Last weekend, I went to Bacolod City. I wanted to do a lot of stuff there but I knew I only had limited time so I made sure to make the most out of my very short visit there and that includes, of course, visiting Les. :-)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">As soon as I step foot at the City of Smiles, I met up with Les at Enting’s. Of course, what’s a visit to Bacolod without eating at Enting’s, right? [<a href="http://www.mypurplespoon.com/2011/01/bacolod-entings-special-of-sagay.html">Read Food Blog entry here</a>] After having a very heavy lunch there, we then went to Robinson’s (with Les’ friends, Camille and Mac) to eat again. We had ice cream cake, Mexican Munchies and Fries from Taters (NOMNOM), and coffee at Bob’s. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The four hours I spent with Les and her friends wasn’t enough for us to catch up, but it was good to see her again. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am hoping to go back to Bacolod any time soon. I am really fascinated with the City and everything in it, especially the people. ♥</div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-17547510619125120772011-01-16T19:31:00.001+08:002011-01-16T19:31:35.416+08:00On Happiness.<div style="text-align: justify;">For a while you think that everything’s perfect, and that there’s nothing more you could ever want. But then you realize that it’s not how things should be. Reality is far from what we imagine. Sweet. Unpredictable. Cruel. You never know what to expect. “Life is like a box of chocolates,” Forrest Gump said. “You never know what you’re gonna get.” But chocolate, like everything else, doesn’t last.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was so happy that day, laughing by his side. Everything seemed so perfect. It felt so different. So inevitable. For the first time, I truly felt alive, not knowing how the roots underneath were slowly dying. I revel in each moment, oblivious to the nothingness that awaits.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why is it that each time that I am happy, I seem to pay the price with my tears? Is it because I don’t deserve to be happy? Because I’m simply unworthy? Don’t I deserve such gift like everyone else?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have long reconciled with the fact that death would be the final payment for the debts that I owe, for the life I’ve lived, and for the memories that make me who I am. But must I take each breath of joy incompletely, knowing that pain’s unrelenting embrace awaits, as I lay shivering at the chill of the knowledge of being unworthy? Nothing is without a price after all. What we think is free has already been paid for by someone else’s tears.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I ask these questions in silence, while drowning in the fact of being alone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He doesn’t understand. I am but the razor to make him see the truth. And I am afraid that my words might shatter his soul… and the life he gave to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To bathe in the glory of happiness and fulfillment, and to be pierced by daggers of ice not long after I’ve tasted the sweetness. We all live in borrowed happiness, each second fleeting, leaving you with an emptiness so full at its wake. I sit here paralyzed and unable to grasp its real meaning, not knowing how to stop hurting myself. Wanting to stay away from you yet having no courage to walk. I need to go… to shield myself from the pain that you are causing. But leaving would mean my death. My life's end. The vows we kept, the promises made, and dreams envisioned shall fade in a blur. No longer living, but not yet dead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Forever didn’t exist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Forever was a dream, something one could never grasp.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would never know whether I was wrong to believe in something so unreal as death lurks in every corner, stalking its prey. The death of life and the death of hope. But with you, I believed in the happiness of living.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I believed in us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Those fairy tales did have a semblance of reality after all. Only that life’s stories end in many ways. Among the many boxes on the storyboard, the last one always ends up torn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For fate to bring us together and hate to tear us apart, I could never understand. I had the chocolate in my hands, but somehow along the way, a realization that too much of it can make me feel sick.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh."</div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-27250240141986295812011-01-02T00:59:00.002+08:002011-01-16T15:35:53.853+08:00HNY: 11 Goals for 2011.<div style="text-align: justify;">Somewhere at the last week of 2010, I said I already gave up on love, life, and luck. But honestly, I would still want to cling to that little hope I have inside me that 2011 is a good year for me. This year, I gave myself a memorandum because if not, I’d still end up as<i><b> KamilleVersion2010</b></i>. I know I have been saying this every year but this time, I really mean it. I want to be a better person this 2011.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason why my 2010 was effed up is maybe because I didn’t set any goals. Don’t you think? So this year, I’m setting goals for myself just because.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here are my TO-DOs for 2011:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. <b>Invest on books</b>. This year, I promised myself that I will feed my brain. In 2010, the only book I finished reading was Jemima J. It’s a novel about ugly ducklings and swans. Nice read, btw. So yeah, this year, I want to expand my brain’s library. I can’t make excuses this time, like “<i>the bookstore is out of my way</i>” blah blah blah, because there’s always eBooks! READ.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. <b>Go to places</b>. Every year, I make it a point that I get to visit another place – one place, at least. This year, I am hoping to go to more places and discover more amazing cities, provinces, and maybe countries! Yayyy!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. <b>Get a decent camera</b>. I have been saving for this but every time I have the money to buy one, I end up spending it with other things. But this year, I am really determined to get a camera of my own. I can’t be leeching my Mom’s camera forever, right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. <b>Save money</b>. Yeah, so I can do #s 1, 2, and 3. ENOUGH SAID! :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. <b>Blog</b>. This year, I will do my best to take blogging seriously. Like more seriously that ever! Maybe be more active in the blogosphere, yeah? And attend blogging events to broaden my knowledge about, of course, blogging. This year, I am hoping I could put up a <b>FOOD BLOG</b>, which is my long-time dream<b>. </b>*fingers crossed*</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. <b>Meet new people</b>. I am hoping I get to meet lots and lots of amazing people this year, especially bloggers. Along with that, I also want to keep the ones that are worth keeping. You know, strengthen the ties and maybe rekindle old bonds? Hihi. It really feels good to be surrounded with friends and nice people so I’m looking forward to more friends this year!