<?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-5516708142253542588</id><updated>2011-09-28T17:36:15.554-07:00</updated><category term='Toronto'/><category term='Burgmuller'/><category term='beer'/><category term='kaldereta'/><category term='bachelor&apos;s button'/><category term='Robert McCallister'/><category term='fort langley'/><category term='Playstation'/><category term='team canada'/><category term='orchids'/><category term='gastown'/><category term='LiveCity Downtown'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='steveston village'/><category term='hostas'/><category term='skydiving'/><category term='Broadway'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='bc place'/><category term='Magtanim Ay Di Biro'/><category term='Ojai'/><category term='Super Mario'/><category term='olympic place'/><category term='lynn canyon'/><category term='spa'/><category term='Vancouver'/><category term='Easter Monday'/><category term='The Fish House'/><category term='Nintendo'/><category term='The Weather Network'/><category term='sun'/><category term='Claudine Gandolfi'/><category term='Hamilton St Grill'/><category term='piano'/><category term='kare-kare'/><category term='bus'/><category term='Angelique'/><category term='Robson St'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='lantern forest'/><category term='roses'/><category term='Granville St'/><category term='sidney crosby'/><category term='alias'/><category term='Narrow Lake'/><category term='hyacinths'/><category term='gerberas'/><category term='stanley park'/><category term='Nola'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='kd lang'/><category term='January'/><category term='tulip'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='lookout'/><category term='2010'/><category term='florets'/><category term='Fringed Blue Heron'/><category term='Sarsi'/><category term='Alberta'/><category term='Victoria'/><category term='skinny dip'/><category term='Farmville'/><category term='rellenong bangus'/><category term='Kerrie Hess'/><category term='Arabesque'/><category term='Christmas Tree'/><category term='Tulips'/><category term='tikoy'/><category term='engagement rings'/><category term='tocilog'/><category term='Ballade'/><category term='Tourism Vancouver'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='white rock'/><category term='Central park'/><category term='Japa Dog'/><category term='Brothers and Sisters'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Walker'/><category term='Farm Town'/><category term='Dine Out Vancouver'/><title type='text'>Coffee or Tea?</title><subtitle type='html'>Rambling, ranting and sharing.  Places, people, issues and what have you's. My life away from Manila.
Pick a spot. Pull a chair. Relax. 
Coffee or tea?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-6377063906884143450</id><published>2011-07-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:16:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!</title><content type='html'>Hiya...Friday is on us! Looking forward to this weekend -- R &amp; R, purely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two close family friends are coming over this Saturday. Plus a handful of office friends. BBQ time -- although the weather feel likes it's Thanksgiving time.  But wth... we'll just grill 'em burgers and weiners, porkchops and chicken. Will be prepping though a Filipino type of noodle which I hope guests will like. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be pure relaxation.  Trying to start the NCIS DVD marathon... Let's see. For now, all I can say is&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; TGIF!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-6377063906884143450?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/6377063906884143450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=6377063906884143450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/6377063906884143450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/6377063906884143450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2011/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-7507710185928591021</id><published>2011-07-25T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:02:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><content type='html'>Summer weather over the weekend...finally! But didn't plan anything except house-cleaning. So I can say, I wasted the sun. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today with sun already shining bright.  Good heavens!  Is this true?? I might not be a true fan of sunshine but hey, the flowers and veggies and fruits need the sunrays. So I'll let it be...for the meantime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday. I'm happy. I'm crazy. I'm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-7507710185928591021?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/7507710185928591021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=7507710185928591021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7507710185928591021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7507710185928591021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-6053831781630726395</id><published>2011-07-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:14:26.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>been away from coffee or tea for long.  kinda busy living life. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-6053831781630726395?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/6053831781630726395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=6053831781630726395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/6053831781630726395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/6053831781630726395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-7093633168905692747</id><published>2010-12-01T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:20:59.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Hello December!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's the 1st of December and I feel Christmassy. Eventhough I'm hunched due to some tummy pains.  But I'm not letting it ruin the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do this first week of December:&lt;br /&gt;1) Christmas decor - home&lt;br /&gt;2) Christmas decor - work&lt;br /&gt;3) Shopping List - gifts&lt;br /&gt;4) Price List - food orders&lt;br /&gt;5) Finalize cooking sched&lt;br /&gt;6) Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of December&lt;br /&gt;1) Christmas baking&lt;br /&gt;2) Shopping - gifts&lt;br /&gt;3) Gift wrapping -- have to get blue gift wrappers!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Preliminary food orders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stop at that. Because the week after the 2nd will definitely be a juggling act. Will the time really arrive that I won't be rushed during Christmas season? Wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-7093633168905692747?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/7093633168905692747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=7093633168905692747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7093633168905692747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7093633168905692747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-december.html' title='Hello December!!!!!'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-1893432328549327125</id><published>2010-11-30T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:20:52.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown.....</title><content type='html'>to Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a fortnight, you might argue, but it'll just pass so quickly. And just let me be...as I'm thinking right now of Christmas in Manila. Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-1893432328549327125?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/1893432328549327125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=1893432328549327125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/1893432328549327125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/1893432328549327125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/11/countdown.html' title='Countdown.....'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-4014047434341417092</id><published>2010-10-06T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:48:49.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lull</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted the past 3 months. Too much on my plate, things on my mind, prepping for back-up plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most things are in its place..I can relax a bit. There are some jittery nerves still but learned to cope.  Will tell you more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-4014047434341417092?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/4014047434341417092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=4014047434341417092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/4014047434341417092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/4014047434341417092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/10/lull.html' title='A Lull'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3125170950385730169</id><published>2010-06-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:11:10.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>Anxiety and speculations seemed to be frequent visitors the past few weeks. Not just for me but for quite a number of people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, they're here again.  And worse, I think.  Hushed discussions.  Forced smiles. Anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this end tomorrow?  Or sometime later this week? Hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-3125170950385730169?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3125170950385730169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3125170950385730169' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3125170950385730169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3125170950385730169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/06/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-5610622748780936843</id><published>2010-06-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:07:03.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerberas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orchids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tocilog'/><title type='text'>Flowery Morning</title><content type='html'>I wasn't feeling well yesterday, hence, I decided to stay home.  Breakfast was first in my agenda (which was unusual) and since there were some left-over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tocino&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sinangag&lt;/span&gt;, I will be cooking sunny side-up egg to complete my all-time favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tocilog&lt;/span&gt;. Clutching some old 24hrs to put in the recycle bin, I went down to the kitchen.  Mid-flight, I smelled something different.  I got nervous and tried to remember if I forgot any important event for June 11, or 12. Nothing that I can remember so I shrugged whatever that is that made me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the stove and opened the cupboard to take out the frying pan when I noticed a vase of gerbera daisies on the counter.  