<?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-9109628</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:22:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah Right !!! Whatevah!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-112652073828619478</id><published>2005-09-12T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:09:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>While George is cooking our dinner, I suddenly thought of updating my blog, and just simply post here the link where my friends could look up all my Tokyo, Japan pics, including the old ones. I miss u guys. Hopefully, everything is fine when I come back. For now, I don't want to think of any work-related stuff... I'm here to enjoy and take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/cheesymia"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for my pics =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-112652073828619478?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/112652073828619478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=112652073828619478' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/112652073828619478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/112652073828619478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-112508245089748789</id><published>2005-08-27T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:58:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of things happened, and I haven't updated my blog yet. I'm too lazy to do so. Arrrrgggg!!! I also promised myself to post "positive" happenings only. It's almost 3 o'clock in the morning, yet I'm still very much awake. I guess I'm just quite excited of what will happen next. I miss George, and the old Helpdesk setup. Everybody needs a break. That's why I filed a not so long vacation leave. Is 3 weeks enough!? Hihihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-112508245089748789?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/112508245089748789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=112508245089748789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/112508245089748789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/112508245089748789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m Back....'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-111572492156404435</id><published>2005-05-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:35:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palawan Trip</title><content type='html'>for more pics, visit &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/cheesymia/"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/cheesymia/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/collage.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-111572492156404435?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/111572492156404435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=111572492156404435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/111572492156404435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/111572492156404435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/05/palawan-trip.html' title='Palawan Trip'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-111369269473295378</id><published>2005-04-17T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:09:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days to Go.... and still counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/PHILelNidoLagoonw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-111369269473295378?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/111369269473295378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=111369269473295378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/111369269473295378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/111369269473295378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/04/11-days-to-go-and-still-counting_17.html' title='11 Days to Go.... and still counting'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110667300175303893</id><published>2005-01-26T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T01:10:01.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna see you bitch</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make sure that I won't be late this morning from some of my appointments.  I need to see a travel agent at 6:30am.  Also there are some things that I need to do and some places that I need to visit.  Before those "Kapal Muks" would ruin my plans simply by using the bathroom every morning, I left a note that was addressed to my father, and post it on our bathroom's door.  It goes exactly like this “Pa, I need to use the bathroom at around 5-5:30am.  Make sure those biatches won't use it during those hours.  Mia” How sweet isn't it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Bitches. It's a very male-chauvinist word. I resent it deeply. A person who's a bitch would seem to be mean for no reason. I'm not a mean person. Maybe I'm rude without being aware of it - that's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110667300175303893?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110667300175303893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110667300175303893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110667300175303893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110667300175303893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-wanna-see-you-bitch.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna see you bitch'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110667382913373305</id><published>2005-01-26T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:25:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One for Me</title><content type='html'>George has gotten another stuffed toy. This time it was Mickey Mouse. He plans to have 2 more, but I don't think he'll be able to bring home all those because they are bulky and quite big. Oh well he is so "kulit" and doesn't wanna listen to me. But then, thanks a lot baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/Mickey8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/mickey2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110667382913373305?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110667382913373305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110667382913373305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110667382913373305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110667382913373305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-one-for-me.html' title='Another One for Me'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110607098495635452</id><published>2005-01-19T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:29:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>George and Winnie.... the Egg!?</title><content type='html'>My Bebe has gotten two Winne the Pooh stuffed toys when he played in an arcade somewhere in the electric city of Tokyo,  Akihabara. I 'm so excited to hug the Egg Pooh and the Bedtime Pooh. Well, goodluck with your plans of bringing me more different stuffed toys. But for now, I'm already contented with those two cutie-cutie. Thanks a lot baby! Iloveu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110607098495635452?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110607098495635452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110607098495635452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110607098495635452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110607098495635452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/01/george-and-winnie-egg.html' title='George and Winnie.... the Egg!?'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110577721330013017</id><published>2005-01-15T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T16:28:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/tawakadyan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George at Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110577721330013017?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110577721330013017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110577721330013017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110577721330013017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110577721330013017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/01/george-at-disneyland.