tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85373972011-04-22T05:49:01.557+08:00Midori no Kaze, Green Wind. The wind is free and fast. It knows no limits, it knows no bounds. It has journeyed far and wide, and forever will it move. It is fierce, it is calm... it is everlasting. Listen to the wind and whisper your song. Call out to it, and it will come and free you.Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-29695971190956756662007-08-03T12:37:00.001+08:002007-08-03T16:37:51.367+08:00<P>These are things we're probably all guilty of once in a while, and sometimes, it's nice to be aware of the things we need to relearn. We've all been students, but sometimes, we need to see things from the teacher's point of view.</P> <P>1. It's impolite to turn your back on someone when they're talking, whether you're mad or not. Respect is something basic.</P> <P>2. There's no point in sulking. All you're doing is making yourself feel bad and missing out on all the fun.</P> <P>3. Crying WILL NOT get you everything! Tears are there to show people you've been hurt.</P> <P>4. Clean up! Everybody do your share! Don't let other people do it for you or you'll never learn.</P> <P>5. USE the MAGIC WORDS: Please and Thank You! This will go a long way.</P> <P>6. SHARE!!! NO GRABBING!!! NO PUSHING!!! TAKE TURNS!!! 'nough said.</P> <P>7. Listen! It's really rude to have people repeat what they just said because you weren't listening.</P> <P>8. Indoor games, voices and feet are for indoors and Outdoor games, voices and feet are for outdoors. Be mindful of your actions, they could be bothersome and even hurtful.</P> <P>9. There are appropriate times for everything. Do whatever you have to on those times. It makes you value time more.</P> <P>10. Whatever you do doesn't only affect you, but affects everybody. Be mindful of your actions. You'll never know if the fate of a class activity rests in your hands.</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-2969597119095675666?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-185815775709469152007-08-03T12:37:00.000+08:002007-08-03T16:37:38.236+08:00<P>These are things we're probably all guilty of once in a while, and sometimes, it's nice to be aware of the things we need to relearn. We've all been students, but sometimes, we need to see things from the teacher's point of view.</P> <P>1. It's impolite to turn your back on someone when they're talking, whether you're mad or not. Respect is something basic.</P> <P>2. There's no point in sulking. All you're doing is making yourself feel bad and missing out on all the fun.</P> <P>3. Crying WILL NOT get you everything! Tears are there to show people you've been hurt.</P> <P>4. Clean up! Everybody do your share! Don't let other people do it for you or you'll never learn.</P> <P>5. USE the MAGIC WORDS: Please and Thank You! This will go a long way.</P> <P>6. SHARE!!! NO GRABBING!!! NO PUSHING!!! TAKE TURNS!!! 'nough said.</P> <P>7. Listen! It's really rude to have people repeat what they just said because you weren't listening.</P> <P>8. Indoor games, voices and feet are for indoors and Outdoor games, voices and feet are for outdoors. Be mindful of your actions, they could be bothersome and even hurtful.</P> <P>9. There are appropriate times for everything. Do whatever you have to on those times. It makes you value time more.</P> <P>10. Whatever you do doesn't only affect you, but affects everybody. Be mindful of your actions. You'll never know if the fate of a class activity rests in your hands.</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-18581577570946915?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-6414334583309271422007-03-09T01:01:00.001+08:002007-03-09T01:01:34.625+08:00<P align=justify>Ok, mighty cheesy, but yes I just finished reading it last night, the first and only book of Nicholas Sparks that I have read.&nbsp; I didn't really appreciate A Walk to Remember and The Notebook, but this one I did.&nbsp; It was about a couple married for 30 years who lost the "spark," but the guy (whose pov the book is written in) takes time to rediscover how very much in love he is with his wife.&nbsp; So, he courts her again.&nbsp; Awww...cheesy but really cute.&nbsp; I love stories of married people sticking together through thick and thin.&nbsp; Sometimes people lose sight of what marriage is supposed to be, but yes, no matter how gross this may sound, it is a commitment which is constantly renewed because you constantly choose it over and over again.&nbsp; Yes, I learned something in theo.</P><br /><P align=justify>Basta, this is a good read.&nbsp; For those of you who have lost or are losing faith in the human race when it comes to good relationships, read this.&nbsp; It's very hopeful.&nbsp; So, I would like to end this entry with a long quote from the book.</P><br /><P align=justify>"The events of the past year have taught me much about myself and a few universal truths.&nbsp; I learned for instane, that while wounds can be inflicted easily upon those we love, it's often much more difficult to heal them.&nbsp; Yet the process of healing those wounds provided the richest experience of my life, leading me to believe that while I've overestimated&nbsp;what I could&nbsp;accomplish in a day, I had underestimated what I could do in a year.&nbsp; But most of all, I learned that it's possible for two people to fall in love all over again, even when there's been a lifetime of disappointment between them."</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-641433458330927142?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-91509791283332426552007-03-05T23:57:00.000+08:002007-03-06T01:00:43.693+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today was a happy happy day! My Thesis group and I went to Tagaytay and had so much fun!!! We ate in Carlo's Pizza and went to Starbucks. Hahaha. But before we reached there, we took the wrong exit and had a fun time in the car. Then, while we were on the search for something to do, Aud spotted the Japanese Friendship Garden. It's supposed to symbolize how unity between two nations who were at war, and became one. Hehehe. Entrance Fee was Php 7.50 only and we had the whole garden to ourselves. :D Check out my multiply for pics!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-9150979128333242655?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-76187634777470976762007-02-25T16:49:00.000+08:002007-02-25T17:04:08.452+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It all boils down to this!!! Take note of bold words.