<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:18:16.494+08:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='commute'/><category term='anything_and_everything'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='senti'/><category term='work'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>sleep talking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-8710060484520040532</id><published>2008-09-23T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:11:11.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving...</title><summary type='text'>i'm thinking of moving my blog to multiply, since i have most of my pics there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/8710060484520040532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=8710060484520040532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/8710060484520040532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/8710060484520040532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving.html' title='moving...'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-535065448147117547</id><published>2008-05-09T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:43:09.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>freedom!</title><summary type='text'>He came to set the captives free...
happy independence day to me! ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/535065448147117547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=535065448147117547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/535065448147117547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/535065448147117547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom.html' title='freedom!'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-5835967516116607014</id><published>2008-01-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:55:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sink or swim</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i feel like i'm in the middle of the ocean without any lifeline; but who knows -- maybe God is teaching me how to swim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/5835967516116607014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=5835967516116607014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/5835967516116607014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/5835967516116607014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2008/01/sink-or-swim.html' title='sink or swim'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-8068990738704849809</id><published>2007-04-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:52:56.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>amazing love (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>"Amazing love, oh what sacrifice, 
the Son of God, given for me. 
My debt He paid 
and my death He died, 
that I might live, 
that I might live." 



i have heard the medley of both "amazing love" songs by acapella praise several years back, and i must say that it was very lovely ;) 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/8068990738704849809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=8068990738704849809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/8068990738704849809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/8068990738704849809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/04/amazing-love-part-2.html' title='amazing love (part 2)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-3676753812439743875</id><published>2007-04-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:46:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing love</title><summary type='text'>"Amazing love! How can it be,  
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/3676753812439743875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=3676753812439743875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/3676753812439743875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/3676753812439743875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/04/amazing-love.html' title='amazing love'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-3769933406326942105</id><published>2007-03-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:56:21.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything_and_everything'/><title type='text'>farewell to a "feet"-ful friend</title><summary type='text'>tonight, i say goodbye to a friend who has been faithful to me for more than 5 years. she who has been with me through hours of walking down the streets of kuala lumpur. she who has trudged the minnesotan snow with me one halloween night. she who has boosted my confidence on countless client meetings. she who has rejoiced with me on several weddings. 


even in her last hour, she did not let me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/3769933406326942105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=3769933406326942105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/3769933406326942105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/3769933406326942105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/03/farewell-to-feet-ful-friend.html' title='farewell to a &quot;feet&quot;-ful friend'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-2656550233508182356</id><published>2007-02-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:39:31.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>buko ni fruitas</title><summary type='text'>my latest craving, discovered when k.dei and i watched the free sugarfree concert in eastwood last january 13. 


      
the different "flavors" of buko ni fruitas -- buko fruit salad (the ones i bought in paseo had strawberry and lychee), buko halo-halo, buko strawberry, buko mangga 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/2656550233508182356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=2656550233508182356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/2656550233508182356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/2656550233508182356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/02/buko-ni-fruitas.html' title='buko ni fruitas'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-8973783673151014708</id><published>2007-02-03T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:27:01.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><title type='text'>sleepless</title><summary type='text'>
here is a poem i wrote last year, at a major point in my life. and since i changed my blog title, i thought that this would make an appropriate "first" post.



sleepless 
(5/21/2006)


i'm losing sleep over you 
and i don't know what to do 
you're an itch i can't scratch 
a butterfly i can't catch 
a dream that i want to come true 

i'm losing sleep over you 
and there's not much i can do 
but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/8973783673151014708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=8973783673151014708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/8973783673151014708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/8973783673151014708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/02/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-7204079461144200160</id><published>2007-01-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:56:21.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commute'/><title type='text'>skirts and stops</title><summary type='text'>i wore a short skirt some days ago. i was not in the mood to iron any slacks, and there was this skirt that my cousin gave me that i haven't worn ever. 

i just found it amusing that guys seem to notice me more when i'm wearing a skirt. and i don't even have nice legs (blame it on genetics and the overly long lines in the Math building) ;) in 5 minutes, i had 3 taxis stop in front of me, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/7204079461144200160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=7204079461144200160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/7204079461144200160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/7204079461144200160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/01/skirts-and-stops_21.html' title='skirts and stops'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-4871163081964874546</id><published>2007-01-20T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T06:00:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under construction</title><summary type='text'>i am in the process of renovating my site. however, i'm also procrastinating (too many games to play), so please bear with me ;) now, if i can only figure out blogspot's new codes...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/4871163081964874546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=4871163081964874546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/4871163081964874546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/4871163081964874546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/01/under-construction.html' title='under construction'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-487542830071969789</id><published>2007-01-13T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:11:59.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>not my usual Christmas</title><summary type='text'>
i had noticed some things that were different in the way our family prepared for and celebrated last Christmas:




*  i did not buy a Christmas present for myself. ever since i got a job, i would always buy a present for myself on special occasions. i would even buy something for myself just because :P it was my way of pampering myself. last Christmas was different in that i only bought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/487542830071969789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=487542830071969789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/487542830071969789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/487542830071969789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-my-usual-christmas_13.html' title='not my usual Christmas'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-7540029402023154270</id><published>2007-01-07T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:30:56.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><title type='text'>four "sugarfree" years</title><summary type='text'>sugarfree is one of my favorite bands. their music reminds me of eraserheads (another favorite). their songs are melodious, though half won't give you an LSS. but the lyrics! the lyrics are something else. what i really, really like about them is that they are "singing my life with (their) words". so here are four years of my life, as told by sugarfree:



2003
 huling gabi
 unang araw
 kung ayaw</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/7540029402023154270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=7540029402023154270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/7540029402023154270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/7540029402023154270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2007/01/four-sugarfree-years_07.html' title='four &quot;sugarfree&quot; years'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-116549924053550003</id><published>2006-11-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:11:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's 2nd birthday</title><summary type='text'>my baby is now two "years" old! he does not take after me, he's more fair-skinned. actually, he's pale -- with yellow and blue "blotches". no, he's not sick nor extra-terrestrial. and two-"issues"-old is more appropriate. i'm talking about our company's newsletter, of course :P


i joined the company's newsletter team early this year because i was getting bored with my work (and i wanted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/116549924053550003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=116549924053550003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116549924053550003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116549924053550003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/11/babys-2nd-birthday.html' title='baby&apos;s 2nd birthday'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-116524525872462294</id><published>2006-11-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:06:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in another foreign land: land of the rising sun</title><summary type='text'>i went to japan last week. it was neither a job-hunting trip nor a sightseeing tour. i was there on official business -- to gather requirements for some of the projects we will be doing for our clients in japan.


since i am too lazy to write, i will just quote some emails i sent while i was there.





i'm already here in japan :P my flight was delayed for almost 2 hours. the client wondered why</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/116524525872462294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=116524525872462294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116524525872462294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116524525872462294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/11/mini-boss-in-another-foreign-land-land.html' title='mini-boss in another foreign land: land of the rising sun'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-116222677294758409</id><published>2006-10-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:02:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween in a foreign land</title><summary type='text'>around this time last year, i went to my first "authentic" halloween party. sure, we've had halloween parties when i was child. i usually dressed up as a white lady, because it was easiest, and together with my siblings and cousins, danced the night away to the tune of the latest 80's disco songs in the glow of our christmas tree's blinking lights. 


but last year was different, because i was in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/116222677294758409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=116222677294758409&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116222677294758409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116222677294758409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-in-foreign-land.html' title='halloween in a foreign land'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-116197192855017917</id><published>2006-09-10T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:58:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i've [got] my mojo!"</title><summary type='text'>



i've finally bought a pair of those rubber sandals i've always wanted since college. :D back then, we called them "mojos" (i think "mojo" is the brand that was sold in the university shopping center). but this particular pair, i bought in a sports shop in the mall, and was of a different brand. the straps are blue, and the base, black. on the underside, it's got an interesting pattern of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/116197192855017917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=116197192855017917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116197192855017917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116197192855017917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-got-my-mojo_10.html' title='&quot;i&apos;ve [got] my mojo!&quot;'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-116197186617287982</id><published>2006-08-24T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:57:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom comes at a painful cost</title><summary type='text'>i had my first surgery today. my second wisdom tooth was growing, and it was causing me pain for several days now. it was so painful that last wednesday i went to my dentist, dra. grace, to have a checkup. she told me that there was an oricardial (not sure if i spelled it correctly) tissue that was on top of my erupting second tooth, and that it had to be removed. she said that the surgery will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/116197186617287982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=116197186617287982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116197186617287982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116197186617287982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/08/wisdom-comes-at-painful-cost_24.html' title='wisdom comes at a painful cost'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-116197179597242535</id><published>2006-07-23T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:52:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me?! a what?!</title><summary type='text'>


family picture taken new year's eve 2005


i attended my former church in the province at my father's behest because the pastor was going to pray for our family. if you knew my father, you'd know that i couldn't possibly turn down that request. so there i was, that sunday morning, attending that church with my whole family. when it was prayer time, a woman prayed for each of us sisters. and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/116197179597242535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=116197179597242535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116197179597242535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/116197179597242535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-what_23.html' title='me?! a what?!'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-115721331361529067</id><published>2006-07-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:36:03.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five things you probably don't know about me</title><summary type='text'>I got tagged by mismo. So here's my list of five things you probably don't know about me:



superman returns is the first superman movie that i've watched from beginning to end.
i talk in my sleep.
i hate stepping on sewers and manhole covers, and i try my best to avoid them as much as possible.
i can eat sinigang on several consecutive meals.
i wanted to be an artist / fashion designer when i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/115721331361529067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=115721331361529067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115721331361529067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115721331361529067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/07/five-things-you-probably-dont-know.html' title='five things you probably don&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-115615230072818593</id><published>2006-07-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:00:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the land of smiles</title><summary type='text'>my friends from the office and i went to thailand over the weekend. since i'm too lazy, i'll just let someone else tell the story :P 
  
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/115615230072818593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=115615230072818593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115615230072818593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115615230072818593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/07/land-of-smiles.html' title='the land of smiles'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-115149607995177977</id><published>2006-06-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:45:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimate - immediate</title><summary type='text'>"Do not sacrifice the ultimate on the altar of the immediate." -- Nathan Lee, CCF Pastor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/115149607995177977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=115149607995177977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115149607995177977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115149607995177977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/06/ultimate-immediate.html' title='ultimate - immediate'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-115004734957306041</id><published>2006-06-12T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:44:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more real than PBB (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>i have cleaned the bathroom today! yey! only my section of the bedroom remains... i hope i can buy a study table tomorrow so that i can move some of my stuff downstairs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/115004734957306041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=115004734957306041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115004734957306041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/115004734957306041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-real-than-pbb-part-2.html' title='more real than PBB (part 2)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114944942592705768</id><published>2006-06-05T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:40:19.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more real than PBB</title><summary type='text'>what would it take to bring six people with busy work schedules and active social lives to allot two days to clean a dust-ridden house? a miracle, of course. and a miracle was what happened last weekend, as my housemates and i, performed our annual (and much dreaded) general house cleaning.


added to the usual fare is the challenge of fitting another study table to our already crowded living </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114944942592705768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114944942592705768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114944942592705768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114944942592705768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-real-than-pbb.html' title='more real than PBB'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114927340774483923</id><published>2006-06-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:36:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terminated</title><summary type='text'>i sealed someone's fate today. it was either him or me -- lose him or lose my sanity. the choice was, of course, obvious. i don't really regret what i've done, but i w(o)nder if i made the right decision. should i have waited for him to improve? was he really the problem or me? after all, they might add "the one who let a contractor go" to my long list of "titles". well, what's another notch to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114927340774483923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114927340774483923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114927340774483923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114927340774483923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/06/terminated.html' title='terminated'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114908963452571508</id><published>2006-05-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:00:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple pleasures</title><summary type='text'>i got tagged by don. so, here's my list of top 10 simple pleasures (in no particular order): 