It wasn't there the night before so I knew it was Franz who brought them home.  Lovely flowers, I should say and they're the deepest of red -- such a pretty sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/TBSDEy2MkVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6gotmhCcTTc/s1600/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/TBSDEy2MkVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6gotmhCcTTc/s320/DSC02625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150764808540498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Franz didn't join me for breakfast so I wasn't able to ask him about the flowers.  Finished eating and went to the dining room to get an apricot when the same fragrance I smelled in the stairway once again filled my senses.  I can now fathom it -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSES&lt;/span&gt; -- one of my favorite fragrances. I closed my eyes and uttered a short prayer while visualizing white roses.  When I opened them...lo! on the dining table is a pretty arrangement of roses, orchids and another unidentifiable flower --- all in white.  I smiled and appreciated the beauty that greeted me on a day I feel unwell.  I also felt terribly stupid that I immediately associated the smell of roses to someone's death whereas if the fragrance wasn't that random, I would have felt differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/TBSD979j3nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AhDIdiX2Afg/s1600/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/TBSD979j3nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AhDIdiX2Afg/s320/DSC02622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482151746507890290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Right now, we're enjoying the beauty they bring us.  The gerbera daisies now on the dining table while the white flowers are in the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I sigh..close my eyes..and utter a prayer of thanks for a thoughtful nephew and... simple joys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-5610622748780936843?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/5610622748780936843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=5610622748780936843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5610622748780936843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5610622748780936843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/06/flowery-morning.html' title='Flowery Morning'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/TBSDEy2MkVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6gotmhCcTTc/s72-c/DSC02625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-2886324757859546110</id><published>2010-06-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:05:27.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>Where are you, sunshine?</title><content type='html'>I've posted a while back how Vancouver's weather is unpredictable.  And the lush environment is partly because of the rainshowers that visit us every so often. But hey...we need some sunshine already.  Rain and the gloomy weather have been with us for almost a week. It's almost summer but the temperature is nowhere like that. Anyone wants to sun-dance with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-2886324757859546110?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/2886324757859546110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=2886324757859546110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2886324757859546110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2886324757859546110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-are-you-sunshine.html' title='Where are you, sunshine?'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-7581704050416113051</id><published>2010-05-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:03:29.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kare-kare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaldereta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dine Out Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rellenong bangus'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>A simple smiley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm simply excited. Will be picking up S and hubby at the Tsawwassen ferry. They weren't able to get the cruise that will dock here at Vancouver, so they opted for the one that will stop at Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kare-kare and kalderata waiting for them already. And embutido and lumpiang shanghai.  I like rellenong bangus so I have this visit as an excuse to order (much as I can prepare this, I'd rather not...too much fuss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to go downtown later.  Meet-up with some highschool friends at night.&lt;br /&gt;Whistler tomorrow. Quite a tight sched but I don't mind. I know I'll enjoy the visit.  I just hope the sky will clear a bit.  (Sunshine please..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-7581704050416113051?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/7581704050416113051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=7581704050416113051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7581704050416113051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7581704050416113051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-5149202258543109282</id><published>2010-05-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:49:40.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ojai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers and Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert McCallister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrow Lake'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Robert?</title><content type='html'>Ojai Foods may well be on its way to redemption with the discovery of new found treasure at Narrow Lake.  But this is the season's finale, it can't be without any hanging questions for the viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saul's hands bloodied and didn't want Kevin to touch him.  Afflicted with something contagious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting a Hawaiian wedding ceremony for Justin and Rebecca, Holly, a few minutes after, lost consciousness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Will she make it to the next season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the biggest question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it really goodbye to Senator Robert McCallister&lt;/span&gt; (played by still good-looking Rob Lowe)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; He was badly hurt -- blood dripping, fading and then stared off at a distance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is indeed the end for Robert, then I must say the send-off for him was fitting.  Dignified..controlled hysterics (which is not the norm with Walker family).  And will surely miss him next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/watch/brothers-sisters/93509"&gt;Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters Season 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-5149202258543109282?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/5149202258543109282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=5149202258543109282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5149202258543109282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5149202258543109282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye-robert.html' title='Goodbye, Robert?'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-8553713287387593787</id><published>2010-05-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:45:43.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Hostas In The Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiGe_kzJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XQXDp0EvXAM/s1600/hosta+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiGe_kzJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XQXDp0EvXAM/s320/hosta+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470222192189164690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiG5FwG5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B1yj_XuNPZY/s1600/hosta+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiG5FwG5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B1yj_XuNPZY/s320/hosta+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470222199194393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two weeks after (April 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiHQxks2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wt9GP--1tIU/s1600/hosta+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiHQxks2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wt9GP--1tIU/s320/hosta+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470222205552210786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two more weeks and it'll be full grown. Need to put egg shells this weekend to deter the slugs.  Or should I use beer or ground coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-8553713287387593787?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/8553713287387593787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=8553713287387593787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8553713287387593787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8553713287387593787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/hostas-in-making.html' title='Hostas In The Making'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-oiGe_kzJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XQXDp0EvXAM/s72-c/hosta+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3358019423798509937</id><published>2010-05-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:40:26.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringed Blue Heron'/><title type='text'>Flowers Grown Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     Silly me! Or rather ignorant me.  I thought something went wrong with the tulips I've been waiting to bloom.  A week ago, I noticed that 4 stems have multiple blooms.  This observation  is in addition to about 15 white buds I saw.  I planted purple ones so what I saw growing in the garden plot were a bit unusual.  I attributed the latter observation to the fact that I planted the bulbs way too late (January). However,  the multiple blooms are more of a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I told Nola about the multiple blooms and she was surprised herself.  She's been gardening and even worked in a nursery and this was the first time she heard about that.  She said with a smile, "Your tulips are mutating." To which I replied, "Yes, mutant tulips!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-cpXhqbawI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tNMyNIfr9Qo/s1600/Mutant+Tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-cpXhqbawI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tNMyNIfr9Qo/s400/Mutant+Tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385756614814466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How the blooms look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     After planting the freesia and acidanthera corms this morning, I got the pile of planting instruction guides of the plants I currently have in the garden. And surprise..... I didn't only plant purple tulips.  