tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75073098395703928512024-03-12T20:50:25.452-07:00Livin' La Veda Tra-La-LaAll entries in this blog are just excerpts of random shenanigans in my so-called life. Some entries are well-thought of, while some are just spur-of-the-moment submissions. Nevertheless, these will give you an insight of what your bitch's doing. Read on! ;)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-42990837758084280052010-01-27T04:01:00.000-08:002010-01-27T05:18:19.293-08:00*Bookworm Mode*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AvZYoyjKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8YKUizHI1cQ/s1600-h/IMG0080A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AvZYoyjKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8YKUizHI1cQ/s400/IMG0080A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431393263765589154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AvZLgHtAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TSfGXwJNJ5w/s1600-h/IMG0079A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AvZLgHtAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TSfGXwJNJ5w/s400/IMG0079A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431393260239565826" /></a><br /><br />A good number of people in the Philly are asking me as to how I spend my rest days here in Riyadh. Well, aside from resting and playing ball, I'm starting to get back to my old habit of reading.<br /><br />It's such a pity that I lost interest in reading the past years. Ionno. Becoming such a dumb-ass lately. =) <br /><br />But for all those who are asking 'bout the book I'm currently reading, here it is. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Aristotle's The Politics</span>. I'm still in the first few pages but geez, it's already pretty interesting and challenging. Politics at it's very basic at the same time at it's very core.<br /><br />"Man is, by nature, a political animal." "Give the top-dog arms and the under-dog enough to eat." Arrgh, itching to do more reading later today.<br /><br />Which reminds me, that I have to do my Sidney Sheldon collection this 2010. I've read almost all his novels but I lost the ones I bought and the others, I just borrowed. Booo. I'd like to have a physical evidence of my being way too much of a Sidney Sheldon fan. =)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-54847434289170298752010-01-27T02:36:00.000-08:002010-01-27T03:51:29.289-08:00*Volley Nation*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhEpWX1II/AAAAAAAAA68/__Xbnf5EWFY/s1600-h/vball5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhEpWX1II/AAAAAAAAA68/__Xbnf5EWFY/s400/vball5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431377514311701634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhEcHajrI/AAAAAAAAA60/_f6O-rNTxgE/s1600-h/vball4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhEcHajrI/AAAAAAAAA60/_f6O-rNTxgE/s400/vball4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431377510759304882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhEAbK9vI/AAAAAAAAA6s/biSHCVIBD4E/s1600-h/vball3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhEAbK9vI/AAAAAAAAA6s/biSHCVIBD4E/s400/vball3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431377503325976306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhDwO2hiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/PaX2fnctj3c/s1600-h/vball2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhDwO2hiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/PaX2fnctj3c/s400/vball2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431377498979337762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhDj41OQI/AAAAAAAAA6c/IshRtZzXUJs/s1600-h/vball.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AhDj41OQI/AAAAAAAAA6c/IshRtZzXUJs/s400/vball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431377495665752322" /></a><br />I'm ecstatic! I finally have another thing to get busy with here in KSA. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Volleyball</span>.<br /><br />It's been ages since I last played. Varsity volleyball in high school kinda sucked. Well, UP Maroons Volleyball team didn't do well even in the UAAP, so what more in the small leagues? True? Peace co-UPIANS. =)<br /><br />So, finally, finally.. be playing ball again! We had our opening for the KHCC Inter-departmental volleyball league. Well, I didn't get to witness the opening ceremony because yours truly came from night shift so I had to sleep the day off. Booo.<br /><br />My black team is on a 1-1 stat and hopefully this coming Friday, it'll become 3-1. LOL. All teams are pretty much competitive so we'll just expect the worst this coming Friday, with OPD and Laboratory as opponents. *Gulp*<br /><br />Wish us luck, you guys. =)<br /><br />And oh, hoping to be officially in the KHCC team for the upcoming Inter-hospital tourney. HoooHah! =)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-91174177532018545602010-01-27T00:14:00.001-08:002010-01-27T02:25:09.016-08:00*2010 To-Do List*I know, I know. I was supposed to write this when the year just started but duh, with all the stuff going on at the hospital, what can I do? ;)<br /><br />So, these are the stuff I just have to do this 2010. Or at least, will try to do this 2010. I will make a rundown just so I won't forget. =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_674H3RmI/AAAAAAAAA40/rQ8dT2V-ZuY/s1600-h/scuba.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_674H3RmI/AAAAAAAAA40/rQ8dT2V-ZuY/s400/scuba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431335582216701538" /></a> 1. Scuba dive - Loving the beach aint just enough. The deep has much much more lovin' going on. I'm thinking Nalusuan, Pescador, Palawan or Sogod. What dya say? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1__7B3-ZiI/AAAAAAAAA48/1otJ6XE-yNA/s1600-h/horseback-riding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1__7B3-ZiI/AAAAAAAAA48/1otJ6XE-yNA/s400/horseback-riding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431341065212683810" /></a><br /><br />2. Horseback riding - I have long been wanting to ride a horse, so hopefully, I can ride one this year. Weee. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AA1ITTaxI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iwq5LETwISQ/s1600-h/surfing-cronulla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AA1ITTaxI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iwq5LETwISQ/s400/surfing-cronulla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431342063370332946" /></a><br /><br />3. Surf! - My friend talked about this one day tutorial in his surf school, so I just need to do an early enrollment for this year in time for my annual leave. I'm not gonna do that kind of surfing in the picture though. =) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AChWsPsaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CHW3Dbg-TQY/s1600-h/bungee-jumping.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AChWsPsaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CHW3Dbg-TQY/s400/bungee-jumping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431343922658914722" /></a><br />4. Bungee Jump!! - Yeeeaaah! Booked already with my college classmate for this experience in Danao! I can't wait!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AEi62AIiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/yQByBJmG9fY/s1600-h/white-water-rafting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AEi62AIiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/yQByBJmG9fY/s400/white-water-rafting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431346148566639138" /></a><br />5. White water rafting- Was supposed to go rafting last year but the sudden turn out of events prevented us from doing so. So hopefully this year, CDO, watch out. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AGJjhuoQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/WtSlGljB7w8/s1600-h/drive.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AGJjhuoQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/WtSlGljB7w8/s400/drive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431347911834116354" /></a><br />6. Out of Town Drive- I miss driving. I miss the drive trip I do with some friends in the Philippines. To just converse, feel the wind and enjoying the scene with our music. Man, it's pathetic women can't drive here in KSA. My folks should get a better car when I get home. Haha. Joke. =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AHQMGehoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/aYnVgJG9PPI/s1600-h/gokart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AHQMGehoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/aYnVgJG9PPI/s400/gokart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431349125316511362" /></a><br />7. Karting! - It's a pity that Kart Zone already closed before I can get a hand of their karts. We'll see, there might be a new spot opening when I get home. Speedracer mode! ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AKnK0BXvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FZmjgR2VgOc/s1600-h/Club-Vudu-Cebu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AKnK0BXvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FZmjgR2VgOc/s400/Club-Vudu-Cebu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431352818642542322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AK0wx9uJI/AAAAAAAAA50/w3p9R4MG2M8/s1600-h/cebu-nightlife.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AK0wx9uJI/AAAAAAAAA50/w3p9R4MG2M8/s400/cebu-nightlife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431353052172761234" /></a><br />8. Parrrty!! - If you are a close friend of mine, you know that I'm not a big fan of parties. But you also know, that I've been planning in like forever to take my nightlife to the next level. Hahaha. Im kind of a sore loser when it comes to clubbing and stuff. But yeah, I'm optimistic that this year's gonna be my year. We'll make a quick "Life of the Party" scene when I get back. Fingers crossed that Vudu, Loft and the Penthouse will not be out of business this year. lol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AM6BX3xDI/AAAAAAAAA58/hUktIkBSXf4/s1600-h/tree-planting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AM6BX3xDI/AAAAAAAAA58/hUktIkBSXf4/s400/tree-planting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431355341549323314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AOZdrZffI/AAAAAAAAA6E/76XYdhzRYbo/s1600-h/feeed.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2AOZdrZffI/AAAAAAAAA6E/76XYdhzRYbo/s400/feeed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431356981234990578" /></a><br /><br />9. Outreach Programs and Medical Missions volunteer- I miss the feeding programs we used to have during college, and even post-college. I miss the sound of screaming children during medical missions too. So hopefully, I'd get to attend some of these charitable/philanthropic activities when I come home. I think my "giving-back" time is sooo long overdue. Have to give back for all the blessings y'know. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2ATcNmTYXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/K4AwJKvfNh0/s1600-h/AEL2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2ATcNmTYXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/K4AwJKvfNh0/s400/AEL2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431362526016397682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2ATbyQdiXI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zf2RB2eyC-k/s1600-h/ael.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S2ATbyQdiXI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zf2RB2eyC-k/s400/ael.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431362518677031282" /></a><br />1o. FAMILY TIME- The last but certainly not the least, quality family time. I miss my lil bro and sis soooo much! Be cooking for them for the first time ever in my entire lifetime! ;)<br /><br />I'm putting out my calendar and marking the dates. Drats, I've got way too much activity and I doubt if I can do everything I'm planning to do. But we'll see. What Veda wants, Veda gets. You know me. ;)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-90919666212215493662010-01-26T23:07:00.000-08:002010-01-27T00:11:34.665-08:00*The Photog Experience*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_00yECybI/AAAAAAAAA4s/VofQhiBzMxQ/s1600-h/wijo1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_00yECybI/AAAAAAAAA4s/VofQhiBzMxQ/s400/wijo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431328863261215154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_00Us2yNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/sZHzf94KczQ/s1600-h/17947_1313568883000_1344002966_30893974_5284661_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_00Us2yNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/sZHzf94KczQ/s400/17947_1313568883000_1344002966_30893974_5284661_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431328855379331282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_00IP4OhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/lGaNX816kbQ/s1600-h/dj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_00IP4OhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/lGaNX816kbQ/s400/dj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431328852036565522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_0z-kraCI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ywNzjq3Oxxc/s1600-h/save.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_0z-kraCI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ywNzjq3Oxxc/s400/save.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431328849439451170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_0zoqBWOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KayUZ6SnFeM/s1600-h/studio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S1_0zoqBWOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KayUZ6SnFeM/s400/studio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431328843556280546" /></a><br />Not that I never had the chance of posing in front of the camera in my lifetime. This time, it's on a different scale. And believe me, it was tough as hell.<br /><br />Firstly, I am not a pro model who can effortlessly make love to the lenses. Secondly, I cant help it, I am just a smiley person - - and emo/glamour shots are kinda difficult for me. Lastly, I'm just a starter, so forgive me. =)<br /><br />For the haters, get over it. <span style="font-weight:bold;">TO EACH HIS OWN</span>, I must say.<br /><br />All <span style="font-weight:bold;">PROPS</span> to <span style="font-weight:bold;">DJ Hostalero</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Jon Borromeo</span> (and his lovely half, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Tess</span>), <span style="font-weight:bold;">Wijo Mendoza</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Ferdinand Tiongson</span> for setting me up with this kind of love affair. Well, the love affair is still in the works, so fingers crossed, it will be in full bloom in due time. Thanks for being supportive, and mind you, the doughnuts really were a huge help! <br /><br />Hopefully when winter's over, we can do outdoor shots with some of my friends. They are stoked with the idea of a photoshoot. Hahaha. And I am also hyper with the idea of getting my own DSLR with free tutorials from you guys! Drats, gotta save up more moolahs y'know. =)<br /><br />DSLR birth pains suck and yeah, it's starting to take its toll. Good luck.Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-54256862085246084142010-01-06T22:21:00.000-08:002010-01-07T14:05:01.412-08:00*Jam-Packed January*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S0ZJwUzlBXI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lr39aLOHcLs/s1600-h/busy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S0ZJwUzlBXI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lr39aLOHcLs/s400/busy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424103895781934450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S0ZJwIxUwcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZoGw1Rjj4T4/s1600-h/BB+Bee2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/S0ZJwIxUwcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZoGw1Rjj4T4/s400/BB+Bee2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424103892551254466" /></a><br /> <br />The year just started, and how! <br /><br />BUSY AS A BEE! <br /><br />The new year work shift was just a starter. Looking at my January roster, I could not help but utter a disgusting "uuulch!". I can't help but feel literally nauseated and overwhelmed. I just finished my ECG class and exams, and boy, it's a total brain-shrinker! Not a good thing. A few days from now, I will be taking the Advanced Cardiovascular Life Support course and I need tons of prayers to get me through that painstakingly difficult stage. Makes me wanna cry, really. <br /><br />After the ACLS certification, another hospital-wide exam is next. And then finally, the interview with the Director of Nursing. Shockers. I don't wanna cry no more. I'd rather die. Boo. ;(Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-71924362741557062552010-01-02T15:12:00.000-08:002010-01-02T17:06:45.457-08:002009 Thank You List (Drum Roll, Please!