1. sleeping in on a rainy morning 
2. playing games with siblings/friends 
3. watching a good movie with siblings/friends who don't talk much 
4. eating chocolate 
5. hearing his laughter 
6. exchanging stories with good friends 
7. going through memorabilia 
8. cooking an edible meal 
9. smelling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114908963452571508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114908963452571508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114908963452571508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114908963452571508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-pleasures_31.html' title='simple pleasures'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114840034138769253</id><published>2006-05-23T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:10:38.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're beautiful</title><summary type='text'>this song, like the verve pipe's freshmen, makes me sad... maybe it's because of the lines, "but it's time to face the truth...i will never be with you."


you're beautiful (james blunt )
 


my life is brilliant. 
my love is pure. 
i saw an angel. 
of that i'm sure. 

she smiled at me on the subway. 
she was with another man. 
but i won't lose no sleep on that, 
'cause i've got a plan. 
 


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114840034138769253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114840034138769253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114840034138769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114840034138769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-beautiful_23.html' title='you&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114832059620911712</id><published>2006-05-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:00:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings... again</title><summary type='text'>i have been craving again. this time, it's for banana cue. good thing that some of the jollijeeps near our office are selling them. there's also this g(u)y, buddy, who sells snacks (including banana cue) to us. but sometimes, there isn't any available outside, or buddy isn't selling any. or sometimes, the sugar is not enough, or the banana is too overripe. it got me thinking... maybe i should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114832059620911712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114832059620911712&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114832059620911712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114832059620911712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/cravings-again.html' title='cravings... again'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114768279377292851</id><published>2006-05-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:09:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings -- aftermath</title><summary type='text'>i was able to do some grocery yesterday, and yes, i bought some cans of century tuna with calamansi and a small bundle of kangkong. i cooked adobong kangkong at last, and i think it will take me three meals to consume everything (it's surprising how much adobong kangkong you can make from a P6 bundle of kangkong). i almost wasn't able to cook the adobo because there was very little soy sauce left</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114768279377292851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114768279377292851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114768279377292851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114768279377292851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/cravings-aftermath.html' title='cravings -- aftermath'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114751181499270277</id><published>2006-05-13T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:40:19.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings</title><summary type='text'>i have been craving for century tuna with calamansi for two weeks now. i have been eating tuna on weekends for several weeks. however, i have used up all my stock tuna, and i have been too lazy to do a little grocery. :(


i have also been craving for adobong kangkong for the longest time now. i have tried cooking some but to no avail. the first time, there was no available kangkong in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114751181499270277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114751181499270277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114751181499270277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114751181499270277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/cravings.html' title='cravings'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114768458344636767</id><published>2006-05-07T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:35:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindanao adventure (year 2)</title><summary type='text'>i went to mindanao last december with my good friends shine and rox. it was my second time to go to mindanao. here is a recounting of that trip by shine.





in front of the "gigonormous" pineapple, camp phillips, bukidnon
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114768458344636767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114768458344636767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114768458344636767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114768458344636767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/mindanao-adventure-year-2.html' title='mindanao adventure (year 2)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114666215359876559</id><published>2006-05-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:03:31.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labsong</title><summary type='text'>this is one my favorite Eraserheads songs. I took the liberty of re-wording some of the verses to make the song more "theologically sound". my favorite lines are "Ako ang Diyos at Hari ng iyong mundo...matakot sila sa 'yo..." ("I am the God and King of your world...they should fear you...") I keep this truth in mind especially when i'm going to meet a difficult client, or anyone who is out to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114666215359876559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114666215359876559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114666215359876559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114666215359876559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/05/labsong.html' title='labsong'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114545328787815443</id><published>2006-04-19T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:34:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abooboo no more</title><summary type='text'>for several months now, i have been frustrated because i could not make a decent adobo. the first time i tried, it ended up like something a child would've come up with while she was playing playhouse. the second time, i almost got it right, but i ended up burning some parts of the meat because i mixed business with cooking :P i talked to my offshore team and forgot that i wasn't done cooking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114545328787815443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114545328787815443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114545328787815443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114545328787815443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/04/abooboo-no-more.html' title='abooboo no more'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114432380130285897</id><published>2006-04-06T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:14:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.k.a buendia</title><summary type='text'>i learned something new today -- "sen. gil puyat street" is the other name for "buendia". :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114432380130285897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114432380130285897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114432380130285897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114432380130285897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/04/aka-buendia.html' title='a.k.a buendia'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-114432483901041798</id><published>2006-04-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:00:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bistro's twist</title><summary type='text'>my friends and i went to st. luke's the other day to visit my boss who had just delivered her baby. we had dinner at pizza hut bistro across the street after. they suggested that i try the green tea twist -- green tea with kiwi. my, my, it truly was refreshing and delightful! i hope i can have some again soon. :)


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/114432483901041798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=114432483901041798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114432483901041798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/114432483901041798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/04/bistros-twist_05.html' title='bistro&apos;s twist'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-113957013656600834</id><published>2006-02-10T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:15:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.m.d.a. (mhelpful men on dangerous avenues)</title><summary type='text'>as a pedestrian who is deathly afraid of crossing the street, the presence of MMDA personnel in Quezon Avenue is a welcome treat for me. after all, no vehicle dares run past a traffic enforcer waving his "stop" placard in the middle of the street (who, in their right mind, would want to get pounded by the huge placard?). consequently, i can freely cross the street to catch the next MRT ride south</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/113957013656600834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=113957013656600834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/113957013656600834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/113957013656600834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmda-mhelpful-men-on-dangerous-avenues_10.html' title='m.m.d.a. (mhelpful men on dangerous avenues)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-113869685556080279</id><published>2006-01-31T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:46:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what video game character are you?</title><summary type='text'>while i attempt to get my blogging groove back, here is another filler ;)



I am Mr Do.