I also planted 12 Double Late Angelique and 10 Fringed Blue Heron. I totally forgot these infos!!!!! I then remembered that I even positioned the bulbs according to their blooming height. That's one mystery solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What about the "mutating" issue?  I surfed the net a few minutes ago and learned that there are some tulip varieties with multiple blooms.  Nothing specific though if it's the Angelique or Blue Heron. So there's no mystery.  Just silly, ignorant me -- an aspiring gardener learning the ropes of gardening one step at a time.&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/5516708142253542588-3358019423798509937?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3358019423798509937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3358019423798509937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3358019423798509937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3358019423798509937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/flowers-grown-wrong.html' title='Flowers Grown Wrong'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S-cpXhqbawI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tNMyNIfr9Qo/s72-c/Mutant+Tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-1593745090514311845</id><published>2010-05-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:48:13.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fort langley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stanley park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steveston village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lynn canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookout'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward To......</title><content type='html'>S passing  by Vancouver.  Ah...finally will be able to meet her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to come up with a list of places to go. And I don't have their exact visiting dates. LOL! That's how mightily excited this mouse is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely on the agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gastown.org/"&gt;Gastown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic Cauldron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vancouverlookout.com/"&gt;Harbour Lookout!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vancouver.ca/parks/parks/stanley/"&gt;Stanley Park &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all in downtown Vancouver so we'll just go to these places in one sweep.  On their first day or the second, not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentative on the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynncanyon.ca/"&gt;Lynn  Canyon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vancouver.ca/parks/parks/queenelizabeth/"&gt;Queen Elizabeth Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fortlangley.com/"&gt;Fort Langley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.city.whiterock.bc.ca/"&gt;White Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.steveston.bc.ca/"&gt;Steveston Village&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left out the wine tour, Whistler, Victoria, Robson shopping, Lonsdale Quay and Ambleside. We'll just decide in a few days or so... but it wouldn't hurt if they can extend. *wink*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-1593745090514311845?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/1593745090514311845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=1593745090514311845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/1593745090514311845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/1593745090514311845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking Forward To......'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-5198148932523399415</id><published>2010-05-03T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:32:03.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Patiently Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;izette posted this on her Facebook status. I think I have an idea what she's referring to.  As Tnet said... patiently is the keyword.  Ha! Clue!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could say the same. I'm waiting as well.  But patiently...um...ummm. I need more than patience regarding this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-5198148932523399415?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/5198148932523399415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=5198148932523399415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5198148932523399415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5198148932523399415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/patiently-waiting.html' title='Patiently Waiting'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-8511449337555946198</id><published>2010-05-01T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:37:52.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Weather Network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberta'/><title type='text'>Loving the Weather</title><content type='html'>I'm not a "sun" person. It's not by choice...my system just can't function well with heat.  Which is why  migrating to Canada is a logical step for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, the weather here in Vancouver suits me.  Mild winter, mild summer. Although the summer heat can still affect me in a negative way, at least there's  no -20  winter days as Alberta nor humid summer months of Toronto. Rainfall in the winter is  common but this rainfall is just Philippine's drizzle. I can live with that.  Especially so that this precipitation is a big contributing factor to the lush environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's May 1 today -- halfway through spring. It was a bit cloudy and there was a bit of nip in the morning but the sky cleared before mid-day. Sun shining brightly as I write but the temp's only 11 degrees.  Superb! And tonight, it'll be balmy until the sun sets sometime 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For visitors to this lovely city it might seem too much for a day.  Unpredictable, some might even say.  But it's what makes Vancouver more interesting. I cope, as most Vancouverites do, by layering clothes and checking The Weather Network &lt;a href="http://www.theweathernetwork.com/"&gt;http://www.theweathernetwork.com/&lt;/a&gt; on Ch 18 before heading out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-8511449337555946198?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/8511449337555946198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=8511449337555946198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8511449337555946198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8511449337555946198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/05/loving-weather.html' title='Loving the Weather'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-4926979366495793585</id><published>2010-04-17T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:40:32.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tourism Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dine Out Vancouver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fish House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamilton St Grill'/><title type='text'>Vancouver Feast</title><content type='html'>Food lovers in Vancouver look forward to the annual Dine Out Vancouver. This year it will be from April 26 - May 6 with 208 restaurants participating. There are three (3) price points ($18, $28, $38) for a three-course meal. This is inexpensive considering that the participating restaurants are the top-rated ones in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations start on Monday.  It can be done through the restaurant or for convenience, through Tourism Vancouver's website: &lt;a href="http://www.tourismvancouver.com/visitors/dining/dineout.php"&gt;http://www.tourismvancouver.com/visitors/dining/dineout.php  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my nephew to make our reservations. Kinda craving for steak so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we will be able to get seats at Hamilton St Grill.  If none, then The Fish House at Stanley it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat to your heart's delight, Vancouver!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-4926979366495793585?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/4926979366495793585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=4926979366495793585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/4926979366495793585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/4926979366495793585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/04/feast-in-vancouver.html' title='Vancouver Feast'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-5832842671969378363</id><published>2010-04-14T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:03:34.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playstation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magtanim Ay Di Biro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nintendo'/><title type='text'>Cyber-farming</title><content type='html'>There's a Filipino folksong that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Magtanim ay di biro, maghapong nakayuko&lt;br /&gt;Di man lang makatayo, di man lang makaupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English translation: &lt;br /&gt;Planting rice is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;Just bending all day long&lt;br /&gt;You can't even stand still&lt;br /&gt;You can't even sit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, quite a chunk of the populace had experienced farming.  However, not the kind of farming that after toiling the land and harvesting will put food on one's table.  I'm talking about the farming happening in the cyberworld: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Country Life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Farm Town&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Farmville&lt;/span&gt;. These are some of the games one can play on his Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I started with FT (FB lingo for Farm Town) late last year. Two weeks to the game, I was consumed with the desire to buy the much-coveted mansion. Played it like crazy.  However, work schedule prevented me from becoming an FT addict. I only got to work on Hacienda Biday during my lunch breaks and occasional weekends. Thereby leaving me at stage 28 -- after 2 months of playing. Currently I'm at stage 38.  But since I was on a re-arranging mode last month and wasn't able to continue, the hacienda is in a sorry state. I occasionally visit it only to harvest the fruit trees and to water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what swayed me away from the addicting game? Another Facebook application: Farmville, or FV to us "farmers". Same as FT, a farmer needs to plant and to harvest to earn points and coins. Purchase of buildings and decorations helps you go up the ladder, so to speak. Not to mention the gifts from friends and neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These FB games might appear a bit lame to some. I quite agree..for the Playstation and Nintendo have better games.  