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The Influence of <strong>Birth Order</strong> (from Tickle.com)<br />Discover How It Affects Your Personality<br /><br />bambie, your position as youngest child shows most strongly in your affectionate nature.<br /><br />Similar to other youngest children, you tend to be warm, friendly and loving. By being a youngest child, you felt the natural need for acceptance into the existing social structure of your family. To secure approval from parents and older siblings, you learned to express your affection freely and openly. From an early age you learned that by being positive towards others, you increased the likelihood that your affectionate feelings would be reciprocated. <strong>Like other youngest children, telling significant people in your life how much they mean to you is important to you. You probably enjoy expressing your positive emotions and making the world a brighter place.</strong> </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><div><br />AYAN!!! According to a dear friend, "find happiness with your friends and family, but don't forget to how to find happiness with yourself."</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035393421233493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1loBY2SMxo/ReFPo1D2FNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MlMGW98rISk/s320/102_0242.JPG" border="0" /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-7618763477747097676?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-41934686375042555742007-02-11T16:28:00.000+08:002007-02-02T22:40:45.082+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I think I'm in that stage where teenagers feel they want to break out of their shells, but feel underappreciated and are just so frustrated with life. It came a few years late but i'm guessing even I'm not excempted from this. Things would've been so much different with mommy around.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It seems like my childhood is not valued. For God's sake I want to be normal and go out whenever I want. I have a license I can't use and I end up home alone anyway. If not, I end up hanging out with people who can talk about nothing but other people. Small minds discuss people, big minds discuss issues.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It seems that things important to me are not seen as important by other people. And I really dont appreciate belittling comments. I know I can be mean, but don't generalize it across situations. I don't go telling people the instances you are mean. Afterall, I respect your feelings even if you don't respect mine. I don't appreciate jokes about things I work hard on or comments on things I tell in confidence. Fyi, it's not polite, and it makes me trust you less. Actually, it makes me realize I shouldn't tell you anything.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ultimately, my time is not valued. Afterall, it's only work anyway right? If not, it's for listening to the whole world, making salo ang being there for everyone even when I have to put my life on hold? But when it's my turn, it's NEVER VALUED. I guess it's my fault narin for letting it get to this. Good thing there are a few people who do value my time. They're called true friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-4193468637504255574?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-76450138277805979292007-02-02T22:32:00.000+08:002007-02-02T22:40:45.338+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">So much for everything falling into place...apparently not yet. I spoke too soon when I said things were getting better. I'm back to being the lonely ball of stress. I'm quite tired of taking care of the whole world and thinking of everybody and being the taga-salo. Well, I can't really ask people to take care of me and think of me, so at least I should take care of myself and think of myself because in the end, it's just you. You're born alone and you die alone. Pissy? You bet I'm pissy. No it's not the hormones. I'm not due for another 2 weeks. It's just something I thought I stopped feeling, but apparently I still do. It was just something I managed to shut off temporarily. Sometimes, I'm glad for work to keep me company. It helps me forget.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Be selfish and selfless at the same time." - Kuya Wap</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-7645013827780597929?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-78576598243054486082007-01-31T12:19:00.000+08:002007-01-31T12:27:31.574+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It's funny that I've been so stressed but I somehow feel like everything's falling into place little by little. God has this amazing way of letting us feel that He takes care of everything in His own time. God Rocks!!! Hahaha.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last night, my body finally gave way with a nosebleed during my last class and a really aching back. I slept the whole way going home. Then I woke up this morning feeling even worse than I did last night. Hahaha. I couldn't breathe. Thank God for the Arma oil they gave me in Bangkok for buying one kazillion medicines for pop. This little bottle of oil has helped me through headaches, insect bites, and yes, runny noses. Amazing! But now, I have no voice. Too bad I can't swallow the oil. Hahaha. Eeeew!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, I have to get back to work. Thank God for my laptop because now I can work while lying down. God is amazing!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-7857659824305448608?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-40659379298977278742007-01-26T02:29:00.000+08:002007-01-26T02:35:19.003+08:00So much has happened since my last blog entry that I don't know where to begin. Yes, Ate C, I am a ball of stress. Sometimes, I wonder though if people actually see that I am stressed because I feel like I'm given more than my share of the load and at that last minute too. Everything's just being crammed into the remaining weeks before graduation. And sometimes, it's not just the work but the emotions that come a long with it. It sucks to be semi-empathic. You get really sensitive to others' feelings but it doesn't come back. Oh well, who said it should anyway right? Well, I'm not complaining, I'm just really tired. Too tired in fact that I'm beginning to wish people would see it. I need a break from all this. I'm just hoping for a better day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-4065937929897727874?