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. <b>Love life</b>. Ok, scratch that. I am not asking for the big L this year because as far as I can remember, I have been anticipating this every year but it doesn’t really come along. As they say,<i> muntik ng mahapit</i>. LOL. Well, if it comes, it comes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">8. <b>Healthy living</b>. By that, I mean, losing weight! Haha. This is the first time I set this thing to a goal. I have always been proud of me being big but this time, I need to lose some pounds. REALLY. Let’s say for health reasons. ;-) So in line with this, I want to <b>eat the healthy way</b>. I really love good food and I know I have the tongue for superb dishes so I don’t know if I can stop myself from diving in. Well maybe the word here is just <b>CONTROL</b>. Agree? Let’s see if I can really hold back on this. I also want to <b>cut down on my alcohol intake</b>. I have always been the defending champion in the <i>inumans</i> because, sad to say, I <strike>seldom</strike> do not get drunk anymore. Over the years, my dosage for alcohol has hit the highest level, thus my body is now immune to it. <i><b>FYI</b>: But I’m no alcoholic</i>!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">9. <b>Finish school</b>. Yayyy! I know I’m way past my “due date”, that is why I really have to get this done and over with. :-)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">10. <b>Get a real job</b>. Right after #9, I need to be independent and get a real job. I can’t be working online forever. I need SSS, PhilHealth, Pag-ibig, etc! LOL. But seriously, I miss how it felt like to be working in the real corporate world. <i><b>FYI</b>: I was once a <u>call-girl</u>! Hello, thank you for calling!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">11. <b>Get a place of my own</b>. If lucky enough, I want to move out from our house. Not that I really want to stay away from my family but how can I be independent if I still live with them, right? I need to practice myself. Regarding #10, who knows, I might be working outside Dumaguete or even outside the Visayas region? That is why I need to experience being independent.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There, there. I have 11 major –major goals to accomplish. <b>11 goals for 2011</b>. Yebaaah! I hope I will meet all these goals for this year and I’m pretty much excited to see the outcome but I will take it one day at a time. I easily have, more or less, 365 days to accomplish these goals. So let’s get it on!</div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-78311553713504856862010-12-16T00:32:00.002+08:002010-12-16T00:53:37.173+08:00Cebu And Friends.<center><img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z222/kamskee/DSC03199.png" alt="TheKaiComplex" border="0" /></center><br />This picture was taken some time last week in Chopstick Restaurant, IT Park. I went to Cebu City to visit my friends and cousin, and of course, to take a quick escape from reality here in Duma. HAHA:) Anyhoo, I posted this picture because I miss them already and I miss having foodtrips with them. <span style="font-style: italic;">Wala lang</span>. ♥Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-30254496633117889252010-12-14T22:54:00.003+08:002010-12-14T23:03:26.514+08:00Mobile McDonalds.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TQeF9LzaIYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B9bAk2i_Yv8/s1600/mcdonalds.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TQeF9LzaIYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B9bAk2i_Yv8/s400/mcdonalds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550552351944352130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >*Click the picture for a larger view*</span><br /></div><br />I have yet to try this one! McDonalds, you never fail to amaze me! Thank you, <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.ph">Nuffnang</a>, for the heads up! :)Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-81669799021004124502010-10-31T16:39:00.000+08:002010-11-02T17:46:01.364+08:00Halloween 2010.<div style="text-align: justify;">So it's the time of the year when anyone can dress up anything they like. Of course, it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">HALLOWEEN</span>! This occasion can be the best excuse to go out-of-fashion or some sort. Haha. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This year, me and my cuzzos dressed up as <a href="http://www.popcap.com/games/free/chuzzle">CHUZZLES</a>!</div></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_RiUP2iuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4y_bIDBZUhU/s1600/37936_1603672766171_1066677343_1691302_2519890_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_RiUP2iuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4y_bIDBZUhU/s400/37936_1603672766171_1066677343_1691302_2519890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534872854542584546" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_SJbOl59I/AAAAAAAAAWw/cYwCcIgd3n0/s1600/003806szt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_SJbOl59I/AAAAAAAAAWw/cYwCcIgd3n0/s400/003806szt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534873526431246290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We already passed the stage where we'd dress up as white ladies or ghosts. HAHA. No bloody/scary faces for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Halloween 2010</span>! :) We didn't go trick or treating anymore because we felt that we were too old for that already and in this little city, I bet no one would take us seriously. Specially with the hair. Haha. We had fun at the costume party held at home.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_cF-ixduI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZEynqQ4YEKo/s1600/halloween+party+2010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_cF-ixduI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZEynqQ4YEKo/s400/halloween+party+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534884462307931874" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_Y0VFMG6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/A5fQ0hSbd3M/s1600/halloween+party+2010.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And so... I will leave you with this very, very cute CHUZZLE, mmmkay? Don't laugh.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_dNioDsaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I9O_QZYJ-kA/s1600/74799_458551352331_793977331_5411193_6214904_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TM_dNioDsaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I9O_QZYJ-kA/s400/74799_458551352331_793977331_5411193_6214904_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534885691764486562" border="0" /></a><br />Now you can laugh as hard as you can. =))<br /></div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-9856896526740090012010-10-03T04:12:00.006+08:002010-10-03T04:43:25.522+08:00Going Japanese.Tonight, I had the most AWESOME dinner of my life, so far! LOL We wanted to have some Japanese food but I guess we were too lazy to go out so my Tita had this brilliant idea of ordering food from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mifune Japanese Restaurant</span>. It's the best take-out food I've ever had! The long board of Japanese food was unbelievable!