I am sedentary by nature, enjoying passive entertainment, eating when the mood takes me, and playing with my food. I try to avoid conflict, but when I'm angered, I can be a devil - if you force me to fight, I will crush you. With apples. 
(If you were not Mr Do you would be a Defender-ship.)




I am a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/113869685556080279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=113869685556080279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/113869685556080279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/113869685556080279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-video-game-character-are-you.html' title='what video game character are you?'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112926240986481763</id><published>2005-10-09T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:06:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: choir girl</title><summary type='text'>my officemate arnold invited me to attend berean baptist church. last september, they opened the choir to new participants. naturally, i joined. 


it was the first time i wore a choir gown. and frankly, i was quite excited to try one on ;) actually, they just lent me someone else's gown. 




i usually sit next to a sweet old lady named jeanette. our choir director is a funny, energetic tenor. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112926240986481763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112926240986481763&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112926240986481763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112926240986481763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/10/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-choir-girl.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: choir girl'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112824523068903600</id><published>2005-10-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:27:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: experimental cooking</title><summary type='text'>over the last couple of weeks, i tried cooking several dishes without the benefit of recipes. since i believe in taking calculated risks, i chose only simple and easy dishes ;)


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i have tried cooking stir-fried bean sprouts when i was in the philippines, but i had my roommie nez' supervision. this time, i tried cooking the same dish, recalling the ingredients and steps from my poor memory. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112824523068903600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112824523068903600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112824523068903600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112824523068903600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/10/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-experimental.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: experimental cooking'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112736669997716918</id><published>2005-09-22T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:27:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventy-seven</title><summary type='text'>seven things that scare me...
1. heights 
2. blood 
3. missing out on God's will for me 
4. knives and sharp objects 
5. accident or death in the family 
6. ghost stories 
7. giving birth 


seven things i like the most...
1. the night sky, esp. when the moon is large, round and orange
2. the smell of freshly laundered clothes and beddings na ginamitan ng fabric conditioner 
3. sinigang na hipon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112736669997716918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112736669997716918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112736669997716918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112736669997716918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/09/seventy-seven_22.html' title='seventy-seven'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112685466116038595</id><published>2005-09-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:12:15.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: plalays</title><summary type='text'>since we went to a going-away party last night, my homies and i weren't able to cook something for today's dinner. jarms (one of my two homies; jean, my other homie had a bowling tournament in the early evening) and i weren't in the mood to eat leftovers, so we decided to have fried squid instead. when i reached into the refrigerator to get the squid, my eye caught the bowl of leftover rice. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112685466116038595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112685466116038595&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112685466116038595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112685466116038595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/09/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-plalays.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: plalays'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112538269159712874</id><published>2005-08-30T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:18:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: the iron chef is at it again</title><summary type='text'>my adobong spinach last week was such a disaster that i had to ask my next-door-neighbor-slash-iron-chef barry to "repair" it. ;)

***

i cooked chop suey again tonight. i used carrots, cabbage, young corn, cauliflower and mushroom (the cauliflower was kinda overcooked :D ) it surely looks good, and i think it tastes okay. i hope my homies like it -- i have to redeem myself ;) 




i took this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112538269159712874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112538269159712874&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112538269159712874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112538269159712874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/08/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-iron-chef-is.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: the iron chef is at it again'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112476977542879894</id><published>2005-08-23T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:13:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans for 2005 (updates)</title><summary type='text'>it's more than half-a-year since i made my plans for this year. here are the updates:


* bought rubber shoes 
  

* owns a digicam (yahoo! i finally got one!)



* learned how to cook at least 5 more meals (and counting :) i've tried sinigang, menudo, bistek tagalog, soy gin pork, and chop suey. 'will try to cook adobong spinach tomorrow)

* gained at least 7 pounds (but i'm still bony ;)  )



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112476977542879894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112476977542879894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112476977542879894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112476977542879894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/08/plans-for-2005-updates_112476977542879894.html' title='plans for 2005 (updates)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112252165994403268</id><published>2005-07-28T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:34:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: a birthday story</title><summary type='text'>this is a post i started writing three-and-a-half months ago, and i only got to finish it today :) 




it started out like any other day. i woke up early (ei akane, istatyu?). i took a bath and prepared to go to work. as i reached the hotel lobby to wait for the shuttle, i noticed that my officemates were not around. "Hmm, I must be really early today." 


After waiting for 5 minutes, I began to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112252165994403268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112252165994403268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112252165994403268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112252165994403268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/07/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-birthday.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: a birthday story'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112252114526572472</id><published>2005-07-27T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T07:53:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>places people visit: start spreading the news...</title><summary type='text'>as with my other posts, this is long overdue. i'm at a loss for words right now, so i'll let the pictures speak for themselves (with a little help from me now and then :D ) 



three of my friends and i went to new york last memorial weekend. we were there from may 27 to june 1.


day one: times square and broadway street
times square -- saw lots of buildings and billboards













times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112252114526572472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112252114526572472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112252114526572472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112252114526572472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/07/places-people-visit-start-spreading_27.html' title='places people visit: start spreading the news...'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112139349315676689</id><published>2005-07-15T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:14:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babay, inday</title><summary type='text'>

naghatud mi sa airport ganiha. mobalik na si roxie sa pinas. haay... wa na ko ka-duet sa videoke. wa na ko kasayaw ug swing. wa na ko maka-isturya ug bisaya. wa na'y motawag sa ako ug "baby gel"... 