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sz_tQ7VUQfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XijXhWxrJMs/s1600-h/thank_you_typewriter1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sz_tQ7VUQfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/XijXhWxrJMs/s400/thank_you_typewriter1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422313351438156274" /></a><br /><br /><br />My, what a year it has been! Looking back at the past year, I can definitely say that it's been a wild roller coaster ride. Wild, but sweet. <br /><br />So here's my list of a couple number of people to thank for the year that was. Twenty-oh-nine!<br /><br />To my God, who has always been and always will be my guide in my continuing journey --I owe to you everything. My life is not enough to thank you for all that you have showered me with. 'Nuf said. <br /><br />To my family, for being so patient with me and my tantrums. For being so understanding with all my dramas and for being very supportive with all my decisions - two thumbs and feet up for you, homies! Just so you know, I love you and I miss you all so dearly. <br /><br />To my good friends - Mael, Victor, Van2, Arianne and Nhaj, my life will never ever be the same without you. I miss college but I miss you all even more. The laugh trips and the shenanigans. From the gay bars of the North to the halo-halo stops of the South. Gosh, I just wish that Canada, USA and all the other countries will stop hiring nurses so that you can all go follow me here and continue the good times (I crossed my fingers when i said this)! *sob*<br /><br />To my dear Jow, hugs! I have been such a mess lately but I'm pulling through. It just feels great to know that I can always count on you. Forgive me for being such a twit, but what can I say, I am no Goddess you know. LY. See you in Egypt. Hehehe. =)<br /><br />To my flatmates here in Riyadh, forgive me for being lazy sometimes. I know we all have our "lazy" moments but when it hits me, i have to beg you to grant me all your forgiveness. I know we are not seeing each other as much as we used to (what, with all the sked we have, come on!), but I have to let you know that I miss our being very noisy and being tidy with the flat (ooops, no pun intended, i swear!). Hahaha. And i just have to tell you that I miss the English movies that we used to watch. WOWOWEE's crawling in my skin. He even follows me to sleep. Help! =)<br /><br />To my ER family, thanks for making me feel that I BELONG. I don't know, It's been a very difficult start but I am slowly desensitizing myself with the toxicity that is naturally in ER. Thanks for being tolerant with my faults and never failing to teach me how to correct it. As I have said over and over again in my previous entries, I partly owe my professional progress to the people I work with in the Emergency Room. <br /><br />Sorry but I can't help but go over this list per person. ;)<br /><br />Maam Ellen, este, TITA Ellen, Maam Jaria and Maam Felma, I can't thank you enough for being the wind beneath my wings (churvah!) and for never being hesitant to help me/us during some of my/our "dumb blonde moments". =)<br /><br />Wehbi, who will forever be "ma-ARTE", thank you for sharing not only your nursing expertise but as well as the warmth of your friendship. I can never thank you enough for giving us the feeling of having a brother whilst being far from home.<br /><br />Moath, well, what can I say? You were with me and Maria when we started from scratch. You are our MENTOR. I just wish we will never disappoint you. Thank you for the effort you exerted in teaching us and for never leaving us during our "trying" moments. Hehe.<br /><br />Yahya for the constant reassurance that things will be okay despite some shitty moments. Thank you.<br /><br />To Ayat, Khaled, Tani (Mohd), Ahmad and Sahar, aside from the assistance, I have to highlight that you guys make me laugh. Khaled's funny voice, Ayat's kalandian, Moh'd's eternal squabble with Maam felma which is very comedic to witness, Sahar's "Where Moath, Where Dahlia" moments and Ahmad's ECG exam. Bwahahahaha! My god, I'm laughing my socks off as I'm writing this! Hahaha!<br /><br />To our Mudir, Madam Farrah, thank you for not being mean and for always giving in to what we want (Sked and all, all that). It tickles me to death when you ask us "How are you? You're still alive?". Hahaha. Thank you for not giving us the feeling that we have to be super-scared of you. =) =) =)<br /><br />My batch mates in ER, what would I do without you?!! I just wish that the camaraderie between us will continue beyond our three-year contract. =)<br /><br />To my partner, Maria, I miss you. really, I do. You were my partner when we started and we shared food, stories, dramas and all, all that. It felt like losing a cheatmate, with you being in SW. Nevertheless, thank you for coming into my life. 'Nuf said. =)<br /><br />To everyone who touched my life in one way or another, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I wish you all the best for this year and may our paths be fully clear of negative vibes. <br /><br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR! <br /><br />Love Lots,<br />VedaVeda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-64791985181182541902010-01-01T22:25:00.000-08:002010-01-01T22:58:42.142-08:00Doctor Gone Wild!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx2K_2zcue26PYdebJOdOc1XMyiQrhz0scxp6s7CIO70hl6YUVB4q5q3WmHNKrxggCdS4obF00xzb89XKfiIA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />After seeing 10,000 patients, this doctor just totally threw a fit! A dancing fit, that is! He has gone hysterical because he was too exhausted seeing too many patients with runny nose. Hahaha.<br /><br />Man, see what night shift can do to people. Tsk-tsk. Poor doctor. *evil smile*Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-52589870010724368952009-12-21T02:40:00.000-08:002009-12-21T03:23:19.860-08:00*Where The Magic's At*<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XKsibiHI/AAAAAAAAAgU/r2vgqOjXHyQ/s1600-h/kh3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XKsibiHI/AAAAAAAAAgU/r2vgqOjXHyQ/s400/kh3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417644718015875186" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XKLn46TI/AAAAAAAAAgE/SBOPQhHPU1s/s1600-h/kh4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XKLn46TI/AAAAAAAAAgE/SBOPQhHPU1s/s400/kh4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417644709180401970" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XKZC5AXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C544WPGUYBQ/s1600-h/kh5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XKZC5AXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C544WPGUYBQ/s400/kh5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417644712783315314" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XJ4b64_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/PN9491uOHa0/s1600-h/12157_191285785965_529290965_3415039_6893823_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XJ4b64_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/PN9491uOHa0/s400/12157_191285785965_529290965_3415039_6893823_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417644704029926386" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XJqlvX2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/dW9i7XyM8FY/s1600-h/work.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9XJqlvX2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/dW9i7XyM8FY/s400/work.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417644700313018210" /></a><br />Kingdom Hospital and Consulting Clinics. <br /><br />This is where the magic and the toxicity's at. In better days, I can talk to my colleagues in the Emergency room. In not so better days, I barely see them even if we're on the same shift because of the crowd of patients. Regardless of patient-full or patient-less days, working at KHCC ER makes me happy. It gives me a sense of fulfillment despite the leg cramps after every shift (lol). <br /><br />So here's a shoutout to my workmates, our doctors and our patients! Cheers! :)<br /><br /> <em>KH Photos by: Angela Bernardo</em>Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-80867733641294189732009-12-21T01:18:00.001-08:002009-12-21T01:58:57.763-08:00*Who Says You Can't Have Fun in the Kingdom?*<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F7DBu68I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5OaKsTiScqU/s1600-h/fun.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F7DBu68I/AAAAAAAAAfk/5OaKsTiScqU/s400/fun.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417625757477170114" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F6zVAg7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/zcFIlZS5ca8/s1600-h/party.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F6zVAg7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/zcFIlZS5ca8/s400/party.