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TKeVM8oWkxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mmAvGvjXW2k/s1600/yum%21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TKeVM8oWkxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mmAvGvjXW2k/s400/yum%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523547517659550482" border="0" /></a>It's actually good for 10-15 famished people.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mifune Japanese Restaurant</span> is owned and managed by a Japanese so it's really damn good authentic Japanese food. The whole board costs around<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Php 2,700</span>. Not too pricey actually. You can never go wrong with this for parties, feasts, or when you just feel going for some authentic and superb Japanese food.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mifune Japanese Restaurant</span> is situated in Sta. Catalina street, Dumaguete City. Just so you know, their place doesn't have the ambiance and all that sooo yeah. It's just really good food, men! :)Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-17175301649902337232010-09-14T04:55:00.012+08:002011-02-06T06:06:09.270+08:00One Step Forward, Two Steps Back.Dear <span style="font-style: italic;">future boyfriend</span>,<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Where are you now and what’s taking you so long to find me? Well it’s not that I’m so eager to fall in love with you but don’t you think I’ve waited long enough? It’s been quite some time now and I’ve been waiting for you to come and surprise me with your overwhelming love. I am so thrilled thinking that soon enough, someone like you will come to my life and love me no matter what I am – what I was. You will love me so much that you would just find yourself in tears because of the overflowing love you have for me. And I would just be besieged with the happiness that I will feel because finally, you happened. I just miss how it feels like to be loved and cared for.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I can hardly wait to meet you.</span> Really.<br />
<br />
Who are you? I wish I would know as early as now so that I could prepare myself, because I don’t think I can afford to have another failed relationship in the future. Oh no, not too soon. I just want to be ready because <span style="font-weight: bold;">I want us to be right</span>. I want to be the perfect girlfriend for you, sans telling me what to do. I want you to be the luckiest guy in this world for having me beside you all the time.<br />
<br />
Are you my friend’s brother? The hot classmate of mine from my Literature class? The law student I’ve been crushing on since first year college? The handsome gay seatmate of mine? The guy from the cheering team I’ve been checking out since last year? My friend’s ex? My friend? Someone I know for so long? Or perhaps you're someone I haven't met yet? There are so many possible people I could think of and I can just go on and on with my list of probabilities. But sad to say, no matter how I try, it’s yet too early to tell who you really are.<br />
<br />
I just want to let you know that no matter who you’ll be, once I feel that tangy feeling for you, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I will try my best to keep you – whatever it’ll take.</span> I must admit, I am never really good in relationships but I know that when the right person will come, there will be no such thing as “good” or “expert” in relationships anymore because I’ve learned that it’s never a one-way affair.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Give and take</span>, as they say. I am much more willing to learn this cycle with you soon.<br />
<br />
In God’s time, I know I will meet you, become my friend, and eventually, fall in love with you, and this may sound like cheese curls, but I really hope we’ll live happily ever after. Hahaha. Too soon for me to say that, I know. Well you might think I’m some hopeless romantic girl writing a letter to someone she doesn’t even have any idea who, but what I want you to know is that when our perfect time comes, I will let you read this so that you will be aware that on this very day, I was hoping that somewhere along my life’s journey, I wished for someone like you to come along. I will also be reading this to myself again, so that <span style="font-weight: bold;">every time I will see your face smiling back at me, I will be constantly reminded of a wish that was granted.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Come and find me now,<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Your future girlfriend<br />
<br />
<br />
</span></div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-54926216991519732922010-08-17T03:43:00.003+08:002010-08-19T03:51:13.492+08:00Oh Well.<blockquote>It was 2001 when I met my bud’s older brother, Ton. I was 15 then, he was 19. An unnoticeable high school girl having some crush with a campus crush college dude. I was like reaching for the stars.<br /><br />But fate was kind to me. We eventually became friends as well and constant textmates. He was giving me advices and all that, but I thought he was lame because he was treating me like a younger sister. But who was I to complain? Having my name and number stored in his phone's contacts was more than even enough! He was my dream boy…<br /><br />Until he became my boyfriend on October 21, 2002.<br /><br />The next four months weren’t easy at all. I had to deal with all the girls that would follow him wherever he went, the girls that would text and call him all the time. I had to deal with him being in college and I, still in high school. I had to deal with his crazy schedule and never-ending studyouts with other girls.<br /><br />He had to deal with my immaturity.<br /><br />On February 18, 2003, we finally took time apart. It was my immaturity, according to him, that brought us to that situation. I didn’t ask him to stay longer anymore, because he wanted space and time alone and I can not force that.<br /><br />He broke my fragile heart.<br /><br />I wouldn’t deny that I was bitter with him. I can’t imagine how easy it was for him to move on, how he was able to just smile and just laugh it off every time someone would pop the “WHY?” question regarding the break up. It was too casual for him, and there I was, about to take a quick escape from the world because I was hurt too much.<br /><br />But we remained good friends.<br /><br />Because I had no choice. We belong in one circle. He’s my friend’s brother, my friends’ friend, <strike>my boyfriend</strike>. Meaning, I get to see him on parties, I get to hang out with him, I get to text him, <strike>I get to hug and kiss him and tell him how much I still love him</strike>. I’m not quite sure if it was a help for my recovery but I was pretty sure with one thing — that I am happy I still get to see and talk to him whenever I want to.