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i've heeded rambling jester's advice, and tried some recipes in pinoycook.net. thundercat also gave me an easy-to-follow recipe for sinigang (which i intend to perfect). so far, i was able to cook the following:


menudo --&gt; yummy
sinigang na beef ribs --&gt; better if we had long green chilis and more sinigang mix
bistek </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112062519413945290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112062519413945290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112062519413945290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112062519413945290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/07/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-akane-iron.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: akane, the iron chef'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-112062233787823607</id><published>2005-07-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:01:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>games people play: go-kart (erratum)</title><summary type='text'>i found the printout containing my pro-kart stats, and i realized that i misstated some info in my previous go-kart post (what with my poor memory and all :P ). here are the facts:


track length (m): 350 m


1st try
top average speed: 39.3 km/h (24.5 mph)
average speed: 36.9 km/h (23 mph)


2nd try
top average speed: 43.1 km/h (26.8 mph)
average speed: 40.6 km/h (25.2 mph)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/112062233787823607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=112062233787823607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112062233787823607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/112062233787823607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/07/games-people-play-go-kart-erratum.html' title='games people play: go-kart (erratum)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111933928514437631</id><published>2005-06-21T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:38:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strong enough</title><summary type='text'>i actually have a lot of stories to tell, but the words do not come easily. so while i collate pictures and recall details, i'll just post the lyrics to this song which i remembered i like.  i heard this in the car while we were travelling to the place i will tell you about in my next posts :D 



strong enough 
shery crow 
 

God, i feel like hell tonight 
tears of rage i cannot fight 
i’d be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111933928514437631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111933928514437631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111933928514437631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111933928514437631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/06/strong-enough.html' title='strong enough'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111810851321784516</id><published>2005-06-07T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:00:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>games people play: go-kart</title><summary type='text'>last may 6, we went kart racing at the pro kart indoors. it was my first time to participate in such "sport". we were around twenty in all, i think half were girls. among the ten girls or so, i think only two of us didn't know how to drive :D


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you're chocolate.  you're the old soul type, people feel that they have known you their entire life.  many often open up to you for they view you as thoughtful and trustworthy.  although people trust you, you have a hard time trusting them.  you prefer to keep your feelings bottled up inside, or display them very quietly.  it is alright to open up every once in a while.

 which kind of candy are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111707569491099758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111707569491099758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111707569491099758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111707569491099758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/05/quizilla-which-kind-of-candy-are-you.html' title='quizilla: which kind of candy are you?'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111665927437231089</id><published>2005-05-21T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T15:07:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: mess duty</title><summary type='text'>i will TRY to cook sinigang on sunday. i mentioned to my roommate that i have a recipe for sinigang (c/o thundercat), and she said that i should cook sinigang for our baon/dinner. me and my big mouth. 


don't get me wrong. i would love to learn how to cook. it's just that i'm afraid of disappointing 9 hungry people with my cooking. 


for all our sake's, please pray that my sinigang would at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111665927437231089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111665927437231089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111665927437231089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111665927437231089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/05/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-mess-duty.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: mess duty'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111606188262593828</id><published>2005-05-14T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:53:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(a)ngel</title><summary type='text'>


i met him on my first day at the office. i had just landed a decent job after seven months of looking for one (i graduated that year). we were going to be batch mates in the web training (no, we didn't sign up to be superheroes). he was a tall chinese guy, fair-skinned and cute (yeah, all six of us in that batch were beautiful people :P ). and he looked rich. just the sort of person i have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111606188262593828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111606188262593828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111606188262593828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111606188262593828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/05/angel_14.html' title='(a)ngel'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111570330079310738</id><published>2005-05-10T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:14:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: alternate careers (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>



other options which i think are promising:

Blizzard Game Tester

Blizzard Web Programmer

masseuse
groupie



any other profession you think i would be good at? ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111570330079310738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111570330079310738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111570330079310738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111570330079310738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/05/mini-boss-in-foreign-land-alternate_10.html' title='mini-boss in a foreign land: alternate careers (part 2)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111562026646164186</id><published>2005-05-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:31:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>games people play: tennis</title><summary type='text'>




if badminton is the thing in manila, here it's a different story. i haven't even seen a "real" badminton racket on sale in walmart and other shops (or maybe i just didn't look hard enough). instead, in preparation for swimsuit season, my officemates here have started to play tennis every week since last month. one of my officemates was even willing to give a tutorial for beginners. 


so one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111562026646164186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111562026646164186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111562026646164186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111562026646164186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/05/games-people-play-tennis_111562026646164186.html' title='games people play: tennis'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111415042345761423</id><published>2005-04-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:13:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-boss in a foreign land: alternate careers, fortune cookies and menudo</title><summary type='text'>


i'm pretty stressed-out at work. i've always hated deploying applications, and i'm doing that here everyday -- deploying applications and hating it. i'm no good at analyzing requirements and i'm doing a lot of that here too -- analyzing requirements and being no good at it. makes me think i might be at the wrong place *sigh* 

*****

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This post is kinda late -- then again, better late than never :) This picture was taken outside the hotel where I first stayed in on the last snowstorm last winter (3rd week of March). I did not enjoy it much, because I was freezing. I haven't adjusted to the cold weather at that time 'coz I just got here ;) And I get cold easily. But the snow is nice. It's like cold manna from heaven. :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111401075067238021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111401075067238021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111401075067238021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111401075067238021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/04/ishnow.html' title='ishnow'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111337410175953409</id><published>2005-04-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:35:01.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight gain or garment shrink</title><summary type='text'>two of my pants seemed a little tight when i wore them last week. i dunno if my waistline just increased an inch, or my clothes shrunk because of the warm water in the washing machine. :-\  the bathroom scales here suggest i've gained a few pounds though :) but of course, it could be both ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111337410175953409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111337410175953409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111337410175953409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111337410175953409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/04/weight-gain-or-garment-shrink_13.html' title='weight gain or garment shrink'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111292008370633940</id><published>2005-04-08T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:33:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in(n) the living room</title><summary type='text'>