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-15891396967769311622006-12-18T11:15:00.000+08:002006-12-18T11:45:19.395+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Chirstmas is so near and I still haven't felt it. When I was a kid, I started feeling it as soon as Halloween ended, but now I'm just so caught up in the stress that I've been living my days just to get by. Yeah, that's what you realize after a day of prayer. My week's been hell. Actually, maybe this whole month, but the past few days have really topped it. I don't know if it's disappointement in others or ultimately self-disappointment for expecting otherwise. I found myself thinking how much I wished I could go back to the good old days because back then, I rarely felt these for reasons that maybe only I know. I never used to understand why things like these happened to people then. When I grew up, I realized that people are just really different. Maybe what makes it so sad is that I can't really share it with anyone because it just puts me in a spot, which I would rather not do. Maybe that's why I'm a sponge that never gets squeezed, but I've had worse days. Sometimes people don't realize this cause I try to be happy, but damn it, sometimes </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I woke up early yesterday after one of those really late nights to go to a day of prayer. At first, I was cursing under my breath because why the hell did I have to wake up so early, but it turned out for the better. I got to spend time alone with myself and reflect on my other blessings. Then I got to go to conession and hear mass. By the time I got to Butterfly for lunch, it was time for Sunday club and I felt like crap. I was so sleepy, groggy, head hurting, throwing up feeling. By the time we got home, I did throw up and went to bed at 9:30. Well, I feel much better, but I still need to heal myself for the coming Christmas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-1589139696776931162?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-12430830107546304282006-12-10T22:22:00.000+08:002006-12-10T22:42:00.032+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Let's see, my week has been characterzed by little sleep, fatigue and great company. It was really stressful and really unlucky but it took a turn with a good car ride, mass and breakfast the next day. Plus, there was also Sunday club which made it all better. We went to the Pinto Art Gallery in Antipolo, exploring in UP and dinner in Bherrouz in Tomas Morato. Now I need to sleep</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-1243083010754630428?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1165154825238224822006-12-03T21:55:00.000+08:002006-12-03T22:07:05.253+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There are times when you think you can take on everything in the world and you actually believe that you are invinsible, but there are times when you realize you're just not. Sometimes, you feel that the world is on your shoulders and it's driving you crazy, but you just have to keep going on. You thought you could do it all on your own, but you realize you couldn't, so you ask for help. But sometimes, help doesn't come. Or sometimes, no one can really help or understand. What do you do? You try to fix things yourself and realize that you could be super afterall. Then, you realize that you don't like being super anymore because you feel downright abused.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sometimes, you just wish everything could be perfect, but sometimes, you realize that imperfection is perfect. Why? Because it's familiar. Because it gives you a reason to keep improving. As human beings, we always want to transcend ourselves. So now what? Do I still want to be Supergirl? I guess after all this, I just want to be me, imperfect with moments of being super, but I think I'm perfect that way.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116515482523822482?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1164556270893445582006-11-26T23:33:00.000+08:002006-11-26T23:51:10.910+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Yes, the beautiful thing about life being a wheel is that what goes down eventually goes up. Last Saturday, Mike got my mood up by taking me all the way to Alabang to have crepe, coffee and ice cream float. It was nice because it was different.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The drive was something nice. We talked a lot and I spent half the time trying to make sure he doesn't fall asleep. Thank God for those annoying things they put in South Super to prevent people from falling asleep. Then we walked around before going to Cafe Breton. It was a good thing the air was cool. The best part of the evening though is something we usually do, which is to talk about nothing and everything at the same time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Thanks Mike for making me happy again! Actually, thanks for always making me happy! :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116455627089344558?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1164210642500492372006-11-22T23:35:00.000+08:002006-11-23T00:04:42.920+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It's funny how our mood can change in a matter of minutes. It's really true when people say that life is like a wheel, sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There are times when you wish you had/have things in life that you don't, but at the same time you're thankful of the things you do have. Still, there's this little part of you that really badly wishes you can have what you don't have because it will make you happier and affect those around you in a good way. Sometimes, you wish they could have something so they'll stop being sad and making you feel their sadness. I'm not making sense. Anyway, for those who know me quite well, I am very attuned to other people's feelings, so when people are sad, it makes me sad even if I'm a generally happy person.