<br /><br />Fast forward to today, June 9, 2010. I am blogging this because I can’t deny the fact that I still have feelings for him and that I would trade everything I have just to have him back. It’s been seven long years since we’ve broken up, and in those years, I never doubted my feelings for him. I never doubted that it’s still him that I want.<br /><br />It’s absolutely crazy, I know, but there’s this inch of me that’s been hoping that we’d get back together, maybe not now, but hopefully soon. You know that feeling that even at the end of the day, it's still him you think about, you care about. That when you're alone, all you think is him, what he's doing, where he is. That when you see him with someone else, you stare at them and imagine it was you who he's with. That when you remember happy thoughts with him, you ask yourself "What if it's still us?". That after a failed relationship, it's still him you want to have back, and not whoever.<br /><br />That all you ever want to write in your Christmas wishlist is his name.<br /><br />Oh well, this feeling brings me back when I was still in high school. Back when he was just a crush and I was someone reaching for the stars. A big shiny star. :) </blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OMG. Seven </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">longfnckingcrap</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> years? Seriously now?</span>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-51962385735367182062010-08-10T00:17:00.005+08:002010-08-10T02:40:17.830+08:00My Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs For 2010.It's already the 4th year of this <a href="http://www.influentialblogger.net/2010/05/join-top-10-emerging-influential-blogs.html">writing project</a>, but this is the first time that I will be casting my votes. I admit I was totally anti-social with other blogs before, maybe that's why I didn't care about them that much. But this time, I realize that I shouldn't just leave these amazing blogs unnoticed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIBgL1vGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zEp5qOM-Meg/s1600/influ.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIBgL1vGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zEp5qOM-Meg/s400/influ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477935303408738" border="0" /></a><br />So here's my <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.influentialblogger.net/2010/05/join-top-10-emerging-influential-blogs.html">Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs for 2010</a>:<br /><br />1. <a href="http://rabsing.com/">Rabsing</a> - Ricky is a personal friend of mine way before he started blogging. I believe it was I who introduced blogging to him and I can't believe how far he's gone in the blogosphere. I am truly proud of him and his passion to sing. I've seen him sing live during school activities before but you must agree that he has brought his singing career to the next level! Rabsing.com is the only singing blog I know! (Is there such thing as a "<span style="font-style: italic;">singing blog</span>", by the way? Lulzzz)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rabsing.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIB1VicFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oS7_sgARkcw/s400/rabsing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477940981231698" border="0" /></a><br />2.<a href="http://www.libotero.com/"> Libotero</a> - I would love to travel only if I had the time and the extra moolah for it. But unfortunately, I don't! Haha:) This blog helps me to, somehow, "experience" and "feel" other places in the Philippines by reading the entries and looking at the amazing pictures.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://libotero.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBICR00-6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/181EzvEi48s/s400/libotero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477948628663202" border="0" /></a><br />3. <a href="http://everythingubec.blogspot.com/">EverythingUbec</a> - Well I frequent Cebu because aside from the fact that it's one of the nearest island to Negros, I think it's really an amazing island. You can find almost everything that's next to paradise in that wonderful island. I go to the city if I feel like getting myself into a fast-pacing busy life, or I can go down south where the mystical falls are located, or I could drive up north to give myself a treat to some relaxing beach. Thus, this island is really really close to my heart. Now in this site, I find most of Cebu City's latest happenings - what's in and what's not. Nice!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everythingubec.blogspot.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIC7a66oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5hR_4Rw4rGA/s400/everythingubec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477959794289282" border="0" /></a><br />4. <a href="http://www.project52weeks.com/">Project52Weeks</a> - This videoblog is owned by one of the bloggers that I look up to, Micamyx. I must say that this blog has a unique way of documenting 2010 because it will showcase 52 short videos by Micamyx. Cool, isn't it?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.project52weeks.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIDKnJXJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eUx27Onx9ew/s400/p25w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503477963872099474" border="0" /></a><br />5. <a href="http://www.wheninmanila.com/">WhenInManila</a> - This events blog basically features everything in Manila - from food to nightlife to events and other cool stuff! I see this blog's name everywhere in the blogosphere. Thus, this blog is really really influential. Don't you think eh?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wheninmanila.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIlTyL5sI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ic4yFFmipo4/s400/wheninmanila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478550449874626" border="0" /></a><br />6. <a href="http://gandaeversomuch.com/">GandaEverSoMuch</a> - Sa name pa lang ng blog, it'll make you smile already. Well this blog makes me chuckle every time I visit it. This personal blog is owned by a blogger named Orman whose humor is unbelievable, in a good way! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gandaeversomuch.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIll6DCmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/99yOGMFr8ik/s400/gandaever+so+much.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478555314686562" border="0" /></a><br />7. <a href="http://nomnomclub.com/">Nomnomclub</a> - Being a food enthusiast that I am, I just can't leave food blogs unnoticed. Lulzzz!:) This particular food blog is one of my favorites because there's humor, amazing write-up, and very very effective pictures! Every time I visit thie blog, it'll either make me salivate or it'll make me say "<span style="font-style: italic;">Nomnom, ong sorop nomon</span>!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nomnomclub.