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417625753263047602" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F7dW69dI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RvQax40XN8s/s1600-h/12157_186803480965_529290965_3384783_4322374_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F7dW69dI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RvQax40XN8s/s400/12157_186803480965_529290965_3384783_4322374_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417625764545361362" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F6qDxuAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aDXWJbHzhSE/s1600-h/Mwahugs!1261.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sy9F6qDxuAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aDXWJbHzhSE/s400/Mwahugs!1261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417625750774855682" /></a><br />Really now, who said that?!<br /><br /><strong>Sure, you can't do everything that you used to do in the Philippines, but "NO FUN" ain't a reality here. =)</strong>Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-26636824683533952422009-12-09T07:24:00.000-08:002009-12-12T06:35:40.317-08:00*I Heart The Kingdom*<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_KU7zVPVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FafUbj8LkqQ/s1600-h/saudi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267738121813330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_KU7zVPVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FafUbj8LkqQ/s400/saudi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_KUpzuOiI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f4At221PjbM/s1600-h/saudi2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267733291612706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_KUpzuOiI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f4At221PjbM/s400/saudi2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_FgnZD9cI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yN_c80y_7Qo/s1600-h/jill1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413262441243211202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_FgnZD9cI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yN_c80y_7Qo/s400/jill1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_FgcLy5OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BdtpLTaXJao/s1600-h/jill5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413262438234776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sx_FgcLy5OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BdtpLTaXJao/s400/jill5.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's been 3 months since I last posted on this site. The icky feeling of not being able to write on my blog for the longest time was so overwhelming. Not that my blog is special or anything, but ionno, I just miss it.<br /><br /><br /><br />Moving on to the brighter side of things, we finally have our own internet line! So expect more baloneys on this site in the next 2 to 3 years. lol!<br /><br /><br />Anyhoos, I'm writing from the other side of the world. In case you didn't know, I'm currently based in Riyadh. Not that it's the most amazing place in the world, but geez, I like it here! The thought of staying here for 3 years doesn't scare me at all.<br /><br /><br /><br />Some of the many reasons why I think I'm liking it here (In no particular order):<br />1. The infrastructures are just amazing! The houses, in particular are just jaw-dropping.<br />2. Contrary to popular belief that Saudis aren't that "nice", well yeah, they are not nice because they are very, very nice. I'm speaking <strong>based on experience, </strong>not just on mere hearsay.<br />3. Other than Saudis, the people I work with in the hospital who are of different nationalities are really supportive. I just wish that I could say the same thing for Filipinos in general, who are so fond of the crab's mentality. Don't get me wrong though, the Filipinos I work with are super-duper supportive. I owe to them a part of my professional growth. And of course, my mentor is simply the best. =)<br />4. I have the best roommate ever - Naisa! We jive well with things relating to shopping (She's the -holic one), sleeping and blabbing. She cooks really well that's why my tummy's always happy. Too bad for her, I can't cook as well as she does. Boo. ;)<br />5. Riyadh has malls sprouting all over. Even if I don't get to shop really often, window shopping and food tripping really makes my trip to the mall fulfilling.<br />6. The sun is literally bigger to look at from this side of the earth! I swear! =)<br />7. Fast food (KFC, McDonalds, Herfy, etc.) value meals are HUUUUUGGEEE in size! So huge, I can drown in them! Hahaha.<br />8. No TRAFFIC! Wee! It's transpo-ville haven! Too bad though, women can't drive here.<br />9. The miracle of a water heater in the accomodation is just sooo glorious, especially this winter time. Brrrr..<br />10. Jarir Bookstore! I love, love, love it!<br /><br />So this is basically me and Riyadh. You'll hear more about it in my upcoming blogs. I'm smiling as I'm writing this. Geez, I think I'm in love with the place already. ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-13026987378975082242009-09-06T06:30:00.000-07:002009-09-07T20:22:23.866-07:00*WTG Cebuana, WTG Raleene!*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqPG3BkhA0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/TB_f8BPfRss/s1600-h/3397565991_2a2c00def5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqPG3BkhA0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/TB_f8BPfRss/s400/3397565991_2a2c00def5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378361028627202882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqPG2xaY-LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WVumrhhTWno/s1600-h/3749224058_4059516ff0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqPG2xaY-LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WVumrhhTWno/s400/3749224058_4059516ff0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378361024289765554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqPGFIJNpkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/o2LLBomFJ5U/s1600-h/3886769341_3beab8953f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqPGFIJNpkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/o2LLBomFJ5U/s400/3886769341_3beab8953f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360171398276674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqO7-QP1RfI/AAAAAAAAAdo/m9jaeQqt6ew/s1600-h/2060100714_f6e1416fe0_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SqO7-QP1RfI/AAAAAAAAAdo/m9jaeQqt6ew/s400/2060100714_f6e1416fe0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378349058198160882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"Raleene" by Raleene Cabrera</span><br /><br /></div><br />This is Raleene Cabrera and I'm officially a big, big fan of hers!<br /><br />You guys should check her blog out! It has got to be one of the sassiest blogs I have ever visited. I am proud to say that Raleene Cabrera is a true-blue Cebuana and her musical team-up with her sister is awe-inspiring!<br /><br />This nineteen year old is a gorgeous ball of talent.<br /><br />Some few facts:<br />*Photographs by her are hands down, A+++ in quality.<br />*The Cabrera girls' music is extremely ear-friendly and good. Really, really GOOD! Check them out<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8hlzbNegqI&feature=related"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8hlzbNegqI&feature=related</span></a> , this is their cover for the song, "Almost Lover". It almost made me cry.<br />*Her flair for fashion is supercalifragilickin' HOT!<br />*She's pesco-vegetarian.<br />*Currently studying Interior Design at La Salle-College of Saint Benilde<br /><br />To find out why I'm gushing about her, do visit her blog site,<a href="http://www.raleene.com/"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">www.raleene.com</span></a>.<br /><br />Once you're done checking the site out, get back to me and tell me that <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'M A VERY HONEST PERSON. </span>You'll enjoy her blog as much as I did.