First picture taken at the hotel (Marriott Residence Inn Eagan). Left to right, top to bottom: Engel (batchmate from my first job, an officemate still in my new job), Boss Cora (our "bossing" here), Jon (my long-lost "cousin" who might be a distant relative. We call each other "cuz" ;) He drove us to the hotel), Barry (all-around funny guy, "Mean Boy", and a very good cook!), Jean (my roommie -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111292008370633940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111292008370633940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111292008370633940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111292008370633940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/04/inn-living-room.html' title='in(n) the living room'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111277417414028672</id><published>2005-04-06T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:33:42.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ad(o)pted</title><summary type='text'>

This is my baby, my new Toshiba Qosmio laptop. I'm still thinking of a name for her/him. Any suggestions? I wanted "Akane", but that's my name :P </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111277417414028672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111277417414028672&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111277417414028672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111277417414028672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/04/adopted_06.html' title='ad(o)pted'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-111026438653799309</id><published>2005-03-07T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:46:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Kuya Aleks</title><summary type='text'>When I think of Kuya Aleks, I think of laughter. I remember meals in the dorm mess hall where I usually partake of side-splitting jokes for dessert. I remember how particularly enjoyable a fellowship is when he is one of the emcees.


When I think of Kuya Aleks, I think of songs. I recall how I used to look forward to piano room sessions in the dorm every Wednesday where he and other friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/111026438653799309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=111026438653799309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111026438653799309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/111026438653799309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/03/tribute-to-kuya-aleks.html' title='Tribute to Kuya Aleks'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110973813333988014</id><published>2005-03-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:36:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l.s.s. (last song syndrome)</title><summary type='text'>I hate my roommate. Last night, the song playing in my head before I went up to bed was Barbie's Cradle's Dear Paul. Without warning, my roommate's melodic soprano suddenly filled the air. "Bong-shibong-shibongbongbongbong!".   
What kind of a song is that?! "Bong-shibong-shibongbongbongbong!" I asked her to stop, but she wouldn't listen.  
"Stop tormenting me!" I pleaded. Giggling, she kept on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110973813333988014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110973813333988014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110973813333988014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110973813333988014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/03/lss-last-song-syndrome.html' title='l.s.s. (last song syndrome)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110973810936082386</id><published>2005-02-28T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:35:09.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallow</title><summary type='text'>My life is a mess. I have become callous and insensitive. I come late to work and appointments, unmindful of the people waiting for me to arrive.

I have become numb and unfeeling. I don't care as much for people anymore. I don't ask questions, and I don't want to hear answers.

I have become lazy and irresponsible. This body that used to rise at 6am, now keeps me in bed till 10am -- on a weekday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110973810936082386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110973810936082386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110973810936082386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110973810936082386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/wallow.html' title='wallow'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110883754724835345</id><published>2005-02-20T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:44:35.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of the "mini-boss": apprehensive</title><summary type='text'>why is it that we ask God to bless us with great things, but when He does, we are not that thankful?


at the start of the year, i sensed that God has something big in store for me. now i kinda have an idea what it is.. our company just had me scheduled for a US visa interview on march 7! :O if i get a visa, they want me to be in the US by march 14. i will be a "mini-boss" in a foreign land.


i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110883754724835345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110883754724835345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110883754724835345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110883754724835345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/adventures-of-mini-boss-apprehensive_20.html' title='the adventures of the &quot;mini-boss&quot;: apprehensive'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110883800969721778</id><published>2005-02-16T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T02:33:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of the "mini-boss": prologue</title><summary type='text'>sorry, should have posted this several weeks ago.

if you're a gamer like me, you would know what a big boss is. he's that creature you have to kill in order to get to the next level. he is usually surrounded by his minions. what does this have to do with me? well, i just got transferred to a new project and assigned as team leader, the "mini-boss" -- the right-hand creature of the big boss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110883800969721778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110883800969721778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110883800969721778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110883800969721778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/adventures-of-mini-boss-prologue_16.html' title='the adventures of the &quot;mini-boss&quot;: prologue'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110834292859908539</id><published>2005-02-14T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:02:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of the "mini-boss": girly</title><summary type='text'>we're having a client from the US later in the office, and i'm bringing out the big guns -- i'm wearing a skirt and my strappy heels ;) i know i look good in a skirt, and my self-esteem needs an extra boost today. besides, i like wearing skirts, and guys seem to like skirts too (i wonder why...). 

and oh yeah, please remember me in your prayers. i need them more than skirts, strappy heels or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110834292859908539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110834292859908539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110834292859908539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110834292859908539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/adventures-of-mini-boss-girly_14.html' title='the adventures of the &quot;mini-boss&quot;: girly'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110795708813760118</id><published>2005-02-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:51:28.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dili man ko bisaya</title><summary type='text'>"bisaya ka, 'day?" a tricycle driver asked me, while i was walking home last night. i know i look "bumbay" or even "turkish", as one of my friends opined. but "bisaya"? i didn't think so. maybe that's just his poor excuse for a pick-up line ;) *sigh* i've always suspected i'm a jologs magnet :-\</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110795708813760118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110795708813760118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110795708813760118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110795708813760118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/dili-man-ko-bisaya.html' title='dili man ko bisaya'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110736402277984404</id><published>2005-02-03T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T01:07:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey of threes</title><summary type='text'>Three names you go by:
liz/liez/whiez 
zel/cel 
lizzie

Three screen names you have had:

akane 
turkangel 
turkangel79 

Three things you like about yourself:

i eat a lot, but i don't get fat 
i'm easy to please
i'm a fast learner



Three things you don't like about yourself:

i am usually grouchy
i need lots of sleep
i sleep and wake up late



Three parts of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110736402277984404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110736402277984404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110736402277984404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110736402277984404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/survey-of-threes_110736402277984404.html' title='survey of threes'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110734856678887139</id><published>2005-02-02T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:50:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a day's commute</title><summary type='text'>a taxi nearly ran over me today. and this was while i was walking on the pedestrian lane! is it not enough that we commuters have to contend with overpasses, while they have EDSA to themselves?! and here i was, an ordinary citizen trying to abide by the law. grrr... maybe i'm so thin that drivers don't see me.. (*sigh*) i hate crossing the street :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110734856678887139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110734856678887139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110734856678887139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110734856678887139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-in-days-commute.html' title='all in a day&apos;s commute'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110692880365792642</id><published>2005-01-29T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:08:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what car matches your personality?</title><summary type='text'>
You're driven by what's practical.