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBIl9rQ0oI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qzAe1qdrWV4/s400/nomnom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478561695126146" border="0" /></a><br />8. <a href="http://pigginoutsessions.blogspot.com/">PigginOutSessions</a> - This is another amazing food blog that I know of. The entries are usually about food events or dishes that are found in Cebu City. The write-ups are exceptional since the blogger writes for a local mag/paper and mind you, his photos are equally as amazing as his write ups since I believe he's a photographer as well. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Side note:</span> the blogger is <strike>yummy</strike> a Cebuano -- his name is Doyzkie. Hahaha:)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pigginoutsessions.blogspot.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBImGZ7DvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gLVjtGhPxqU/s400/piggin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478564038315762" border="0" /></a><br />9. <a href="http://www.kusinamaria.com/">KusinaMaria</a> - As what I've mentioned, I love to eat! I love everything about food. This food blog showcases different recipes by Ria Jose and it features different entrees and desserts too. She also gives tips and tricks on cooking, baking, etc. This food blog, I must say, is the bomb! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kusinamaria.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TGBImdt_2cI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8LP_m0seUNg/s400/kusina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503478570296531394" border="0" /></a><br />10. <a href="http://fatgirlnomore.com/">FatGirlNoMore</a> - Contrary to the fact that I am a food enthusiast, I also want to lose some weight. I totally feel the blogger of this blog, because I'm also going through what she's experiencing as an overweight. It isn't easy you know, and it'll never be. I know because I also have to deal with life's challenges and obstacles of being obese. 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Sooo yeah, I just had my very first experience as a symposium speaker. I was asked if I could share my little knowledge about the latest trends of the internet to the special science class of Demetrio L. Alviola National High School (DLANHS), Bindoy, Negros Oriental. How could I say no to the kids?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TFZWAnyDbxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UtK-FQguZyc/s1600/asdf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TFZWAnyDbxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UtK-FQguZyc/s400/asdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500678563558551314" border="0" /></a>So first, I talked about <span style="font-weight: bold;">Social Networking Sites</span> - categories, advantages, disadvantages, examples, etc. I didn't have a hard time explaining this to them since almost everyone is aware of Social Networking Sites. I only helped them broaden their knowledge about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TFZWAyKrztI/AAAAAAAAAUg/59evQ4mY58Y/s1600/38549_1239789613266_1785088085_467397_5917373_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TFZWAyKrztI/AAAAAAAAAUg/59evQ4mY58Y/s400/38549_1239789613266_1785088085_467397_5917373_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500678566346215122" border="0" /></a>The second part of my talk was <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLOGGING 101</span>. It was all about the basics of blogging - what's a blog, how does it work, and all that. You see, we can't deny that blogging has become one of the most influential trend on the world wide web these days and I am very proud to be a part of the blogging community, so sharing my itsy bitsy knowledge about blogging to the special science class of Demetrio L. Alviola National High School (DLANHS) was really, and I mean REEEAAALLY, my privilege.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TFZWBFT12MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/92pgzh4QBD8/s1600/37861_1239797773470_1785088085_467440_1914428_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TFZWBFT12MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/92pgzh4QBD8/s400/37861_1239797773470_1785088085_467440_1914428_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500678571484895426" border="0" /></a>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-12133543607919581382010-07-07T03:25:00.010+08:002010-08-02T13:59:16.437+08:00When In Dumaguete.Last May, my BFF Jizzy from Cebu came to Dumaguete City for a quick visit. She actually studied her 3 years in high school here so she's quite familiar with the places around. Since it was her first visit after so long, I brought her to one of my fave places in the Ghetto (our term for Dumaguete --> Dumaghetto).<br /><br />We had lunch at Gabby's Bistro which is, by the way, just a block away from my house. The bistro is located at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.florentinahomes.com">Florentina Homes</a>, Rovira Road. Their food is superb and not pricey at all! The ambiance is amazing, and I just love EVERYTHING about Gabby's Bistro. This is the best place to go to have fun dining and experience an unbelievably amazing ambiance.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJA-yEd7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/_KDvpZcnxXs/s1600/30162_123809947633019_100000120432850_332673_5272868_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJA-yEd7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/_KDvpZcnxXs/s400/30162_123809947633019_100000120432850_332673_5272868_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490883020640778162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chips and dip</span> -- the chips are very thin crisp. Yum!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJAg1XaAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WV8h3-djNAE/s1600/30162_123809954299685_100000120432850_332675_1893955_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJAg1XaAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WV8h3-djNAE/s400/30162_123809954299685_100000120432850_332675_1893955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490883012601538562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mozzarella sticks</span> -- this is very very very yum! The herby dip goes well with the sticks!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJAAS6_gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n289l6Wtpg8/s1600/30162_123809960966351_100000120432850_332677_2834377_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJAAS6_gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n289l6Wtpg8/s400/30162_123809960966351_100000120432850_332677_2834377_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490883003867135490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Calamares/Squid Rings</span> -- one of the best in town!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJ_BgtvfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x9blPpvFOv4/s1600/30162_123809984299682_100000120432850_332681_2532220_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOJ_BgtvfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x9blPpvFOv4/s400/30162_123809984299682_100000120432850_332681_2532220_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490884086525181426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pork Parmigiana</span> -- breaded pork topped with cheese. This is really good too!