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110577231387090346</id><published>2005-01-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T16:37:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/enchantedkingdom009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Picture at Enchanted Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110577231387090346?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110577231387090346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110577231387090346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110577231387090346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110577231387090346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-picture-at-enchanted-kingdom_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110181291469910176</id><published>2004-11-30T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:08:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/Happy_dude.gif" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X'mas is fast approaching yahoo ! ! !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110181291469910176?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110181291469910176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110181291469910176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110181291469910176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110181291469910176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/xmas-is-fast-approaching-yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110181220746865200</id><published>2004-11-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:14:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/Tree_18.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." -Saint-Exupery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/Snowman_14.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen." -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Rochefoucauld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110181220746865200?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110181220746865200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110181220746865200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110181220746865200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110181220746865200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-has-taught-us-that-love-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110114643424567227</id><published>2004-11-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:50:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday till Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/Bad_hair_day.gif" /&gt; and headache were killing me when Eric, Maya and I watched the movie The Incridbles, last Sunday. That’s why I did not enjoy the movie that much. It was funny though. Monday afternoon, I went to Quezon City hall because that's the first step for me to get a birth certificate. Oh yes my dear, I also can't imagine that at this time, I still don't have one. Duh!!! As if I don't exist. I blame my mom for what I am going through right now. I've been to Quezon City hall four times or more. I really hate government offices. As if they really don't like what they were doing. I even noticed that nobody from that organization knows how to smile. I was really fed up!!! So I decided to pay the cityhall clerk just to have this fixed. Because aside from going to that place a couple of times, I went to three churches just to find where I was baptized and to secure a copy of my baptismal certificate. My Mom doesn't remember anymore the specific church. Oh how sweet!!! Thanks a lot Mom; I still do love you though. Don't worry. Well anyway, the clerk offered me two options. If I pay P1500, everything will be fixed by Thursday and that's it. The other one is to pay P500, but I still need to go back on Dec.6 and complete the last requirement. I decided to pay P500 instead, because this is not an urgent thing anyway. A thousand bucks difference is really something. Do I look like a rich kiddo to pay that sum of money!? Hay gobyerno nga naman. Tsk tsk tsk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I slept for 2 hours, and then went online to check my email. George and I were scheduled to chat at 10PM Japan time, so that's 9PM Phil time. I was really glad that he was not sick anymore. He was working too much, that he even goes to work during weekends. He is not being paid for that though. OTY!!!! My day was finally complete because we were able to chat and say how much we miss each other. If you're reading this blog right now, I want you to know that I am so excited to see and hug you again, and that &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/love_004.gif" /&gt; so much ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/love_006.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/MessRoomKitchenette3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/love_006.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfect love is rare indeed... for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child,the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110114643424567227?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110114643424567227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110114643424567227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110114643424567227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110114643424567227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunday-till-monday.html' title='Sunday till Monday'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110080004310114179</id><published>2004-11-19T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:58:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Astounding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to bed early, so I got up early as well. The day seems to be so right. I knew that George would be goin home to spend New Year with me and with his family. I told my self that nothing would change my mood. Even some rude customers or irritating people won't stand any chance of making my day miserable. I was kinda jumpy when I found out about this very good news. George and I were so excited to see and hug hug hug each other again. I am in the mood to go shopping and malling again, and to hear X'mas songs!!! Can't wait anymore but I have to! ! ! eeerrrr well because I don’t have any choice I guess. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/harhar.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/Miasroom3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/hjrta.gif" /&gt; We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110080004310114179?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110080004310114179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110080004310114179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110080004310114179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110080004310114179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-astounding-day.html' title='What an Astounding Day'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110063466207458971</id><published>2004-11-17T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:59:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I have learned that George and I were so lucky that we fully trust each other. We know that giving trust is not an easy thing to do. It is gained by doubt indeed. Trusting someone is like exposing yourself to be in deep pain. However, like what Frank Crane said, "you may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough". I always believed that a man who doesn't trust himself can never really trust anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; A good marriage is at least 80 percent good luck in finding the right person at the right time. The rest is trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110063466207458971?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110063466207458971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110063466207458971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110063466207458971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110063466207458971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something to Ponder'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110054182124297616</id><published>2004-11-16T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:01:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>= (</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so lonely and not in the mood to do things. Maybe because I miss my bebe :( I'll just post some quotes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? ~Author Unknown ==&gt; hehehe :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110054182124297616?