However, these 2 farming games let me interact with friends who otherwise find Resident Evil and Super Mario quite complicated.  After all, we're into this just to while away time...a way to relax after a day's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, what I need to remember is to make sure I harvest the rice for the co-op farming with Susan and Nicky. We have to get the gold this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-5832842671969378363?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/5832842671969378363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=5832842671969378363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5832842671969378363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5832842671969378363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/04/cyber-farming.html' title='Cyber-farming'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3497836766235593972</id><published>2010-04-10T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:19:46.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulip'/><title type='text'>An Unexpected Smile</title><content type='html'>Monday - Easter Monday -- is a stat holiday in our company. Together with Good Friday, it made up the long weekend this month.  What a good opportunity it should have been to go out and take a holiday.  However, workload didn't permit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up that day, I literally have to drag myself out of bed. I wanted to be at work before my supervisor gets in -- had to ready the stuff he will be working on that day. Up and about...went to Burnaby thinking already of what I will do when I get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went on smoothly.  I probably went through 2500 images.  Not much for the 2 books I was working on.  It was pretty quiet as only a handful of us insanely came in. No phone calls from sales.  These 2 combined equated to: LOTS OF WO&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RK DONE! By 4pm, I had enough...am going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the bus at the terminal, I had to go to the back as there were no more vacant front seats. Had to stop on my track as there was a man in denim jacket (I can only see his back) blocking the way. It seemed he was trying to start a conversation with a middle-aged lady already seated. I've no problem with that except that he shouldn't be blocking the narrow passageway. There's already a queue behind me and some passengers were staring at them already. I was about to tell him to move when I saw him handing the lady a yellow tulip. Whoa!!! A Romeo on the bus. The lady accepted it hesitantly, probably just to avoid anymore stares. She hadn't even finished thanking him when he turned to another lady on the other side handing her also a tulip. Now...everyone's eyes are focused on the man. And then he turned and when he saw me, quickly grabbed another tulip from the bunch he was carrying and gave it to me. It was too sudden all I can do is accept it  -- with a very surprised look.  Realizing, probably, my reaction, he smiled and shyly uttered that it might not be the best-looking tulips he was distributing but he felt that he should share them. Then he just went past me. He handed 3 more to each of the three ladies in front before he settled to his seat -- leaving us all puzzled but smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my seat, I looked at where he was seating and wondered what is it with this man.  Was he a bit crazy or  was he just simply trying to be nice? I decided on the latter. Although his actions elicited varying reactions on the bus, the very thought that he brought smiles to strangers, including me, is enough to wish him good. The tulips may just be from his yard -- definitely not store-bought -- but it was the thought that mattered.  And that put a smile on my face..all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S8D4m32G_lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/axeSVMr6bfo/s1600/DSC02340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S8D4m32G_lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/axeSVMr6bfo/s320/DSC02340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458636095082659410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-3497836766235593972?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3497836766235593972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3497836766235593972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3497836766235593972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3497836766235593972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/04/unexpected-smile.html' title='An Unexpected Smile'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S8D4m32G_lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/axeSVMr6bfo/s72-c/DSC02340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-8852254959421775790</id><published>2010-04-07T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:52:17.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyacinths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelor&apos;s button'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>Tired Bulbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S714lwBFEtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N8OqnAggGYA/s1600/DSC02284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S714lwBFEtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N8OqnAggGYA/s400/DSC02284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457650913382830802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......that's what my officemate Nola told me when I mentioned to her that my hyacinths didn't bloom nicely this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all smiles when I saw them peeking mid-January. Quite early for them, actually. I was attributing this to the unusual winter weather we experienced.  I didn't think much of it except that I'll get to have hyacinths earlier than usual. Who wouldn't like to smell that waft of sweet fragrance while enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon on the patio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in full bloom 2 months after, they quite gave a disappointment! The florets were few -- about 5 to a flower.  The pink ones fared better than the whites and purples. And the leaves were dull green!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S715EPcQvKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/73500k0PHFI/s1600/DSC02283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S715EPcQvKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/73500k0PHFI/s400/DSC02283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457651437214416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Nola was right!  So on the weekend, will just lift them off the ground so I can give the space to some Bachelor's Buttons -- in time for summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-8852254959421775790?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/8852254959421775790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=8852254959421775790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8852254959421775790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8852254959421775790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired-bulbs.html' title='Tired Bulbs'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S714lwBFEtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N8OqnAggGYA/s72-c/DSC02284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-7736037624411242021</id><published>2010-04-04T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:10:47.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skydiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central park'/><title type='text'>A Little Woman Adventure Part II</title><content type='html'>Continuing with the list of  "things women have to do once". Made some comments this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Ask a man out&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Done that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Buy a really racy piece of lingerie&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Okay.  Will keep that in mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Invest in a high risk stock&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Risky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Send yourself a dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; 1991... I remember! With Monette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Audition for a Broadway musical or a TV reality show&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Auditioned in Manila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Go skydiving&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; On my bucket list already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Bet it all in Vegas -- and let it ride&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; This I have to think about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Go on a carriage ride through Central Park&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; With the love of my life on an autumn day...this will be heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Be the boss&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Boss who??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Try on very expensive clothes in a boutique that you know you can't afford&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Who wants to go with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Invent an interesting part&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Will start tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Talk in a foreign accent all day&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey, I'm a Filipina residing in Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Write a scathing letter to the editor&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Buy a round for everyone in the bar&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Next St Paddy's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Smoke a cigar&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Run for a worthy cause&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Did a couple of years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Pamper yourself at an all day spa&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Divine!!! One thing I miss about Manila. You can indulge without hurting the pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Have a three martini lunch and go back to work refreshed&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Had whisky at work many years ago.  Will that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Create your own holiday and celebrate it every year&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Go without electricity for a night&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My dad's hometown is very rural when I was about 6. Candles at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 28 more on the list but won't be posting them. How about doing your own 10? Will post mine next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-7736037624411242021?