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">There are so many things I wanna do but I can't or I feel guilty about doing it because there are other more important things that need to be done. I sometimes feel like I'm much older than I should be. I can't really even enjoy my last year of college. I wanna go out, watch a movie, drink as much coffee and eat as much as I want. I wanna go on a road trip or do something different for a change, but unfortunately, there are more important things that need to be done and these things should probably be last on my list.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Okay, this is a sucky entry. All it does is allow me to vent and somehow feel a bit better, but not really.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116421064250049237?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1163929396521326422006-11-19T17:22:00.000+08:002006-11-20T01:01:39.203+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Have you heard the song When You Wish Upon A Star from Pinnochio? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">When You Wish Upon A Star</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Music by Leigh Harline / Lyrics by Ned Washington</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Performed by Jiminy Cricket (Cliff Edwards)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">When you wish upon a star</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Makes no difference who you are</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Anything your heart desires</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Will come to you</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">If your heart is in your dream</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">No request is too extreme</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">When you wish upon a star</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">As dreamers do</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Fate is kind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">She brings to those who love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The sweet fulfillment of</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Their secret longing<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Like a bolt out of the blue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Fate steps in and sees you through</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">When you wish upon a star</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Your dreams come true</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, this song pretty much described my weekend. Last Friday, Kuya Wap ad I had a study date i Starbucks but before that, I accompanied him to his school to get his readings. Then he treated me to FIC. Awww sweet. Then he had dinner in the house and we caught up on old times. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Yesterday naman, I woke up early to do some Christmas shopping and I got everyone done except for my immediate family, the BAKErs and Mike. That's good considering it's only November. Then, at night, Mike and I went to Tammy's party. Grabe Kuya Wap, you're so different outside family gatherings. There were few highlights to that evening, one being lstening to the different conversations. The second one was that Mike didn't smoke even though Kuya Wap was saying okay lang yan because number one says so. I really appreciated that. The third one was thanks to my heels that kept getting stuck on cracks on the floor. Even though it was quite annoying to the point that I had to watch every step I took, it was alright because Mike never let go of my hand. :"D </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Lastly, Mike and I saw a shooting star and we made a wish. I found it nice cause it was his first time to see one and there was one time when we saw fireflies and it was also his first time. I just found it significant because he saw them while he was with me. It's a simple wonder but full of promise. There are just some times when the world is a more beautiful place.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Today naman, I had my pig out lunch in Butterfly with Ate C, Mama Vick and Tita Nana. We had bagnet and talangka. Hay kababuyan!!! Ang SARAP!!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116392939652132642?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1163340979027725562006-11-12T20:58:00.000+08:002006-11-12T22:16:19.066+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I can't believe it. Tomorrow is my last first day of school. My schedule sucks but at the same time, I'm so happy that I have no class on Wednesdays and Fridays. On the bright side, I have 14 weeks to go (according to Anix), and that just means I have to toil a bit more then it'll all be over. Right now, I am enjoying my last day of sem break by magic singing with my sisters. Hahaha. So far, my highest score is a 98 in My Heart Will Go On. Naks, ang baduy! In fairness, my sisters said my voice is pulido so ok lang na baduy. Hahaha.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116334097902772556?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1163141319488393022006-11-10T14:38:00.000+08:002006-11-10T14:48:39.506+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I've been gone for a week because I went to Bangkok. What's new, well, not much except for the higher value of the baht. Shopping, traffic and food were still the same, but the trip was so much fun. Truth be told, I'm kinda lazy to post pictures so if you wanna hear about the Loi Krathong festival, just click on the link to the Sunday Club Chronicles and check my multiply account. If you're my friend, you'll most probably be a contact there too :D Hehehe. Tamad no. Well, that explains how I gained 6 pounds in the trip. Hay. Look nalang at the multiply pics. They'll pretty much tell the story.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116314131948839302?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1161921007520490882006-10-27T11:06:00.000+08:002006-10-27T11:50:07.543+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Look who has time to blog every day!!! ME!!! I'm loving sembreak. Last night, Mike and I went out after three weeks of not seeing each other. When he picked me up, I opened the gate and sabay na sabay, OH NO. We were wearing the same thing. As in green shirt and jeans. Hay.