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOI_I57hpI/AAAAAAAAATo/hzYmbpxD3bY/s1600/30162_123809977633016_100000120432850_332679_5004780_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDOI_I57hpI/AAAAAAAAATo/hzYmbpxD3bY/s400/30162_123809977633016_100000120432850_332679_5004780_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490882988998362770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baby Back Ribs</span> -- one of the house's specialty. This is really really really, and I mean REALLY, good! You can never go wrong with this! :)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gabby's Bistro</span><br />Florentina Homes, Rovira Road,<br />Bantayan, Dumaguete City<br />+63-35 422-0827<br />http://florentinahomes.com<br />florentinahomes@yahoo.comKai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-51548954604429335652010-07-04T14:12:00.009+08:002010-08-02T13:59:48.220+08:00Jehzlau Is Love.Why do I deserve an <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/2010/05/im-giving-away-an-android-phone.html">Android phone</a> from <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/">Jehzlau</a>?<br /><br />Well...<br /><br />1. He stepped on my precious foot during <a href="http://philippines.wordcamp.org/">WordCamp</a> 2008, and he didn't even say sorry. Lol. No, seriously, I ♡ <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/">Jehzlau-Concepts</a>. :)<br /><br />2. This is the ONLY way for me to own something high-end.<br /><br />3. My phone really sucks. It's the cheapest qwerty phone I can afford. It looks good physically, but everything inside is blah!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDAuv1F8JMI/AAAAAAAAATI/e4lcuNLCn7k/s1600/myphoneq22duo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TDAuv1F8JMI/AAAAAAAAATI/e4lcuNLCn7k/s400/myphoneq22duo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489939345005356226" border="0" /></a> 4. As a frustrated blogger, I want to experience blogging through phone.<br /><br />5. I've never won in any contest in my life and I would die just to win this time.<br /><br />6. I'd kill just to have this phone. (Violent much? Hehe.)<br /><br />7. Because Dumaguete is so third world, I don't even think an <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/2010/05/im-giving-away-an-android-phone.html">Android phone</a> exists in this place. Wouldn't it be amazing if I'd be the first one to have it here? *beautiful eyes*<br /><br />8. Because if I win this <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/2010/05/im-giving-away-an-android-phone.html">Android phone</a>, I promise to give my 3-month old phone to a phoneless person. I just want to return the blessin<span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">g and do a good deed just like what <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/">Jehzlau</a> is doing. :)<br /><br />9. I feel like a loser my entire life and I would like to know how it feels like to be a winner.<br /><br />10. Because the <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/2010/05/im-giving-away-an-android-phone.html">Android phone</a> is just AMAZING and so is <a href="http://www.jehzlau-concepts.com/">Jehzlau</a>. And I believe I am too. Lol:)<br /></span></span>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-53393653251212571202010-07-03T17:48:00.012+08:002010-08-02T14:00:33.131+08:00Random 102.<div style="text-align: justify;">My family is so awesome, they decided to have an instant party last night. Well it all started when my grandpop wanted to eat lechon and I wanted to eat gambas and stuffed squid. Good thing my grandmom was up for it because she's the only one who knows how to cook. Preparations were made on that same friggin' day. So yeah, poooof! Instant feast, beybeh!<br /></div><center><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PX8OukiI/AAAAAAAAATA/HlkUn4nxJz4/s1600/28277_1462557198370_1066677343_1356258_275558_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PX8OukiI/AAAAAAAAATA/HlkUn4nxJz4/s400/28277_1462557198370_1066677343_1356258_275558_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489623374767231522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lechon</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PXp2SRZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Z584xalBnes/s1600/35835_1462559358424_1066677343_1356272_2953041_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PXp2SRZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Z584xalBnes/s400/35835_1462559358424_1066677343_1356272_2953041_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489623369832875410" border="0" /></a>When there's lechon, there's<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Dinuguan</span></span>/<span style="font-weight: bold;">Blood stew</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PXGgBbQI/AAAAAAAAASw/ehnLdjJ_Xac/s1600/28277_1462557238371_1066677343_1356259_2266557_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PXGgBbQI/AAAAAAAAASw/ehnLdjJ_Xac/s400/28277_1462557238371_1066677343_1356259_2266557_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489623360344255746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baked squid stuffed with mozzarella cheese and bacon, covered with sour cream</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PWu51AGI/AAAAAAAAASo/9HchkZcVCp4/s1600/35835_1462559118418_1066677343_1356266_3151492_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PWu51AGI/AAAAAAAAASo/9HchkZcVCp4/s400/35835_1462559118418_1066677343_1356266_3151492_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489623354010042466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gambas</span> soaked in butter! *slurppp*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PWdnOQVI/AAAAAAAAASg/JxXYZfOoNAM/s1600/35835_1462559158419_1066677343_1356267_1356938_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8PWdnOQVI/AAAAAAAAASg/JxXYZfOoNAM/s400/35835_1462559158419_1066677343_1356267_1356938_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489623349368602962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chicken cordon bleu</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OnKcvAXI/AAAAAAAAASY/yTz5QOtuZxw/s1600/35835_1462559198420_1066677343_1356268_6639039_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OnKcvAXI/AAAAAAAAASY/yTz5QOtuZxw/s400/35835_1462559198420_1066677343_1356268_6639039_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489622536770486642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sashimi</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OmnQnYYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9igG_jQbuqU/s1600/35835_1462559278422_1066677343_1356270_7970112_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OmnQnYYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9igG_jQbuqU/s400/35835_1462559278422_1066677343_1356270_7970112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489622527324414338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Steamed