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/7736037624411242021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=7736037624411242021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7736037624411242021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7736037624411242021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-woman-adventure-part-ii.html' title='A Little Woman Adventure Part II'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-4116998523166210995</id><published>2010-03-30T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:38:21.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerrie Hess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudine Gandolfi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny dip'/><title type='text'>A Little Woman Adventure Part I</title><content type='html'>A friend gave me a mini-book entitled&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Every Woman Should Do Once&lt;/span&gt; last Christmas. It was written by Claudine Gandolfi and illustrated by Kerrie Hess.  It was entertaining, to say the least. So what are these things WE should do in our lifetime? Am listing the first 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make up an alias&lt;br /&gt;2) Skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;3) Insist on being called "Your Majesty"&lt;br /&gt;4) Sleep out under the stars&lt;br /&gt;5) Start with dessert&lt;br /&gt;6) Be a diva for a night at a karaoke bar&lt;br /&gt;7) Act out a page of the Kama Sutra&lt;br /&gt;8) Call in sick and spend a whole day shopping with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;9) Own something leather besides a coat or gloves&lt;br /&gt;10) Date a guy you met on the internet&lt;br /&gt;11) Give someone famous your autograph&lt;br /&gt;12) Write your acceptance speech for your Woman of the Year award&lt;br /&gt;13) Dye your hair blonde and see if they really do have more fun&lt;br /&gt;14) Rent a convertible and go where the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;15) Have an anonymous encounter&lt;br /&gt;16) Adopt a pet&lt;br /&gt;17) Go commando&lt;br /&gt;18) Dance on top of the bar&lt;br /&gt;19) Forget about what your mother would think&lt;br /&gt;20) Try on engagement rings, even if you`re not in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have done some of these already. I can count about....8! Poor score..LOL! Have to speed up ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-4116998523166210995?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/4116998523166210995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=4116998523166210995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/4116998523166210995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/4116998523166210995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-book-part-i.html' title='A Little Woman Adventure Part I'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-8990264531989883563</id><published>2010-02-27T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:44:22.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granville St'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japa Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robson St'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LiveCity Downtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lantern forest'/><title type='text'>A Big Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yup.  Vancouver has been a big party place the past 2 weeks.  I joined in the fun and trekked to  several celebration sites around town with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll let the pics do the talking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmU2WYIJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gcSfQtI792Y/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmU2WYIJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gcSfQtI792Y/s400/DSC02015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443064501770920082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;This was at Robson Square -  between Vancouver Art Gallery and the GE Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Feb 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmUUi0JJI/AAAAAAAAADw/ywPKip8b-ko/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmUUi0JJI/AAAAAAAAADw/ywPKip8b-ko/s400/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443064492696282258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lantern Forest along Granville St (Feb 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmT49X6QI/AAAAAAAAADo/J1eT_XR3Sks/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmT49X6QI/AAAAAAAAADo/J1eT_XR3Sks/s400/DSC01983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443064485291485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Several streets were closed to vehicles (Feb 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mpvz2YTnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H5mZaL0jRBY/s1600-h/DSC02138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mpvz2YTnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H5mZaL0jRBY/s400/DSC02138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443068263491194482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Burrard St (Feb 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mpujMeGII/AAAAAAAAAEA/1b17-VOsV-k/s1600-h/DSC02028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mpujMeGII/AAAAAAAAAEA/1b17-VOsV-k/s400/DSC02028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443068241840576642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Corb Lund concert at the Surrey Celebration Site (Feb 18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mtAzxG3RI/AAAAAAAAAEY/naGYORluyOU/s1600-h/DSC02135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mtAzxG3RI/AAAAAAAAAEY/naGYORluyOU/s400/DSC02135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443071854061739282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Line-up for the famous Japa Dog along Burrard and Smithe (Feb 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mum4SlcqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4yIhK_HcYHc/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mum4SlcqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4yIhK_HcYHc/s400/DSC02160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443073607622554274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Crowd in front of the Olympic Cauldron in Coal Harbour (Feb 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mumQ0vRbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B4FBngwEAPk/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mumQ0vRbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B4FBngwEAPk/s400/DSC02155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443073597028386226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;An unidentified guy wanted to have his picture taken with Sangko and kids  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Feb 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mzKgYlm-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XO-sbYsjunI/s1600-h/DSC02184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mzKgYlm-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XO-sbYsjunI/s400/DSC02184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443078617727081442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;8pm crowd. GE Plaza (Feb 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mzLJtFnRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ujzAjhPy-Ho/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mzLJtFnRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ujzAjhPy-Ho/s400/DSC02193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443078628818918674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Patiently waiting to enter LiveCity Downtown (Feb 25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mzLpKBEoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qWIrOEuT5Rw/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mzLpKBEoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qWIrOEuT5Rw/s400/DSC02194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443078637261755010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Security check at the entrance of LiveCity Downtown (Feb 25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4m4hxO8L7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WWbLw3mzuVU/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4m4hxO8L7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/WWbLw3mzuVU/s400/DSC02253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443084514945150898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Medal Ceremony for the women's hockey inside LIVE@LiveCity Downtown (Feb 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good turn-out, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-8990264531989883563?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/8990264531989883563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=8990264531989883563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8990264531989883563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/8990264531989883563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-party.html' title='A Big Party'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S4mmU2WYIJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gcSfQtI792Y/s72-c/DSC02015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-2462816079709408099</id><published>2010-02-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:36:53.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sidney crosby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team canada'/><title type='text'>Go Canada Go!</title><content type='html'>I never bothered before to watch hockey even though Canucks was playing. It's because I don't like violence and that is what I see when I watch this game. So I'd rather just watch something else on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          But this week is an exception. This is Olympics! And Canada has a big chance for the gold. So even though I don't understand the game -- except that the puck needs to go inside the net -- here I am, glued to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Canada is leading in the Men's Hockey semi-finals, 2 - 0,  against  Slovakia. Watching right now. 2nd period.  Inside the arena you'd see a sea of red --  mostly Canadians rallying to support Team Canada.  I'm not surprised  that stores in the Lower Mainland had run out of the red/white hockey  jerseys! This is just the semi-finals.  What more if in the finals, Canada will play against the US team, just like Sunday's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I would love to watch that game, if ever.  And there's a big chance.. a very big chance.  But for now, I'll be content to sit here in the comfort of my home -- cheering and rooting for team Canada.  Go Canada Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Oooppss.. by the way, Sidney Crosby is a one good-looking hockey player.  So after the Olympics, will I be watching NHL especially the Penguins game? Let's see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-2462816079709408099?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/2462816079709408099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=2462816079709408099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2462816079709408099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2462816079709408099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-canada-go.html' title='Go Canada Go!'