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Then since it was traffic going to Eastwood, we decided to have dinner in the Fort. We were getting down from the car and I asked Mike if I should bring my jacket. So he said, "Yeah it might be cold. I'll bring mine rin." Lo and behold, when we both got out, we both had black jackets. Ano ba yan?!? Then I said, "Oh no, what are your shoes?" When we walked to the front of the car, Oh no!!! Black shoes!!! Hay gaya-gaya talaga. hahaha. Sana we had a camera. It was such a fun night. We ate in Jack's and I had this pesto pasta with pine nuts. Yummy!!! Now I'm hungry.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116192100752049088?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1161849927686165422006-10-26T15:49:00.000+08:002006-10-26T16:05:28.676+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I've been bored and I'm still enjoying it. I've been playing Sims and I realized that I wouldn't want to be God. You have to watch them grow up, learn skills, build relationships, guide them on what to do and sometimes they don't even follow it. How frustrating is that. And time is so fast. Plus, you have to keep watch over them in case they burn themselves or get hurt. Imagine having to worry over the entire human race. Even I needed a break from watching 2 sims. Hmmm...what do now?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116184992768616542?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1161792780159106112006-10-25T23:45:00.000+08:002006-10-26T00:13:00.176+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Lakas ng loob mag-blog. Walang ginagawa eh. Well, so far I've been waking up at 10 which is great progress!!! I've managed to read half a book, finish an anime series, build 2 houses in Sims 2 and not eat so much. I'm definitely making progress! Oh, and take the kiddies trick or treat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Today, the kiddies were here in the house and Matteo is now kalbo. Awww, but he's still so guapo. When they got here, Macie ran to my room saying, "Look what happened baby brother!" Ah, then I saw. After dinner, Macie finished 4 puzzles in what, 10 minutes. Apparently, she has this big Snow White puzzle in the shape of a hexagon which she finished outside of the tray, and take not, baliktad. In other words, the gray side of the puzzle was the one facing her. My goodness, she's so advanced. She can name more than 5 letters (which is advanced for a nursery kid, and Macie's only a toddler). I was so shocked when she pointed to the octagon and said octagon, which was then followed by the identification of the hexagon and pentagon. My goodness!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">What else has happened this sembreak? Well, that's basically it. :D I love the fact that when I wake up in the morning, I ask myself, "What am I gonna do today?" Feels great :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116179278015910611?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1161308153337566712006-10-20T09:27:00.000+08:002006-10-20T09:35:53.350+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today isn't one of those days that something really extraordinary happened, except for Ate's birthday. The only thing that has happened since I got out of bed at 8 is that I've already gone to school, passed a paper, got a paper and gone home. Now, I'm just blogging and the time is 9:25 in my computer. What will I do today? I've been wanting to ask that question for a long time. Maybe I'll read, or clean my room? How bout draw? watch tv? play SIMS? OMG, I haven't done that since summer. I can play it on my new laptop :D YEEEEEEYYYYY I LOVE SEMBREAK!!!!!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116130815333756671?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1160387001199793532006-10-09T17:04:00.000+08:002006-10-09T17:43:22.003+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last typhoon, God blessed our family with a little black kitten with blue eyes. We called him Salem. He was the newest addition to our cat family. Sadly, we said goodbye to him today. He died because he got run over by someone. We thought he was okay after because Ate C ad I healed him and we had fun putting him to sleep and watching him sleep. He was so cute too. He had a basket and the whole ribbon thing. And it was nice that Patch & Dali were nice to him too. They took care of him, watched him sleep and gave him priority during meals. They're good boys those cats. Sadly, there was a wound we didn't see. It got infected. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I was just so sad when I got home cause they were looking at the basket that Salem slept in. I couldn't help but cry during History when Ate C texted me, and I cried even harder when I got to my room. He became such a part of the family in such a short time. Yes, even Ate Pebs who doesn't like animals is crying too. So sad. Even though it was only a short time, at least I hope it felt loved. Salem now rests under our boungainvilla. Goodbye Salem. Say hi to mommy when you get to Heaven.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116038700119979353?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1160061817547589822006-10-05T23:10:00.000+08:002006-10-05T23:23:37.580+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I can't help it. I must blog even though I'm mighty busy. I'm really happy because I now have a laptop. It's so great and convenient. I can work work work and no one can oust me from the computer because IT'S MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!!! WEEEEEEE!!! SO HAPPY!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Who do I have to thank for this wonderful gift? Thank you Tita Nana for donating to your favorite charity. Hahaha. Thank you for recognizing my efforts to work hard by missing family dinners. This will surely help me get the work done.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-116006181754758982?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1159715821328031592006-10-01T22:49:00.000+08:002006-10-01T23:17:01.346+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I can't believe I didn't blog once in September. So much happened. I missed my birthday and the 3 celebrations I had. There was also grad picture taking, lolo's professorial chair, Steph's debut and lots of school work. Ok, that's why I didn't get to blog.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">What else happened? We had the last day of SS here in my house. Buhuhu. One more sem to go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">September Events</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Pictures courtesy of Ate Caren and Ericka</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_068.