<br /><br />My friend and I are proud of you CEBUANA! =)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-84611404722886512002009-09-01T20:28:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:46:37.891-07:00*That Ain't A Proposal*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pUfB1jlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/flgGlmi9knw/s1600-h/5530_123225665965_529290965_2831762_7194030_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pUfB1jlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/flgGlmi9knw/s400/5530_123225665965_529290965_2831762_7194030_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376710068286099026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pUM4qZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/FVBabDLRtS4/s1600-h/5530_123225660965_529290965_2831761_89126_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pUM4qZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/FVBabDLRtS4/s400/5530_123225660965_529290965_2831761_89126_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376710063415781202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pTgEsSCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DVi7hRFUAHI/s1600-h/5530_123225615965_529290965_2831755_1517974_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pTgEsSCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DVi7hRFUAHI/s400/5530_123225615965_529290965_2831755_1517974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376710051386640418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pTFRqZwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WVACgoD31Ao/s1600-h/5530_123433300965_529290965_2835540_5868667_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3pTFRqZwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WVACgoD31Ao/s400/5530_123433300965_529290965_2835540_5868667_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376710044193285890" border="0" /></a><br />At Steaktown Edsa Shangrila, I got one of the sweetest surprises. Many were asking if it was a proposal, but no no no, that ain't a proposal. It was just one of the sweetes gestures of love. Yuck. Hahaha. The steak was super yet the surprise really got me!<br /><br />That's not a ring, so don't you all worry.<br /><br />I love the earrings dearie. Thanks! =)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-47798292810963350072009-09-01T20:07:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:28:01.155-07:00*Food-Fun-Friday*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3ijxHgtiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sR0X1hOUB8M/s1600-h/6730_1201131635507_1445062811_592172_407674_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3ijxHgtiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sR0X1hOUB8M/s400/6730_1201131635507_1445062811_592172_407674_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702634258380322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3ijrLEQCI/AAAAAAAAAco/nzgxu7xchVE/s1600-h/6730_1201131435502_1445062811_592167_3412376_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3ijrLEQCI/AAAAAAAAAco/nzgxu7xchVE/s400/6730_1201131435502_1445062811_592167_3412376_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702632662679586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >(Handuraw)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3ijGm2lUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wOaaJ6EB8Yw/s1600-h/6730_1201131355500_1445062811_592165_2437570_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3ijGm2lUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wOaaJ6EB8Yw/s400/6730_1201131355500_1445062811_592165_2437570_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702622847112514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >(City Garden)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3iigfcA7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/I1ipvxx9t04/s1600-h/6730_1201130515479_1445062811_592145_2511049_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sp3iigfcA7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/I1ipvxx9t04/s400/6730_1201130515479_1445062811_592145_2511049_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376702612615463858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(@ <span style="font-weight: bold;">30</span>)<br /><br /></span></div>It's fun to be spontaneous. Especially if you don't know where you're heading to and in the company of a good friend. Boo and I had dinner at this neat little resto, <span style="font-weight: bold;">30. </span>I was so amazed that a place this little could be so nice, interior-wise.<br /><br />Arianne and Bing followed us and we then head off to City Garden to enjoy the relaxing ambience of the place's backyard garden. The place was so quiet and it almost felt like we own the place. Wishful thinking.<br /><br />Last stop was Handuraw and as expected, their pizza never ceases to please. As if we weren't that full, we finished the food in a blink of an eye. Haha.<br /><br />Can't wait for the next resto/food-hop! ;)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-86829644867082798862009-07-22T03:00:00.000-07:002009-07-22T03:51:37.366-07:00*Compellingly French!*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmbkXcLvO0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JvVW4Khhq4A/s1600-h/frenchkiss.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmbkXcLvO0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JvVW4Khhq4A/s400/frenchkiss.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361223497784703810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmbkXPfyeOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/X3Gb2Tt7Mkw/s1600-h/frankreich423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmbkXPfyeOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/X3Gb2Tt7Mkw/s400/frankreich423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361223494379141346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fascinamment français! </span><br /><br />French are lucky to be french. I mean, come on, who doesn't want to be in such a great country as France? Rich in history, culture and people with distinct marks of a superior race, who are you joking? I want to be French! <span style="font-style: italic;">Je veux être le français!</span><br /><br />The French Revolution. Napoleon Bonaparte. The Eiffel tower. The Louvre. Palace of Versailles. The Mona Lisa. Ratatouille. French kiss. French baker. French fries (lol). <span style="font-weight: bold;">FRENCH GUYS.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Chacun aime des gars français!</span><br /><br />I came across this blog entry by Princessa, (http://hubpages.com/hub/Why-are-French-men-so-irresistible) and I tell you, this explains why most women love French guys. Read on!<br /><br /><div class="modfloat full"><div id="mod_1660360" class="module moduleText color0"><h2>"What makes French men so irresistible?"</h2><div class="txtd" id="txtd_1660360"><ol><li>From the first impressions you recognize a French man by his outfit. A Parisian has no competitors for <strong>fashion sense</strong>. Ordinarily you would never buy an orange scarf for your boyfriend, until you see a Parisian walking along the Champs Elysees with an orange silk scarf complementing his "decontracte" style. Only the Italians come closer with their particular sense of elegance and distinction.</li><li><strong>Attitude.</strong> French guys look straight into your eyes when they are talking to you. Ok. Sometimes their eyes stray away towards your boobs, but quickly they come back to meet your eyes. It is actually considered bad manners not to look into the eyes of someone when you are talking to them and someone told me that it brings 7 years bad sex if you do not look straight into the eyes of someone when toasting! </li></ol><ol><li>They are <strong>passionate </strong>about anything they might be talking about which usually is food, wine or sex. </li><li><strong>Conversation.</strong> With French men you can talk about anything you talk with your girlfriends. It does not matter their education, any French man will be able to talk with you about the latest fashion trends, cooking recipes and of course wine and cheese. </li><li>The French have a highly developed <strong>sense of smell</strong>. A French man actually appreciates your selection of toiletries. They can even recognize your perfume by name. I still remember the time I met a French fashion photographer in a Marbella nightclub, after being introduced he asked me -just to corroborate that he was right- if I was wearing <em>Nilang</em>, a perfume by <em>Lalique</em>, which at the time was only available in the <em>Lalique</em> shops in Paris so the scent was very exclusive and unknown. That impressed me! </li><li>French men <strong>can cook</strong>. And I am not talking about an omelette or opening a can of baked beans... no, no, no. I am talking about delicious well prepared meals cooked with lashes of fresh cream and herbs that you have never heard about; all served at a well decorated table and eaten with three hours of delightful conversation. </li><li>It does not matter what a French man tells you, if he says it in French you will be at his feet. Their <strong>accent</strong>, pronunciation and who knows what else are so irresistible, that I have almost fallen in love with many men without even having looked at their faces. </li><li>They are very <strong>expressive</strong>; they like to tell you how they feel and if they compliment you they really mean it. By and large they are not afraid to show their emotions. They will tell you that they love you, that they are mad about you and pour their heart out to you without feeling compromised for doing it. Even tough cinema actor <em>Vincent Cassel </em>has been quoted saying: "<em>I think I'm actually more vulnerable than people imagine.