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3179771446494131684</id><published>2010-02-25T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:31:08.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team canada'/><title type='text'>Women's Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Several more medals for Canada. Women's all. Hooray!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And not to forget, Team Canada advances to the semi-finals on Friday (for men's hockey). Score was 7-3.  Another hooray!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-3179771446494131684?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3179771446494131684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3179771446494131684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3179771446494131684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3179771446494131684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/02/womens-wednesday.html' title='Women&apos;s Wednesday'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-7996905629203038942</id><published>2010-02-15T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:37:58.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympic place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kd lang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bc place'/><title type='text'>Let The Games Begin</title><content type='html'>The 2010 Winter Games kicked off last Friday. The ceremony was held at the BC Place here in Vancouver where spectators were given ponchos to wear and drums for audience participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony started with a video clip of a snowboarder going down the slopes while a narrator enumerated the places where the Winter Olympics have been been held. Then an unexpected entrance of a snowboarder through one of the Olympic rings awed the audience. What followed is a superb opening ceremony albeit the lip-synched duet performance of Nelly Furtado and Bryan Adams and the hydraulic malfunction of one of the arms for the cauldron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a number of highlights but personally loved two performances: K.D. Lang singing Cohen's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt; and the poem &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Are More&lt;/span&gt; recited by Shane Koyczan. The ceremony's depiction of Canada's culture was not much of a production number but more of visual effects.  Kudos as it was put together superbly!! But just wondering why the focus was only on the aboriginals?  I have to mention that I liked the whales and that part where a young guy flew over the prairies. Was this produced by Cirque du Soleil?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Stephen Harper was present, of course and the Queen's representative, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Her Excellency, The Right Honourable&lt;/span&gt; Michaelle Jean. Premier Gordon Campbell was on hand but his name was not mentioned during the ceremony. (No politicking???) Both IOC President Jacques Rogge and VANOC CEO John Furlong delivered their obligatory speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unusual moment was the moment of silence for Georgian athlete Nodar Kumaritashvili who met a tragic accident while training that morning in Whistler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale of the ceremony -- lighting of the cauldron -- was delayed a bit.  This was due to the hydraulic malfunction I mentioned earlier. Instead of 4 poles to support the cauldron, only 3 went up, leaving Catriona Doan no pole to ignite. The ceremony didn't end there for the Great One has to go across downtown to Coal Harbour to light a smaller version of the cauldron.  It is an Olympic tradition that the Olympic Flame be viewed by the public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of lighting the second cauldron might be the reason why Gretzky was chosen to be the final torchbearer.  Imagine if it was Betty Fox who will be carrying the torch across town on top of a truck, not to mention it was raining that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many opined that this last part -- hydraulic issue and running to the second cauldron -- quite put a damper on the ceremony as everybody expected an ending with a bang. But with or without bang, the opening ceremony served its purpose.  It welcomed the whole world and its athletes to the world of games where it is just not winning but coming together in the spirit of sportsmanship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vancouver is proud to be the host...  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let the games begin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vancouver2010.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-7996905629203038942?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/7996905629203038942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=7996905629203038942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7996905629203038942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7996905629203038942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-games-begin.html' title='Let The Games Begin'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3532764045210978831</id><published>2010-02-12T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:27:19.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the hours</title><content type='html'>13 hours to go... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2010 Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World-class athletes have arrived days ago. International press had set-up shop already.  Foreign diplomats planed in.  For the next 2 weeks, the world will be focusing on Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic fever can be felt mid-January.  As Feb 12 approached, it intensified. Much more when the torch arrived in the Lower Mainland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there when the torch passed by our area.  I took pictures but the desire to see the actual run was more rather than documenting it. And yes.. it gave me goosebumps. No picture would be able to justify that heart-warming feeling I had. I'm not of Canadian descent but there was a sense of pride, of belonging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...yes. For this event is not for Canadians only.  This is for everyone.  A way to come together regardless of color and language.  A way to unite and to instill in each one of us that if everyone will come together as one, the world we live in will be better -- much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome world!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-3532764045210978831?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3532764045210978831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3532764045210978831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3532764045210978831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3532764045210978831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/02/counting-hours.html' title='Counting the hours'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3537855736874816401</id><published>2010-02-07T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:57:03.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Torch-waiting"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A day to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Surrey and Langley residents are awaiting the Olympic torch to pass through their cities tomorrow, Feb 8.  I'm one of them. Will leave work earlier than usual to be able to catch this event -- if not in Guildford, then at Holland Park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in red.... for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out: http://www.surrey2010.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-3537855736874816401?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3537855736874816401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3537855736874816401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3537855736874816401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3537855736874816401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/02/torch-waiting.html' title='&quot;Torch-waiting&quot;'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-2562569947705881004</id><published>2010-01-17T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:56:27.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Spring Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O71Dk8u_I/AAAAAAAAACw/RrLQkDb9Yk0/s1600-h/mg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O71Dk8u_I/AAAAAAAAACw/RrLQkDb9Yk0/s320/mg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427888496079322098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just finished cleaning up the front garden.  Mini-garden, I should say.  It was grubby-looking for the past 3 months, what with the dead stems of dahlia, mums and gladiola greeting everyone who will enter our house through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today, because there's no reason for me to do extra time this Sunday, I decided to face the "challenge".  It was 7 degrees when I started at about 12 noon, mentally estimating that I'll be done in an hour's time.  I did finish removing the remnants of last summer's foliage as per my allocated time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some surprises for me when I was cutting here and there.  The hyacinths and daffodils are starting to peek. Since I was already outside and other household chores can wait, I thought I can already turn the soil.  Spring prep.  Not to mention, I don't want the complex landscaper to do the said job for they might ruin (for the nth time), the budding plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O8ltfrw4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/f8vB58ILOfc/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O8ltfrw4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/f8vB58ILOfc/s200/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427889331965248386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O9nMT1JuI/AAAAAAAAADA/FtiShgMg8IE/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O9nMT1JuI/AAAAAAAAADA/FtiShgMg8IE/s200/DSC01743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427890456928528098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O-XOkCAII/AAAAAAAAADI/1s7cr9zK8Rs/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O-XOkCAII/AAAAAAAAADI/1s7cr9zK8Rs/s200/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427891282167070850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I went... turn...turn... turn.  Not just the base of the plants but the entire plot.  Whew!!!!  Had to rest for a bit as my back was asking me to stop already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that the tulip bulbs I bought to plant were all still in their original plastic bags. Down I went to the garage to get them.  I might be too late in planting them but I will take the chance, rather than the bulbs to just rot, and hoping since the varieties I got were all late spring bloomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished at about 4pm -- was a good 4 hours I spent outside.  I was happy that the weather cooperated.  