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_068.jpg" width="203" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_023.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_023.0.jpg" width="241" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/21st.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/21st.jpg" width="235" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/DSC03050.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/DSC03050.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_013.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_013.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115971582132803159?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1156266364840460022006-08-23T00:51:00.000+08:002006-08-23T13:42:58.660+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Amidst all the stress, once in a while, it's nice to have your head up in the clouds. It's those few precious minutes of lying in bed before slipping off to dreamland. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just this afternoon, Anix sent me a quote, and it reminded me of something.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Don't find someone who could simply sing your music or someone who could paint colors on you. Rather, find someone who can't dance but who's willing to dance with you even without the music..." </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Well, I have found someone who can't sing :p and can't dance :p but gave me the nicest dance without the music.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/pollock4[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/pollock4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115626636484046002?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1155898824210665192006-08-18T18:49:00.000+08:002006-08-18T19:00:24.223+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hmmmm...I've been tired but good. Area's been really fun and so has thesis. Ironically, it really is fun even if we work long hours. I love my thesis group and I love my area :D Thank you!!! </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115589882421066519?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1155536871260014172006-08-14T14:26:00.000+08:002006-08-14T14:27:51.276+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I just miss blogging. Hehehe. I'm just waiting for Ericka then we're gonna have a study date in Starbucks. Hmmm...a lot has happened since the last entry. I took a stress test in Fully Booked yesterday and the meter just swung all the way right when I thought of my thesis. Hehehe. Oh well, that stress will end in a few months.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115553687126001417?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1154276281971885482006-07-31T00:15:00.000+08:002006-07-31T00:18:01.983+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hey girls, this entry is very timely. It's for what we've been through and what we will possibly go through. Keep your chin up because no matter what happens, we will always have each other. Don't forget that :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><div id="lyrics" style="WIDTH: 320px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: black; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #a9a9a9; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.elyrics.net/song/m/martina-mcBride-lyrics.html" target="_blank">Martina McBride Lyrics</a></div><embed style="FILTER: blur" name="MediaPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/" src="http://www.videocure.com/music-video-code/m/003f97b2361c8e75bfb9a06f9af43e66.asx" width="320" height="280" type="application/x-mplayer2" autostart="1" loop="false" displaysize="4" showtracker="1" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" enablecontextmenu="0"></embed> <div id="vidcure" style="WIDTH: 320px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c1d1f0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.videocure.com/music-videos/m/258d241b1c61bd749ce883139576a7b0.html" target="_blank">Martina McBride Music Video Codes</a></div><div id="vidcure1" style="WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13;"><a href="http://www.videocure.com" target="_blank">Music Video Codes</a> by VideoCure.com</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115427628197188548?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1153324067072248632006-07-19T23:12:00.000+08:002006-07-19T23:47:47.086+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"God doesn't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much." - Mother Theresa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There are some things that you can't really tell anyone, some things you keep to yourself all because you know they'll never understand. Try to be happy, but only you will really ever know the sadness you keep inside. How can you be there for everybody except yourself? <br /><br />Why on earth am I talking in circles? The point is, I'm sad and I hate it. I haven't really really smiled in a long time...the kind that means you're really happy. What I hate most about it is that I'm the only one who will understand me. Man, it sucks to squeeze your own hand. Oh, I'll know I'll get through it cause God wouldn't give it to me if He knew I couldn't handle it, but I really agree with Mother Theresa when she said, "I wish He didn't trust me so much."<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115332406707224863?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1153059817487520092006-07-16T21:56:00.000+08:002006-07-16T22:23:37.560+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last Saturday was a great day for two reasons:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. Congratulations to Mikey for winning third place in the 1st Fully Booked Graphic Novel/Prose Writing Contest. Neil Gaiman even said, "beautifully written!" He didn't even say that about the others. Too bad he wasn't a judge. I bet she would've won. I was so proud of her. People were going up to her and telling her that her story was so nice. She was interviewed on TV. She's so cute pa cause she's so humble. Even the volunteers who read the stories approached her and said that the moment they read her story, they knew she was a runaway winner. Awww my baby's growing up. Plus, she was the cutest winner. hehehe</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. I met Arnold Arre!!! Super funny pa cause we bought Ang Mundo ni Andong Agimat. Then the girl we bought it from told us he was there. He was in red and his wife is in pink. The funniest thing was, we saw a guy in red and a girl in pink. Hope approached them and asked, but at the same time, another guy in red and girl in pink were coming. Turns out he was Arnold Arre. Hehehe. We got a picture with him and he even autographed our copy. aaahhh!!! Galeng!