</em>" </li><li>Most men <strong>do not drink beer</strong> -whisky as an aperitif is more acceptable and wine with a meal-. By and large a more elegant choice of drink. </li><li>Their life does not revolve around football matches. In three years living in France I have not yet met a football fan; at least not the type that spends Saturday afternoon in front of the tv. drinking a beer and cheering his team.</li><li>French men are still gentlemen and as such they still <strong>pay for you</strong> when you go out with them. French men like to pick up the bill. I know many feminists will be outraged by this, but they do it naturally. If you go out dining with male friends you do not have to go through the awkward discussion of who ate what or take out the calculator to divide the bills. Most of them are just happy to pay for you.</li></ol><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">L'espoir vous trouverez votre vrai amour français</span>!<br /></div></div></div>Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-3708027796059169452009-07-19T19:43:00.000-07:002009-07-19T20:03:15.943-07:00*Hidden Valley Resort*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaq1rbVpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fT7Tq8Hho6Q/s1600-h/5210_100743060965_529290965_2499494_630785_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaq1rbVpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fT7Tq8Hho6Q/s400/5210_100743060965_529290965_2499494_630785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368410999608978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaqkA_sbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/r2ObCXk6q8s/s1600-h/5210_100743045965_529290965_2499491_7747099_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaqkA_sbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/r2ObCXk6q8s/s400/5210_100743045965_529290965_2499491_7747099_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368406258233778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaqc2eiVI/AAAAAAAAATs/pvS9RflMIuA/s1600-h/5210_100743040965_529290965_2499490_6992974_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaqc2eiVI/AAAAAAAAATs/pvS9RflMIuA/s400/5210_100743040965_529290965_2499490_6992974_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368404335069522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaqDKNsbI/AAAAAAAAATk/h8sp-pk4IAM/s1600-h/5210_100742960965_529290965_2499476_7794141_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPaqDKNsbI/AAAAAAAAATk/h8sp-pk4IAM/s400/5210_100742960965_529290965_2499476_7794141_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368397438529970" border="0" /></a><br />Hidden Valley Resort in Pinamungajan, Cebu is truly a hidden paradise. This mountain resort surprised me since I have been in one too many mountain resorts around Cebu City. As one of the destinations in "Suroy-Suroy sa Sugbo", this place is really worth the "Suroy".<br /><br />The place is very peaceful and lets you reconnect with nature. They have a small zoo and a plant aquarium which pleased my younger siblings and my grandmothers. If you want to make the place very lively, you can indulge yourself with their videoke machine (which I did) and have the entire mountain barangay as your audience.<br /><br />We could have gone exploring the nearby caves and waterfalls, but the bad weather didn't allow us to. Boo. =(<br /><br />All in all, this place is one of the reasonable places to go to if you want some weekend time off by yourself or with family and friends. Friendly staff, good food and fully-equipped facilities are all in the package.<br /><br />And oh, the herbal massage is a total must-try! =)<br /><br /><br />Note: This writer didn't get to take much better pictures because of camera battery downtime. Ack!Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-1356609929186857182009-07-19T19:10:00.000-07:002009-07-19T19:41:44.174-07:00*Promdi in Manila*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPSUY3bMSI/AAAAAAAAATc/14HX-wGtwAQ/s1600-h/5210_99885200965_529290965_2486415_4970217_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPSUY3bMSI/AAAAAAAAATc/14HX-wGtwAQ/s400/5210_99885200965_529290965_2486415_4970217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360359229215158562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPSUABWzxI/AAAAAAAAATU/vuT1JTVReb4/s1600-h/5210_99885210965_529290965_2486417_7544399_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPSUABWzxI/AAAAAAAAATU/vuT1JTVReb4/s400/5210_99885210965_529290965_2486417_7544399_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360359222545927954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPSUM-KufI/AAAAAAAAATM/puYskJjQVPY/s1600-h/5210_99885130965_529290965_2486403_405339_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SmPSUM-KufI/AAAAAAAAATM/puYskJjQVPY/s400/5210_99885130965_529290965_2486403_405339_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360359226022214130" border="0" /></a><br />I never knew that Employer interviews take forever to finish. I spent two days of waiting in line from 8am to 8pm, missing lunch and pretending to be just all smiles. Ack! It is agony at its very best.<br /><br />After 2 weeks of flying to and fro Manila, I'm finally done with the hard parts (exams, interviews and all that). So for now, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.<br /><br />The good part during my first week was being able to see J and made up for lost time. Did the things we usually do like dine out and watch a movie or two. Boy, do i miss the guy. Except for the visible weight loss, J was still his same old self.<br /><br />Regardless of J staying in Manila or not, I am not staying there. It's not that I don't like it or something. The promdi in me will always have to take charge. The hustle-bustle of Manila life is way too much for me. It is such a frustration to see Manila Bay gone black, the floating garbage flooded by the afternoon rain and some guy running away with someone else's bag on hand. Well I guess this has become an ordinary sight for people who lives in this city. I just wish more and more NGO's and GO's will work on these problems. There is still a huge chance for change.<br /><br />Manila is not difficult a city for one to love. It will just take a solid, individual/group effort for this city to be as beautiful as it used to be.<br /><br />Dang, this Promdi is now down with fever and flu as she writes this. Manila stress and weak immune system, I supposed. Boo. =(Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-45647702989617469292009-07-14T00:10:00.001-07:002009-07-14T00:29:08.891-07:00*Hometown Luvin'*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxGmXNubI/AAAAAAAAASs/22WCrenc6tE/s1600-h/P3060298-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxGmXNubI/AAAAAAAAASs/22WCrenc6tE/s400/P3060298-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358211646110939570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxGLamkrI/AAAAAAAAASk/-lVD1-z9ZeA/s1600-h/P3080619.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxGLamkrI/AAAAAAAAASk/-lVD1-z9ZeA/s400/P3080619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358211638877393586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxFx4tdoI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZrvzHYzPMdY/s1600-h/P3060293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxFx4tdoI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZrvzHYzPMdY/s400/P3060293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358211632024352386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxFeTq64I/AAAAAAAAASU/WWeni_1bNu4/s1600-h/P3050201-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxFeTq64I/AAAAAAAAASU/WWeni_1bNu4/s400/P3050201-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358211626768722818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxERNXvDI/AAAAAAAAASM/kcSb-nd9AUM/s1600-h/P3050104-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SlwxERNXvDI/AAAAAAAAASM/kcSb-nd9AUM/s400/P3050104-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358211606072769586" border="0" /></a><br />Finally I got the chance to go home after some tedious work week. Almost died of exhaustion and hunger. Hospital work is way too demanding for my taste. <br /><br />Though I was born and spent most of my childhood years in Cebu City, I still am a true blue Hinundayanon. My heart belongs to this peaceful little town in the Pacific area of Southern Leyte.