Nary a drizzle but it got cloudy at about 3.  My back was complaining but I don't mind.  At least, I've done my spring prep already.  Nothing to worry in March but to plant some annuals and wait for the daffodils and the violet and pink hues of the hyacinths.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5516708142253542588-2562569947705881004?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/2562569947705881004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=2562569947705881004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2562569947705881004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2562569947705881004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2010/01/early-spring-prep.html' title='Early Spring Prep'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/S1O71Dk8u_I/AAAAAAAAACw/RrLQkDb9Yk0/s72-c/mg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-9125040713817004670</id><published>2009-01-27T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:18:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Robbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking through the foggy window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel the bitter cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of winter mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The snowflakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enveloping the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll later be walking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I brace myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anticipating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This trip I'll make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eventful it might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long and tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I venture out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warm and comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Robbie -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Companion, shield,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Protector - is with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I love Robbie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_4WFm1y3I/AAAAAAAAABw/iK-rHmruRGA/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_4WFm1y3I/AAAAAAAAABw/iK-rHmruRGA/s200/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224745156889458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-9125040713817004670?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/9125040713817004670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=9125040713817004670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/9125040713817004670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/9125040713817004670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-robbie.html' title='I Love Robbie'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_4WFm1y3I/AAAAAAAAABw/iK-rHmruRGA/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-661271226046832394</id><published>2009-01-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:19:28.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tikoy'/><title type='text'>Kung Hei Fat Choi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_3uaE-FsI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mc37DASmrEc/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_3uaE-FsI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mc37DASmrEc/s400/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224063457203906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year! Wipee!!!! It's a looking forward to event for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an event particular to Canada, obviously.  But the fact this country also has its shares of Chinese immigrants just like any other country in the world, this festivity is also celebrated here.  Richmond, with its residents mostly Chinese, will definitely see its share of Dragon Dances, fireworks, Chinese goodies and the red envelopes.  And of course, Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, let me set the record straight.  I'm not Chinese (although my father once said that we have about 1/8 Chinese blood). I'm a true-blooded Pinoy. Kayumangging-kaligatan, through and through. And just what makes me look forward to this annual event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIKOY. Or Nian Gao as what they call it.  Sounds shallow? Perhaps. But I've always equated Chinese New Year with this sticky rice cake abundant in our household during this occasion, year after year, as long as I can remember. I like honey mandarins and the other Chinese sweets (don't know what they're called) but I don't really care much about those. It's the sweetness gooey taste of the tikoy my sense of taste is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'm treading my way right after posting this to T &amp;amp; T Supermarket.  I'm buying several boxes. And the minute I get back home, will be slicing it, dip in into the egg wash and fry. I can almost taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-661271226046832394?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/661271226046832394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=661271226046832394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/661271226046832394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/661271226046832394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2009/01/kong-hei-fat-choi.html' title='Kung Hei Fat Choi!'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_3uaE-FsI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mc37DASmrEc/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-278190134718571208</id><published>2009-01-02T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:22:41.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><title type='text'>My Tree of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SWg64kfTUII/AAAAAAAAABg/IncX0ONQ5h4/s1600-h/treeofhope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289542505888698498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SWg64kfTUII/AAAAAAAAABg/IncX0ONQ5h4/s320/treeofhope.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I set up this year's Christmas tree with the help of Louise. My motif is same as last year's - blue and silver, which continues throughout the house. And the snowmen, yeah, I got "snowmen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought more Christmas balls for decors. To which Louise commented, "Don't we have enough, Tita?". In my mind, do you get enough Christmas decors or balls, for that matter? But 10 or 80 Christmas balls, that Christmas tree standing in the living room symbolizes hope for me. It is MY tree of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a very emotional year for me. Aside from that, I wasn't okay, health-wise. My doctor had recommended that I take a leave of absence - to be able to recoup the strength and energy I used to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a good part of the second quarter recuperating. Except for a sudden trip to Calgary (to have a change of environment), I just stayed home. Did some soul-searching, too, trying to answer the grey parts of my life. Towards the latter part of the year, I had somehow figured out the direction I wanted to follow. But circumstances (or was it fate?) were working against me. I felt defeated but thanks to my faith and supportive family and friends, the desire to move on never waned. I asked Lord to give me a sign that everything will be alright - in all aspects of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then on my last weekend working at The Bay, I won a Christmas Tree. I was surprised because I never won anything in any raffles in my entire life. And I wasn't really planning to enter that raffle but for the badgering of Willeen. Add to that, I didn't have any intention of putting up a tree or any decors. So with a Christmas Tree hauled to our home, what choice ddid I have but to put it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, I did set it up. And while I was decorating it, an inner voice was whispering that everything will be alright. That I just need to fully trust and hope in Him. And what a better time to remind me. Christmas - given to us so that we'll be saved and have hope for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes..the story of MY TREE OF HOPE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-278190134718571208?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/278190134718571208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=278190134718571208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/278190134718571208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/278190134718571208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-tree-of-hope.html' title='My Tree of Hope'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SWg64kfTUII/AAAAAAAAABg/IncX0ONQ5h4/s72-c/treeofhope.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-7002044288453927515</id><published>2008-11-07T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:31:18.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arabesque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burgmuller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Visiting with Johann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt the disappointment. And the hurt. I wasn't able to speak of it immediately as I tried to deal first with the overpowering emotions I haven't experienced for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday morning, I saw myself sitting on the chair I rarely use. There I felt comfortable. Slowly, my fingers found their way to the dusty ivory keys. And the notes came to life. I closed my eyes to feel each movement, each transition, each crescendo. I feel exhilarated attacking the chords with such vigor. I sensed my body swaying,  the music coming to its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Arabesque, I continued on to Ballade. The works of Johann lending its magic to me.  And I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have lost my fingers' dexterity due to my endless experiments in the kitchen but then, I seemed to be transported back to Adante - to that little corner where I've spent countless hours dealing with Hanon and John Thompson. Seemed nothing changed. Playing relieves me still, music soothes my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5516708142253542588-7002044288453927515?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/7002044288453927515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=7002044288453927515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7002044288453927515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/7002044288453927515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2008/11/visiting-with-johann.html' title='Visiting with Johann'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-2929293258810306153</id><published>2008-10-04T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:31:25.