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115305981748752009?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1152891904354764592006-07-14T22:58:00.000+08:002006-07-14T23:45:04.440+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ok, I'm really tired from school. I have no life :( I have no time for me. It's like all my days are eaten by work work work. My weekends are spent studying. I'm not enjoying college anymore. I get depressed to go to school because I know I'm gonna come home with another thing to do. I just want some alone time. Time for Bam. Sigh. Must go back to work.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115289190435476459?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1152630881246748662006-07-11T23:00:00.000+08:002006-07-11T23:14:41.333+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hey Everybody!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">As you all know, I am in my senior year. I am currently thinking of a creative pose for my grad pic. hahaha. Well, I decided to have a contest. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Mechanics: Think of the best/nicest/most suitable creative pic for me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Prize: A treat to a Starbucks beverage :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">So come on, what are you waiting for! hahaha</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115263088124674866?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1151588747926804212006-06-29T21:16:00.000+08:002006-06-29T21:45:48.000+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I need a breather! I'm on my second week of class and I feel like I just jumped in a pool, or rather the sea and sharks are coming = learn how to swim. I've already had 2 quizzes...ay 3 na pala. To top that, I have to read one chapter for Abnormal Psych (30 pages), two chapters for thesis (about 30-40 pages total), and two articles for Philo (so far, I only saw one article which is 200 pages). WAAAAA!!!! Buhuhu!!!! I can foresee my life...WHAT LIFE?!?!? Hay buhay!!! Well, all I have to do is make it to Feb. 28 without complications then I'll be fine. I'll have a future. <br /><br />Ok, I think I just needed to get that off my chest. Sob Sob. I just really want to enjoy what's left of my year as a student. Well, siguro naman I will, but grabe lang talaga my readings. Hahaha<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115158874792680421?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1150697394181768472006-06-19T13:37:00.000+08:002006-06-19T14:34:24.833+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A lot has happened over the past years I've been in college. Relationships were made, buildings were torn down and built, subjects were passed (some with flying colors, some barely), times were enjoyed and others cried over. It's somehow great to say that all the college hardships will be over in a few months, but it's also sad to say that you now have to go and make a living and really start your future. For what it's worth, college was a blast, and I hope this last year will be a blast too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Looking back...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">First Year</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/abpsych2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/abpsych2.jpg" width="235" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/trio.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/trio.jpg" width="236" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Second Year</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/267514399jgpYLK_ph.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/267514399jgpYLK_ph.jpg" width="195" border="0" /></a></span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/Bagay!.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/Bagay%21.jpg" width="210" border="0" /></a> <div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/we%20are%20special.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/we%20are%20special.jpg" width="235" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Third Year</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/DSCN1331.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/DSCN1331.jpg" width="273" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/me%20and%20aud.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/me%20and%20aud.jpg" width="213" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/Cute.0.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/Cute.0.jpg" width="212" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/DSC06101.0.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/DSC06101.0.jpg" width="207" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115069739418176847?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1150132271116356772006-06-13T00:17:00.000+08:002006-06-13T01:42:26.246+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last June 9, at 6:41 p.m., a new addition was born into the Carlos Family. His name, Matteo Benedicto, my nephew and godson. He's so cute and chinito...duh, you wouldn't expect any less from my family...any more eyes I mean. Hehehe. He weighs 6 pounds and 12 ounces and is just so cute. He sleeps during the day and is awake at night, and unlike Macie, he wants to eat every hour. I don't have much stories to tell except how we prepared for his homecoming with Achi Macie (tama ba spelling?) She's adjusting well. I think she'll be a good Ate, and of course, we'll love them both equally. Just to prove it to you, Ate C and I slept with Macie while Mama and Papa were in the hospital with Shoti.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">*pics taken by Ate C</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">except for the one of her and Macie</span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_004.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_004.0.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_016.