<br /><br />Haaaaaaay.. I can't wait to go home again. =(Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-87970135044911285432009-06-23T08:14:00.001-07:002009-06-23T08:53:15.742-07:00*Missing the Plane, err, Flame*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxhBuZCzI/AAAAAAAAASE/YHPxR2jLE5s/s1600-h/n529290965_1973266_26673.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxhBuZCzI/AAAAAAAAASE/YHPxR2jLE5s/s400/n529290965_1973266_26673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541907017141042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxg8G5DjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LFqyletfEBU/s1600-h/n529290965_1142037_1578.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxg8G5DjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LFqyletfEBU/s400/n529290965_1142037_1578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541905509289522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxgtz5K-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/itQPp9EMQgk/s1600-h/n529290965_1965873_4248963.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxgtz5K-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/itQPp9EMQgk/s400/n529290965_1965873_4248963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541901671508962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxghYw2PI/AAAAAAAAARs/fYPDae86uyI/s1600-h/n529290965_1396347_685.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxghYw2PI/AAAAAAAAARs/fYPDae86uyI/s400/n529290965_1396347_685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541898336491762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxgaGy8qI/AAAAAAAAARk/2Dsr_NcbtTQ/s1600-h/2791_73526855965_529290965_2090354_6949587_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkDxgaGy8qI/AAAAAAAAARk/2Dsr_NcbtTQ/s400/2791_73526855965_529290965_2090354_6949587_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541896382083746" border="0" /></a><br />Missing the plane, missing the flame.<br /><br />I finally decided to just stay put in Cebu. As much as I'd want to visit J, there's no way that I'm going to make it to Manila before the first of July. Aside from the abominable weather, plane fares that cost more than an arm and a leg, my godmother's wedding (<span style="font-style: italic;">she's in her mid-40's</span>) -- I think I would be sent to eternal damnation if I miss my <span style="font-style: italic;">Lolo's </span>first death anniversary.<br /><br />So many things to do, so little time! If it rains, it truly pours! As for my case, it's pouring frustrations.<br /><br />I am so frustrated with the thought of not seeing J until September. It's not that I can't bear his 5-month absence, heck, I just miss the things that we used to do together. Err, ain't those things I mentioned just about similar? Duh!<br /><br />Well, I guess I just have to live by some cheesy motto that is,<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YUCK.</span></span><br /><br />Seriously now, do what you got to do and I'll do my thing too. It won't be long until we see each other again. It's not we're gonna be apart in like, forever.<br /><br />P.S.<br />I already got tickets for September. LOL.Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-90333885085379021382009-06-22T21:43:00.000-07:002009-06-22T23:02:32.416-07:00*Of Burgers and Fortune Tellers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiY7n8gjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rXnMGkSllYw/s1600-h/100_0587-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiY7n8gjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rXnMGkSllYw/s400/100_0587-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350384537777766962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiYly4-tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MHKUoLekKag/s1600-h/100_0595-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiYly4-tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MHKUoLekKag/s400/100_0595-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350384531918093010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiYR1VPCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JhNCA2WcWXw/s1600-h/100_0577-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiYR1VPCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JhNCA2WcWXw/s400/100_0577-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350384526559624226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiYEx8T3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/qWNjlcf6wyc/s1600-h/100_0601-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/SkBiYEx8T3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/qWNjlcf6wyc/s400/100_0601-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350384523055746930" border="0" /></a><br />What does one do during a cold, rainy day? Perhaps bunking in bed and wishing on extended chimeras would be the popular answer. Enjoying a good book in one hand and a steaming hot cup of coffee in another will most likely be a notorious runner-up.<br /><br />Well, I didn't do any of the above activities. I woke up at 6AM to meet up with some friends and visit the famous fortune teller of Mactan island, Madam Naty. The road leading to her dwelling is still the same muddy road that we travelled three years ago. And Nang Naty was still her glamorous old self. I was wondering if she still remembers us with our duty uniform on, all crammed up inside her "<span style="font-style: italic;">hula house"</span> eagerly listening to each others fortunes and misfortunes. And I doubt if she still remembers making "<span style="font-style: italic;">hula" </span>to Victor about his becoming an actor. What a disaster!<br /><br />We left Nang Naty's place and drove towards Aryan's abode. Upon reaching her place, we drank a frickin' good instant coffee and spent our time blabbing off about certain things. Her cute little niece, Tanya wanted me to draw for her Princess Jasmine. I ended up drawing a Princess Jasmine with fish tails. Duh! I was thinking of the Little Mermaid all along. Whatever happened to my Disney characters expertise!? Crap.<br /><br />We then head off to her burger stand and badgered her staff just so we can try making a decent burger. I saw the customer's face turned sour when I damaged her patty. LOL.<br /><br />I never knew I could enjoy the rainy day like this. In any other rainy day, I would've opted to just lounge in bed and snore the day away. But this rainy day is special. I got my hands full of controversial misfortunes, a damaged patty, a twisted Princess Jasmine, a friend's surprising love news and a half day well-spent with some good friends.<br /><br />Cheers to the rainy season! =)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-54678701015895264002009-06-22T00:15:00.000-07:002009-06-22T00:49:47.206-07:00*Author Who?*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sj8wQVZcGqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/XOwuNQtTQ8Q/s1600-h/chastity-ring-crucifix-r16613.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sj8wQVZcGqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/XOwuNQtTQ8Q/s400/chastity-ring-crucifix-r16613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350047939519322786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When I was in High School, I was fond of writing my own poems. I also liked copying poems that interest me from various reading materials. Actually, I still do the jotting down of poems occasionally. Though the passion isn't as unswerving as it was during my younger years, I still have the ardor to persist an almost-forgotten avocation.<br /><br />So I uncluttered some old stuff and found one of my notebooks. I started scanning the notes and realized that it wasn't my poetry booklet. Duh! But what got me interested was this single entry I copied into one of those sheets full of "reminders".<br /><br />It's a pretty interesting entry and I am dying to know who the author is. Help!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Chastity. The devil shows his virgin teeth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">but his tongue is a whore. It tastes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">almost everything including the hosts,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">the whore, the core and the corn - -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">but he is now a priest and his genital</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">is eaten by the scrotum. He cannot </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">love. He cannot fuck. He cannot sex. He</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">cannot pump. His is useless. It is whore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I want to die. I am crazy. I want to die.