lapu-lapu</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OmUuKvVI/AAAAAAAAASI/mHdwQV8zSVY/s1600/35835_1462559318423_1066677343_1356271_2741437_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OmUuKvVI/AAAAAAAAASI/mHdwQV8zSVY/s400/35835_1462559318423_1066677343_1356271_2741437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489622522348092754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Macaroni salad</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OmHyx0TI/AAAAAAAAASA/ooa0fOPOcR0/s1600/35835_1462559438426_1066677343_1356274_1813020_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OmHyx0TI/AAAAAAAAASA/ooa0fOPOcR0/s400/35835_1462559438426_1066677343_1356274_1813020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489622518877770034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leche flan</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OlEfHd8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eImQfY_9GYs/s1600/35835_1462559398425_1066677343_1356273_2034706_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TC8OlEfHd8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/eImQfY_9GYs/s400/35835_1462559398425_1066677343_1356273_2034706_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489622500810127298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pavlova</span> - the best!<br /></center>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-60905091428561324032010-06-06T15:38:00.012+08:002010-08-02T14:01:20.421+08:00Because It's Usually Not Like That.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">May 31, 2009</span>. Different individuals with different personality, beliefs, and culture were brought together in the magical place of MoalBoal, Cebu. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dentistry student</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">future economist</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> registered nurse</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">rockstar-slash-stage actor</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">student nurse</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">music master</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> IT specialist-slash-model wannabe</span>, and a <span style="font-weight: bold;">call center agent</span>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TAvH-zlgLMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5psbeYe1JqU/s1600/okramoal.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TAvH-zlgLMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5psbeYe1JqU/s400/okramoal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479693253439663298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Team Okra Warriors</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> was born.</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">May 31, 2010</span>. These eight individuals celebrated their 1st year anniversary as friends. Who would have thought that after a year, we would still enjoy each others company considering our differences and OFs (other friends, haha!).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TAvH-n44jlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g6C4_-xQJ4Y/s1600/okra+first.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/TAvH-n44jlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g6C4_-xQJ4Y/s400/okra+first.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479693250299727442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Happy first year anniversary, Team Okra!</span><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Looking forward for more years with you guys!</span></div></div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-72782273484931750372010-04-15T03:11:00.001+08:002010-08-02T14:02:00.853+08:00It's Complicated.This might not be the right time, but I don't really know when the perfect timing for this is. I know this is plain stupidity and that you're just making some things easier for me. This could be your way of returning the favor perhaps, but don't you think everything's been too much already? I should know my limitations for this, but with you around, it feels like as if there are no rules to follow.<br /><br />You make it so easy.<br /><br />You make me so careless.<br /><br />Things are unclear right now, and according to some social networking site, "It's complicated". Well I've finally felt <em>this</em> feeling everyone's been trying to explain to me. You know the <em>this-feels-good-but-this-is-going-nowhere</em> feeling? Yeah, I guess this is it.<br /><br />This is not going anywhere, and I bet you feel the same way too. So I suggest we make things clear by staying as friends. I know it's bleak, but this is what I want to remember -- the happy times.Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-71882907090896231782010-03-26T14:39:00.005+08:002010-08-02T14:02:58.727+08:00Work It.Since it's summer, and I think I'm still on the no-class-no-allowance policy with my Mom, I thought of having some sideline <span style="font-style: italic;">raket</span> to support myself. Though I've been working on <a href="http://www.odesk.com/referrals/track/kaaam">oDesk</a> but I'm saving up for a digital camera. I'm not hoping for a DSLR anymore because it's like shooting for the stars. A decent digicam will do. Hopeless people can't be choosers, you know.<br /><br />Since it's election time, I thought of using my lay-out<span style="font-style: italic;">ing</span> techniques and some marketing strategies, and there's this local candidate who was nice enough to hire me for my expertise. I only had limited resources so I had to go an extra mile in looking for a cheap but <span style="font-style: italic;">de kalidad</span> printing shop. You see, running for public office is not a joke, and not to mention, very costly! It's important to, at least, bring your costings down.<br /><br />This friend of mine who works for a printing shop in Cebu City generously offered me an unbelievably low rate for the tarpaulins. So gaiz, for designs, prints, photography, or video production, please please please check out <a href="http://archivusdesigns.com/">ARCHIVUS DESIGNS</a>. They actually have two branches in Cebu City -- Nasipit, Talamban and Junquera street. You may contact ARCHIVUS DESIGNS at (032) 253-2615 or 412-9484. If you're up to mass and fast production, then they're the best people to go to. As their tag line says, they <span style="font-style: italic;">create things easier</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/S6xgTD523II/AAAAAAAAAP4/-aKVd8xBUCE/s1600/archivus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 55px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/S6xgTD523II/AAAAAAAAAP4/-aKVd8xBUCE/s400/archivus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452839129420586114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"></span></span>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-25806663651689006592010-03-22T00:07:00.004+08:002010-08-02T14:03:28.710+08:00The Emoness In Me.Every time I feel the urge to write, it's either I feel too up, or too down. Just like now, I feel so shitty. I don't understand exactly, but all I know is that I feel there are a lot of things to cry about now. I've been carrying this heavy heart lately, and I just wish I have someone to cry on. I wish everything's just fine right now so that I could be happy -- WE could all be happy.