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><title type='text'>Tin's Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just finished chatting with Tin - a very good friend of mine temporarily residing in Dubai. We were updating each other with the ongoings in our lives when she just said, "Do you know how to make cheese pimiento?" Surprised, I said yes. Cheese pimiento happens to be one of my favorite sandwich fillings. She asked if I could give her the recipe. According to her, she smelled cheese earlier in the day, hence, the craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here it is, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Two simple versions. Take your pick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cheese Pimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups cheddar cheese, grated&lt;br /&gt;1 can (sml) red bell pepper, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix the cheese and milk thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blend in the red bell pepper.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add sugar to taste.&lt;br /&gt;4. Transfer to an air-tight container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Buttery Cheese Pimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups cheddar cheese, grated&lt;br /&gt;1 can (sml) red bell pepper, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 cups butter (room temperature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cream the butter with a wooden spoon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add the cheese. Mix thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the bell pepper. Mix.&lt;br /&gt;4. Transfer to an airtigh container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the two versions, I have always preferred the one with the milk. I just find the one with the butter too dry for me. But we have different tastes, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-2929293258810306153?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/2929293258810306153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=2929293258810306153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2929293258810306153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2929293258810306153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2008/10/tins-request.html' title='Tin&apos;s Request'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-2945829103638333450</id><published>2008-09-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:12:42.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a smile she greets you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This mother of two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;She'll always be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Way back in 2004.  I called her up to ask something.  When Marvin answered, I asked for his Mom. "Hi Marvin, can I talk to your beautiful Mom?" I know he was quite stunned for there was dead air there.  Quickly recovering, he politely told me to hold on.  But I  sensed his smile - ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;here on, she was frequently referred to as MBM &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Marvin's Beautiful Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Belle even signs some of her emails as MBM. Gutsy? Yes. But I don't have any objection.  For this woman of substance is indeed beautiful, inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Met Belle through my former employer, Lisa.  Really didn't expect to be friends with her. Didn't think there's anything common between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;However, time proved that this smiling lady is worth calling a friend. Even more than that as I consider her and her family part of my Canadian family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Belle is a warm, loving, thoughtful person.  Very sincere and sensitive, logical and smart. She's not judgemental. Affable and has a pleasing personality.  Last year when I was at the lowest point of my life, she was very supportive and I know and I felt she was just a phone call away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I am fortunate to have met her and I thank the Lord for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-2945829103638333450?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/2945829103638333450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=2945829103638333450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2945829103638333450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2945829103638333450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2008/09/mbm.html' title='MBM'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-5032278116195847254</id><published>2008-09-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:30:42.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Affair with HC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to confess this. Badly. Been keeping this secret for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started one Saturday on my way to the new office. The bus hasn't arrived yet so I wandered a bit around the terminal. Then, I saw this devilish, yummy-looking brown bod. So hot I can imagine steaming encounters. If I can only taste. Just what I needed for this pang of hunger. Gathered my nerves, I approached and introduced myself. And I felt what I had imagined. Sinful pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following Monday, I forced myself not to glance so I won't be tempted. But human nature wins. I'm not that strong. So I turned again to where the first encounter happened. There within reach is satisfaction. I slowly walked towards that inviting enclave knowing that once again I will give in to an unnecessary need. That became a ritual. Every morning. For the past month. It became my secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have noticed the change those encounters brought me. It did give me satisfaction, temporary satisfaction. But when I look at the mirror, I can see the effect on me. Not a good one. My boyfriend already asked me because he felt something has changed. I can't tell him, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, here I am. Feeling guilty because I know I shouldn't be doing what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I will be able to avoid temptation. I don't want the consequences that will happen if I continue. It will take discipline, I know. I might falter once a week, hopefuly not more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS. The once-a-week pleasure can probably be acceptable if I take it without whipped cream and chocolate syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-5032278116195847254?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/5032278116195847254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=5032278116195847254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5032278116195847254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/5032278116195847254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-affair-with-hc.html' title='Secret Affair with HC'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-2355707696102535397</id><published>2008-09-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:27:11.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarsi'/><title type='text'>Softdrinks, Soda or Pop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nico, a third year high school from F. Sevilla Elementary school, just finished practicing for the district volleyball league. On his way home, he stopped at a sari-sari store. &lt;em&gt;"Aling Maria, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;softdrinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nga. Kahit ano, basta malamig".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In another continent, a government employee, Eloise, is on her lunch break. "Ooops, I forgot my water. Oh well, I'll just get a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the vending machine".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Farther north, Katie just finished watering the lawn. "Mom, just to remind you...I can have a can of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tonight for dinner". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three English words but all referring to that addicting calorie-laden thirst-quenching beverage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Manila, it's softdrinks (yes, most of the time with an s). In the US, soda it is and pop for neighboring Canada. I knew about the soda thing in the States but pop in Canada? &lt;em&gt;"What's the big deal?",&lt;/em&gt; I asked myself when Sangko briefed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, what you'll get from the server when you say soda is a puzzled look. I experienced it myself. And when I explained what I was asking for, the answer I received was: &lt;em&gt;"Oh, you want pop!"&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I want pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being the stubborn person I am, I tried the same thing two more times at different restaurants. Just to see. Did I get the same answer? Oh yes, I did. And what else? My niece's I-told-you-so look. So to spare my party from further embarassment in the future, I resolve to use pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart. Because I still prefer Sarsi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-2355707696102535397?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/2355707696102535397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=2355707696102535397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2355707696102535397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/2355707696102535397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2008/09/softdrinks-soda-or-pop.html' title='Softdrinks, Soda or Pop?'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516708142253542588.post-3732843505253123416</id><published>2008-09-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:05:56.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Million-Dollar Question!!</title><content type='html'>I came to Canada a few years ago. Quite a scary decision for me as I was used to having my family right beside me all the time. I did have a brother I can turn to just in case something went wrong or a problem arises - but it won't be the same as having an armada of supporters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I had psyched myself a few months prior to leaving, it really took all my reserve to board the plane that September afternoon. For not only was I leaving my family and friends, I was also leaving behind me all the comforts I was used to. Flashing in front of me, then, were life-sized letters: W-I-L-L-I-S-U-R-V-I-V-E?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516708142253542588-3732843505253123416?l=doyetski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/feeds/3732843505253123416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516708142253542588&amp;postID=3732843505253123416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3732843505253123416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516708142253542588/posts/default/3732843505253123416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyetski.blogspot.com/2008/09/million-dollar-question.html' title='Million-Dollar Question!!'/><author><name>Doyetski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12867202196254637964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_zghgem9d4/SX_6P8fw90I/AAAAAAAAAB4/U6b7COcRLsY/S220/DSC00028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