Chances are, you've got a schedule to keep, and you want to look good while doing it. You're not one for overly risky ventures — that's probably because the tried and true works just fine for you. There's something nice about predictability and knowing what you can count on and what to be prepared for. Whether you're driving to work (have you considered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110692880365792642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110692880365792642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110692880365792642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110692880365792642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-car-matches-your-personality.html' title='what car matches your personality?'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110675857291432686</id><published>2005-01-27T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:02:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted: shower songs</title><summary type='text'>i have something to confess: i haven't been singing in the shower lately (much to my housemates' delight). i have so many things to do that i can't afford looong baths anymore. moreover, i find myself thinking of a lot of things when i'm taking a bath that i forget to sing! i have also grown tired of my carpenters and burt bacharach shower songs (you, close to you, goodbye to love, i'll never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110675857291432686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110675857291432686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110675857291432686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110675857291432686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/wanted-shower-songs.html' title='wanted: shower songs'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110666034097785947</id><published>2005-01-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:39:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans for 2005</title><summary type='text'>this is a late post; should've posted this a couple of weeks ago :D


buy rubber shoes
own a digicam --&gt; this is long overdue! :'( 
go to puerto galera
learn how to cook at least five more meals
gain at least 5 pounds --&gt; goals should be realistic! 5 pounds is difficult enough :P 
learn how to play pingpong
be a better badminton player
re-read the New Testament 
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you have a type b+ personality
 b+  

you're a pro at going with the flow.
you love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer.
a total joy to be around, people crave your stability.

while you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.
get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done.
you're passionate - just selective about your passions.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110641300664984012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110641300664984012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110641300664984012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110641300664984012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-have-type-personality.html' title='do you have a Type A personality?'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110620665814712207</id><published>2005-01-20T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:23:25.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digital pinay</title><summary type='text'>this is sooo funny :D it's zhynchan's sister's take on the brouhaha caused by Philippine Computer Society's Digital Pinay 2005 contest.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110620665814712207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110620665814712207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110620665814712207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110620665814712207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/digital-pinay.html' title='digital pinay'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110613570687322032</id><published>2005-01-19T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:51:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad song</title><summary type='text'>this song always makes me sad :(

the freshmen (the verve pipe)


when i was young and knew everything
and she a punk who rarely ever took advice
now i'm guilt-stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

i can't be held responsible
cause she was touching her face
i won't be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place 

for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110613570687322032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110613570687322032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110613570687322032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110613570687322032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/sad-song.html' title='sad song'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110581683010916653</id><published>2005-01-16T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T03:33:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which OS are you?</title><summary type='text'>Which OS are You?
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110581683010916653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110581683010916653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110581683010916653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110581683010916653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-os-are-you.html' title='which OS are you?'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110581741283980495</id><published>2005-01-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T04:11:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what 2004 hit song are you?</title><summary type='text'>100 years (five for fighting)
 


"every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
time to buy and time to choose
hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
when you only got 100 years to live"


2004 was about thinking and reflecting - but isn't every year?
what 2004 hit song are you?
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110581741283980495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110581741283980495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110581741283980495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110581741283980495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-2004-hit-song-are-you.html' title='what 2004 hit song are you?'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110657693792085613</id><published>2005-01-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:28:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dugongs in the Bible</title><summary type='text'>i just found it amusing that "dugongs" are mentioned in the Bible. 

"14 Make for the tent a covering of ram skins dyed red, and over that a covering of hides of sea cows. [d] "


footnote:
[d] That is, dugongs 


source: Exodus 26:14 (NIV)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110657693792085613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110657693792085613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110657693792085613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110657693792085613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/dugongs-in-bible_14.html' title='dugongs in the Bible'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110559296998632367</id><published>2005-01-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T13:09:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Bible, little angels and grammar</title><summary type='text'>i learned something new from the Bible. all along, i thought the word cherubim was singular! 'turns out, it was not, and cherub was its singular form :D


"7 Then he made two cherubim out of hammered gold at the ends of the cover. 8 He made one cherub on one end and the second cherub on the other; at the two ends he made them of one piece with the cover. 9 The cherubim had their wings spread </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110559296998632367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110559296998632367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110559296998632367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110559296998632367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/bible-little-angels-and-grammar.html' title='the Bible, little angels and grammar'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110559204520138235</id><published>2005-01-12T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T12:54:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet ;)</title><summary type='text'>"You are my opposite, yet you are my equal. You are my strength, yet you are my weakness. You are my hope, yet you are my despair. You are such a wonder, yet you might be my greatest disaster. You are my inspiration, yet you may leave me in desolation." 

excerpt from: In praise of (by Kuo_Chun)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110559204520138235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110559204520138235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110559204520138235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110559204520138235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweet_12.html' title='sweet ;)'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110559230545262345</id><published>2005-01-11T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T12:58:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foxtrot fix</title><summary type='text'>perhaps my favorite comics, foxtrot never fails to amuse me. take this for example:  


click here to enlarge pic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110559230545262345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110559230545262345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110559230545262345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110559230545262345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/foxtrot-fix_11.html' title='foxtrot fix'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110509161404124150</id><published>2005-01-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:17:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song for the year</title><summary type='text'>i'm quite excited about this year. i dunno why, but i've got a feeling that God has something big in store for me ;) the following song might be a bit "cultic", but it conveys quite well what i feel :D

this year
(chantal kreviazuk)

this year, is gonna be incredible
this year, is gonna be the one
all the planets are lining up for me
this year, i'm gonna have fun

this year, i'll paint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110509161404124150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110509161404124150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110509161404124150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110509161404124150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-for-year.html' title='song for the year'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110370990919252242</id><published>2004-12-22T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T10:05:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dominant intelligence</title><summary type='text'>


Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence



You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110370990919252242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110370990919252242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110370990919252242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110370990919252242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/12/dominant-intelligence.html' title='dominant intelligence'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110296818689855945</id><published>2004-12-15T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:11:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her god</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this poem for a friend who was grieving back in 1998... This piece speaks of God's love and faithfulness, especially during the times when we need Him the most. It is also a reminder for us to tell others about God, for as the Bible says in Romans 10:14-15, "How can they call on the One they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the One whom they have not heard? And how can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110296818689855945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110296818689855945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110296818689855945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110296818689855945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/12/her-god.html' title='her god'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110296777060656973</id><published>2004-12-14T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:07:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm pretty</title><summary type='text'>here's an article i wrote about three years ago, which i dug up from my "baul" ;)


i'm pretty

The other day, a friend told me that he couldn’t understand why a common friend of ours has such low self-esteem just because nobody’s courting her. I told him I understood her. Naturally, he asked why. At that time, I couldn’t give him an explanation, because I didn’t know either; I just knew I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110296777060656973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110296777060656973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110296777060656973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110296777060656973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-pretty.html' title='i&apos;m pretty'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110227152391777943</id><published>2004-12-06T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T02:33:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vcd/dvd wish list</title><summary type='text'>a list of vcd/dvd's (preferably original ones) i would like to own:

the incredibles
shrek 2
lord of the rings trilogy extended dvd version
how to lose a guy in 10 days
rush hour 1 &amp; 2
matrix trilogy &amp; animatrix
harry potter 1-3
sister act 1 &amp; 2
finding nemo
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110227152391777943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110227152391777943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110227152391777943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110227152391777943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/12/vcddvd-wish-list.html' title='vcd/dvd wish list'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110225339655036525</id><published>2004-12-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T02:39:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a woman's question</title><summary type='text'>this is a nice poem; it expresses quite well a sentiment i have about guys ;)

A Woman's Question
Lena Lathrop

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the Hand above?
A woman's heart, and a woman's life -- 
And a woman's wonderful love.

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110225339655036525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110225339655036525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110225339655036525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110225339655036525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/12/womans-question.html' title='a woman&apos;s question'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110068817551996592</id><published>2004-11-17T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:42:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500-year old daddy</title><summary type='text'>i wonder how it feels like to wait 500 years before a child is born to you. noah sure was patient (genesis 5:32) :-\</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110068817551996592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110068817551996592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110068817551996592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110068817551996592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/500-year-old-daddy.html' title='500-year old daddy'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110068768042759023</id><published>2004-11-16T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:36:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revenge</title><summary type='text'>i read genesis 4 today, and i didn't quite understand this particular passage:



13 Cain said to the LORD , "My punishment is more than I can bear. 14 Today you are driving me from the land, and I will be hidden from your presence; I will be a restless wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me."
15 But the LORD said to him, "Not so [5] ; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110068768042759023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110068768042759023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110068768042759023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110068768042759023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/revenge.html' title='revenge'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110024890766463542</id><published>2004-11-12T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:44:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tree of life</title><summary type='text'>i wonder why adam and eve had to eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil instead of the tree of life. God did not forbid them from eating from the latter. :-\</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110024890766463542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110024890766463542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110024890766463542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110024890766463542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/tree-of-life.html' title='tree of life'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-110024751272893267</id><published>2004-11-12T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:31:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of navels and firstborns</title><summary type='text'>i wonder if adam and eve had navels. they didn't have to be born, so there was no need for umbilical cords and stuff. :D 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/110024751272893267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=110024751272893267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110024751272893267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/110024751272893267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/of-navels-and-firstborns.html' title='of navels and firstborns'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-109964611338739429</id><published>2004-11-05T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:53:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ungas word of the day</title><summary type='text'>frankenstein

pronunciation: 'fra[ng]-k&amp;n-"stIn also -"stEn

function: noun

definition: what my code will be/look like after we finish the project :(

see also www.m-w.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/109964611338739429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=109964611338739429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109964611338739429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109964611338739429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/ungas-word-of-day.html' title='ungas word of the day'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-109964269681991243</id><published>2004-11-05T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:29:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books i have read lately</title><summary type='text'>i've read quite a few books lately, as i've been busy playing computer games for hours almost every night to release my work-related stress. but i did manage to finish a few this month since i didn't have money to spend on shopping and late-night coffee sessions at starbucks with friends (thanks to my well-paying job).



yesterday, after almost three years, i finally finished reading the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/109964269681991243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=109964269681991243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109964269681991243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109964269681991243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/books-i-have-read-lately.html' title='books i have read lately'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-109947417632685747</id><published>2004-11-03T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:08:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ungas prayer of the day</title><summary type='text'>oh Lord, will you not take up our cause?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/109947417632685747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=109947417632685747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109947417632685747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109947417632685747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/11/ungas-prayer-of-day.html' title='ungas prayer of the day'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-109835537144383675</id><published>2004-10-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:02:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senti</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling a little sentimental lately, and since I can't seem to write a decent post, I'm just going to post this poem by Pablo Neruda which I discovered among the data I backed-up from my PC from my previous workplace.



Tonight I Can Write

Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, "The night is starry
And the stars are blue and shiver in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/feeds/109835537144383675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7132283&amp;postID=109835537144383675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109835537144383675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132283/posts/default/109835537144383675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkangel79.blogspot.com/2004/10/senti.html' title='senti'/><author><name>turkangel79</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316860320301355681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/40/78/2988704/2423721789898l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132283.post-108936579646327374</id><published>2004-07-09T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:22:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for 2004 (Yey! My very first blog!)</title><summary type='text'>I plan to do the following this year:

Learn a musical instrument or two
Finish reading the Bible (Proverbs na lang and 13 more chapters in Psalms)
Go to Mindanao in December
Be a competent badminton player
Improve my WarCraft3 skills :D Own a digicam

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