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110054182124297616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110054182124297616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110054182124297616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110054182124297616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='= ('/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110045842526789028</id><published>2004-11-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:02:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to bed at 4am. My cell phone rang at about 9:30am, and it was Ge on the other line asking my preferred sched. I woke up twice this morning because somebody kept on calling on the landline and it was for my brother. I was so annoyed that he didn't even lower down the ringer volume knowing that I was still asleep. I had to unplug the phone cord so I could rest more. I finally got up from my bed at 3:30pm. Went online to let George know that I'm already awake and my plans for the day. I know that he was busy working on some html/website project which he was task to do. He is a systems administrator though. I found out that &lt;a href="http://don_enrico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.asylum.ploghost.com/blog/"&gt;Maya&lt;/a&gt; would still be in the same shift that I have. At 5:45PM, I went to SM Manila to pay my phone bill. Ever since George left for Japan, I never wanted to go to malls because I am saddened to hear Christmas songs, thinking that we won't be able to spend Christmas together. I told myself that I have to overcome such feeling. So what I did was to think that his boss would let him go home on Christmas for a vacation. Finally, I felt the rush to shop again!!! I bought new shoes and some toiletries. Went home at around 8:30pm, then immediately went online. George and I chat for an hour and a half. He also loves our new blogspot, especially the post regarding the two of us. I showed him my new shoes, and he liked it. We always have the same taste when it comes to food and fashion. Well except for samurai balls.... I hate it. He had to sleep early because he just moved to a new apartment, together with his 2 other friends, and his new place is far from his office. After having dinner, I called my best friend Elane. I also watched Lost in Translation. Not my kind of movie though. Because I got disappointed by the movie that I watched, I ate some of my favorite junkies. Hehehe. I know that I shouldn't eat chocolates because of my throat's condition, but I just can't help it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged. ~Hans Nouwens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110045842526789028?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110045842526789028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110045842526789028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110045842526789028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110045842526789028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunday-is-my-day.html' title='Sunday is My Day'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110037320313358805</id><published>2004-11-14T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:11:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia and George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/mcdo001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and I were together since February of 2001. We've been through a lot of ups and downs that made our relationship grew even stronger. We always wanted to hold on to what we have. We kiss and makeup after some petty quarrel that we don't normally encounter anyway. We both love to eat and hangout in different restos. The most common routine for us are malling and shopping. We love the beach, and would like to travel some parts of the world someday. We both love to surprise each other. May it be with some fancy gifts, or something that one would do to surprise the other. Trust is one of the most important "ingredients" to keep our relationship, especially now that we are "a bit" far from each other. Yes our dear friends, I'm here in Philippines, while George is in Japan, working very hard to earn lots of "lapad" for us to pay our bills, and to save some for our "bright" future. Aren't those reasons good enough for us to wait 10 more months before we could hug hug hug each other again? Uhhhh.... we think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110037320313358805?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110037320313358805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110037320313358805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110037320313358805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110037320313358805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/mia-and-george_14.html' title='Mia and George'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110037309229785492</id><published>2004-11-14T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:11:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Had a Major Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got up from my bed at exactly 11am . Sore throat and cough were killing me these past few days. Unfortunately, my voice is almost gone today, which is killing me even more. It seems like I had a major concert even though I don't have any backup dancers or singers at all. I know that those agents who were getting me to answer their Q&amp;amp;As would like me to just go home and take some rest, because they can't understand me anymore. I even answered 2 escalation calls, and one of the customers would like to hang up the phone the soonest possible time because she wants me to rest my voice. I don't know if that customer was able to distinguish if I'm a real woman, or a man hiding from a woman's name. Anyway, here I am, still composing my 3rd posting at 3:10AM. Yes I will take some rest, perhaps at around 4AM oki!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110037309229785492?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110037309229785492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110037309229785492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110037309229785492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110037309229785492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-had-major-concert.html' title='Just Had a Major Concert'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9109628.post-110025032124353375</id><published>2004-11-12T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:12:22.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukay-ukay in my Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/fb5503a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't noticed that I already have a lot of clothes geeesh! I would normally wash used ones when I'm off to work. Since I don't have much time for that, I would think that I need more clothing, so I just buy new ones. Good thing when Manang Flor (our "kasam-bahay") arrived, she manages to wash all of it. Actually, what's in the picture is not yet "all" of it. I still do have a lot more. However, I do have favorites that I wear over and over :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9109628-110025032124353375?l=miaandgeorge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/110025032124353375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9109628&amp;postID=110025032124353375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110025032124353375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9109628/posts/default/110025032124353375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaandgeorge.blogspot.com/2004/11/ukay-ukay-in-my-room.html' title='Ukay-ukay in my Room'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03164586586547212263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/mia_so/witheyeglass2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