<br /><br />I know people change, but memories don't, right? We outgrow the things we were used to do and have. That's given, and I completely understand that. But I just think it's quite unfair that everything around me has changed and moved on, and leaving me just the way I am. Why can't I just move forward and live my life the way I should be living it?<br /><br />You know the feeling when you want to do this and that because that's what you guys were used to do, but you can't because your fellas have other more important things to do anymore, and besides, it's not their thing anymore? It hurts like crap, you know, because you can't do the things you enjoy most with your friends anymore. But all you can do is just act as if you're not affected, but inside you, there's this knife stabbing every organ you have inside your human body.<br /><br />I wish I have friends who are by my side right now.<br /><br />So maybe no one's reaching out, or maybe someone is, but I just can't feel it. But <span style="font-style: italic;">prideorwhatsoever</span> aside, I miss them. That's all.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><center><img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z222/kamskee/friends.jpg" /></center>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-7655698200675564052010-02-14T01:43:00.005+08:002010-08-02T14:04:05.345+08:00Valentine's Day 2010.<div style="text-align: center;">When love is not madness, it is not love.<br /></div><br />Happy Valentine's day, everyone! I'm sick and stuck in my room since the 11th. Can't go out, can't drink anymore (boohoo!), and Doc's putting me on a diet. I hope I will survive this -- the diet, that is. Lulzzz. So anyway, I thought I should post an entry about love or something like it, since it is Valentine's day today, but nah, I changed my mind. Rather, I wanna write someone a letter and she'll be reading this next V-day - February 14, 2011, since that someone is missing this year's V-day.<br /><br />Dear K,<br /><br />By this time, you're probably getting ready for a dinner with maybe your family or your special someone. I'd like to choose the latter, 'cause that would be exciting, don't you think? Considering that you've never spent this special day with... ehem. You know what I mean. I'm guessing you'll be receiving some chocolates and a bunch of white roses later. White, because you always thought that they're simple and elegant than those of the red ones which, as you said, looks bloody. And perhaps, Ferrero Rocher for the chocolates? I know, I know. Your favorites are Twix and Butterfinger, but come on, it's Valentine's anyway.It's about time you receive some decent Valentine chocolates.<br /><br />Today, I'd like to believe you've already lost some pounds so that you could wear the black kinky dress you saw from Kamiseta. I remember you gave that dress a <span style="font-style: italic;">someday-i'll-fucking-wear-you </span>look, and I just think that today is the best time to wear it. And oh, by the way, wear that red high heels you got from Alberto. It'd look good with the black dress.<br /><br />He's probably taking you to this new resto along the boulevard and you guys will be having some fine dining. Maybe some caviar and fois gras would just be awesome for tonight. And for desert, perhaps crema de tropicale? Gawd, I'm salivating right now. Then after he pays the bill (of course, that's given already -- HE pays), you guys would chill somewhere not too noisy and crowded. You know, just talk and enjoy each others company, then maybe take you home at around past midnight.<br /><br />But knowing the simple girl that you are,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> that</span> is not your kind of a Valentine's day. You'd probably just hang out with your friends and get boozed, because you never want to spend your V-day with some formality, right? I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but it seems that it's just your way of the so-called defense mechanism. But blah, whatever. I hope you've grown up already by this time, and maybe realize that not everyone takes advantage of you. You're too paranoid. Lulzzz.<br /><br />When you get to read this, don't forget to write me back and tell me how great your Valentine's 2011 was.<br /><br />Lurve,<br />YourselfKai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446261732040125560.post-33803404457848863172010-01-15T08:50:00.001+08:002010-08-02T14:05:18.736+08:00Random 101.So yeah, I haven't been blogging lately and I don't even know why I'm blogging right now. I just felt the urge to blog so here I am, typing. Ok, that's random! Lulzzz!<br /><br />Well actually, the <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> reason why I haven't been blogging is because I am already <a href="http://www.odesk.com/referrals/track/kaaam">working online</a>. Have you ever heard of <a href="http://www.odesk.com/referrals/track/kaaam">oDesk</a>? Jeez, I'm a slave of that site now. Though I'm not earning as much as what I was earning when I was still working in a call center, but what the hell. I am earning my <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">own</span> money. Period.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://images.plurk.com/3150331_d07a0ddaaeb7390838dbe95d3c4f9789.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hooray for the chipped nail polish!</span><br /><br /></div>Few days ago, I received my <span style="font-weight: bold;">Payoneer Debit Card</span>. It looks <span style="font-style: italic;">kewl</span> in shiny black. I already activated my card but I haven't tried using it yet 'cause I want my first cash out to be something memorable. Hahaha. I mean, when I cash out, I want to do something nice with the money like maybe buy something or use the money to go somewhere. You know me, I just want my firsts to be memorable.<br /><br />I've been saving up for that <span style="font-weight: bold;">Samsung Corby Txt B3210</span> phone. It looks cute and I've always wanted a qwerty phone ever since that Nokia communicator I was using died on me. I haven't had a Samsung phone because I'm a Nokia person, but let's face it, I can't afford an E63 or E71 right now, so I forced my heart to love Corby Txt. Lulzzz! But srsly, I want to try Samsung this time. The only thing I don't like about Corby Txt is that it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">not WiFi ready</span>. But I can deal with that since it can still browse the net anyway. And I have a laptop, which is by the way acting up on me right now, and a stable internet connection here at home so it's all good.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/S1ChQjGQIxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lo0yOJ5H5GU/s1600-h/SGH-B3210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjOOzjD2Ies/S1ChQjGQIxI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lo0yOJ5H5GU/s400/SGH-B3210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427014856652890898" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Ain't that a candy!</div>Kai of My Purple Spoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316517706267482389noreply@blogger.com0