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">What is the use of my penis when it cannot sex.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I am a chaste but not a virgin,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I am a chastity!</span><br /></div><br /><br />I find this writing to be very stalwart and boy, do it speak a lot! Its censored vocabulary speaks volume and speaks beyond what it literally means.<br /><br />So if you have an inkling as to who the writer of the aforementioned entry is, PLEASE HOLLER ME!<br /><br />Thanks!Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-71599088912679442932009-06-21T20:48:00.000-07:002009-06-22T00:14:19.173-07:00*An Epiphany of Sorts*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sj8tDLxgfNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GE-ltxoKy50/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sj8tDLxgfNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GE-ltxoKy50/s400/DSC02937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350044415062736082" border="0" /></a><br />I was sitting in a nook early this morning and I had an epiphany of what I believe I am made of.<br /><br />I have my mother's charm and vulnerability..<br /><br />My father's looks and flexibility..<br /><br />My Lola's mood and temper..<br /><br />..and my Lolo's big HEART.<br /><br />Damn, do I miss "Tatay". =(Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-55656710492500977902009-06-17T19:58:00.000-07:002009-06-17T20:08:57.744-07:00*Sorry..I Can't Help It*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sjmtk5_A2VI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LkWX4-crsyc/s1600-h/junpyo_090114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sjmtk5_A2VI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LkWX4-crsyc/s400/junpyo_090114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496882031188306" border="0" /></a><br />I can't help it. I just can't help it. I love this guy, err, I like this guy sooo much! You can call this childish stuff, but yeah, I'm being childish over this stuff. LOL.<br /><br />Lee Min Ho, the lead star of Boys Over Flowers just never ceases being dreamy. Girls are going agog over his Goo Jun Pyo character. Me, included. While many are falling for his money and heartthrob appeal, I am definitely falling for his antics. He is just darn lovable!<br /><br />Crap. I can't believe I'm writing this stuff. Truly pathetic. Boo!Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-28679197836718857692009-06-13T07:26:00.000-07:002009-06-15T07:00:48.042-07:00Good Charlotte..NOT!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sorry, but THE Charlotte didn't earn my respect. It killed it. At some point, it has turned our lives into one great, big, complex SHIT. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">And oh, before i forget, I don't hate it. I just feel sorry for that twit of a thing. Boo!</span><br /></span><br /></span>Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-39245155609540245702009-05-28T06:36:00.001-07:002009-05-28T06:48:11.324-07:00*Boo's Day Out*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sh6Tyv1NUlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hOHzL6XFMro/s1600-h/DSC_0375-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sh6Tyv1NUlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hOHzL6XFMro/s400/DSC_0375-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868708150366802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sh6TyXMbnLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uMsYVgN-28U/s1600-h/DSC_0371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sh6TyXMbnLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uMsYVgN-28U/s400/DSC_0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868701536885938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sh6TyJb1AzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/SyrNzUqc76Q/s1600-h/DSC_0366.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/Sh6TyJb1AzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/SyrNzUqc76Q/s400/DSC_0366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868697843368754" border="0" /></a><br />I just had the swellest day ever!<br /><br />Spent the day with one of my closest friends, and boy, was I bloated with all the food and <span style="font-style: italic;">chisms</span>! It's been such a while since "boo-ang" and I saw each other. I missed her a lot. It feels so good to know that you have a friend for keeps who's always there through hell and back.<br /><br />Here's to a lasting and boo-tiful friendship, Mael Stephanie Dela Calzada!<br /><br />Luv yah, Misis! =)Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507309839570392851.post-78262878166586519302009-05-24T05:42:00.000-07:002009-05-24T07:25:16.904-07:00*The Day My "Na-chus" Gave Up On Me*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/ShlMLO_TR0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/m7DEWckEZbw/s1600-h/basic+black+pumps+under+50+dollars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/ShlMLO_TR0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/m7DEWckEZbw/s400/basic+black+pumps+under+50+dollars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339382589110306626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/ShlIihDK5vI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TVskAFRq3NI/s1600-h/shoes_igec0217363.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BaFjOmfv0AM/ShlIihDK5vI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TVskAFRq3NI/s400/shoes_igec0217363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339378591048853234" border="0" /></a><br />I have never been the biggest fan of slippers, shoes, sandals and the like. Though I have occasional footwear fetish, it remains "occasional" to the true sense of the word. The occasional pair will most likely be <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLACK. </span><br /><br />A self-proclaimed follower of the religion that is practicality, I find black shoes to be most convenient for someone who is not so fashion-savvy (ahem). I have quite a number of black foot paraphernalia to go with my 96 ct. Crayola crayons-colored wardrobe. I have quite a number of them to merit a remark from the beau that my taste for footwear is downright <span style="font-weight: bold;">BORING!</span> Ouch!<br /><br />Well, I can't blame the poor boy for having such a dowdy girlfriend. But you can't blame me either if the comforts of my pads rest on that workable, reliable pair of black moccasins. Boots, sandals, ballet shoes, doll shoes, black wedges, pumps, sneakers and what have you. Name it and I have their respective black versions.<br /><br />I have this particular favorite pair which I call<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Na-chus"</span>, my shortcut for Naturalizer. I had it as a present from one of my Aunts two years ago. At first glance, I dismissed it as ordinary. But once I had my sole in, I found the ultimate shoe heaven! It was the simplest looking pair of sandals yet the most comfortable I have ever had in my entire post-adolescent life!<br /><br />From the church to the market, from birthday dinners to the mall, from boats to the beach - - that pair was my loyal companion. My <span style="font-style: italic;">"Na-chus"</span> were a witness to a handful of secrets. If it were given a mouth, tongue and of course a voice, then I probably would have had my jolt of Pandora's box. Boo.<br /><br />As of this writing, my <span style="font-style: italic;">"Na-chus"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>chance of spilling the beans on me is no longer possible. Even if you give the biggest trachea there is, my<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">"Na-chus"</span> already gave up on me. I was just a few meters past our gate when it snapped. I looked down on a pair that used to be my feet's best friend, now it sits in a cold corner of my shoe stall.<br /><br />People tend to get the most out of things which they think is useful to them. Not only is it applicable on material stuff but also in real life, say, careers, relationships and friendships. Supposedly, the ideal scenario would be mutual but what usually happens is an infestation of parasites. Parasitism over Mutualism. Once they suck out everything you got, the words "bye-bye" is just around the corner. They drop you like hot, delicious french fries!<br /><br />OUCH!Veda Clarinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01615350353653401782noreply@blogger.com2