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_016.0.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_082.0.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_082.0.jpg" width="246" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_089.0.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_089.0.jpg" width="194" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-115013227111635677?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1149783760311863982006-06-08T22:53:00.000+08:002006-06-09T15:12:21.120+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today was a bit magulo in the morning cause o</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">f reg, but everything became absolutely great in the afternoon. It was Macie's day out with Tita Bam an</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dTito Mike. We went to Color Me Mine, and Macie had so much fun hand/finger painting her plate.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_023.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_023.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_030.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">She chose all the colors and even mixed them up to make a very pretty design. Awww, my little artist<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/14160011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/14160011.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_043.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After Color Me Mine, we had merienda in Landes. Super cute ni Macie. She was amazingly eating my ice cream and the french fries I ordered for her. On a regular day she doesn't eat. Then, we played with a few of the games there like blocks and some puzzle.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_054.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After Landes, Macie went for a ride on those merry go rounds and kiddie rides in Power Station. And since there was a cultural show for all this Independence Day hype, Macie decided that it was worth her attention. It was a very fun afternoon for us. We were like kids again (well for Mike and Me, but then again, we still are kids). As for Macie, she was smiling so much even though kuya already picked her up to go home. Mukang mauulit!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114978376031186398?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1149743288350477482006-06-08T13:05:00.000+08:002006-06-08T13:08:08.360+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wow!!! After what seemed like the longest time, I finally have internet again. So much has happened between my last blog and today but I' too tired to make it kwento. Anyway, if you're my friend, you probably know them already. hehehe. I just had to post something.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114974328835047748?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1147277605970135442006-05-10T23:52:00.000+08:002006-05-11T00:13:26.076+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today, it rained for the first time in May. What do you do? Get a bit of rain yourself. Walk under it, feel it on your face then eat ice cream :D Watch the rain pass, the sky clear, the sun shine and set, and the moon rise. See a fire glow on a distant mountain, play 20 questions and just relax. Just breathe :D</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114727760597013544?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1147173944415254372006-05-09T19:22:00.000+08:002006-05-09T19:28:16.893+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">To Ate C, Ate, Kuya Wap, Macie, Mike, Ericka, Kia & Anix, with what's been happening, or depending on who you are, it's up to you to interpret why I'm putting this video here. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><div id="lyrics" style="width:320;text-align:center;background-color:black"><a href="http://www.elyrics.net/song/r/rent-lyrics.html" target="_blank" style="font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:a9a9a9;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;">Rent Lyrics</a></div><EMBED name="MediaPlayer" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="true" loop="true" style="filter:normal" displaysize="4" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/" ShowTracker="1" ShowControls="1" ShowStatusBar="0" width="320" height="280" EnableContextMenu="0" src="http://www.videocure.com/music-video-code/r/b3a070f51afd95a87d48532aa612e2a5.asx"></EMBED><div id="vidcure" style="width:320;text-align:center;background-color:C1D1F0"><a href="http://www.videocure.com/music-videos/r/b6f3b4b5b8b20e28fb9763001bb4b079.html" target="_blank" style="font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:000080;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;">Rent Music Video Codes</a></div><div id="vidcure1" style="width:320;text-align:center;"><font style="font-size:13px;font-family:Tahoma;"><a href="http://www.videocure.com" target="_blank">Music Video Codes</a> by VideoCure.com</font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114717394441525437?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1147171284714812702006-05-09T18:35:00.001+08:002006-05-09T18:42:06.833+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_057.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 211px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">What have I been up to aside from teaching? Well, how about painting a mural on Macie's play room window. It's actually the first time I tried painting on glass, but it turned out ok. The theme of the room was Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss. As in one wall is blue, another is yellow and one is red and white stripes. I'm sure it's starting to make sense. Anyway, I spent two days in their house, one with Ate C, finishing the painting. It was so much fun!<br /><br />There you go, Tita Bam in action. Hmmm...Maybe I can make this a sideline. Nah, I'll only do this for the people I love.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114717128471481270?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1146495422853078042006-05-01T21:48:00.000+08:002006-05-01T22:57:03.863+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanks to my practicum, I've been spending a whole lot more time with Macie. Just last Thursday and today, I was at her house painting a mural of the Cat in the Hat in Macie's playroom. She's so cute talaga. She really stalls so I don't leave the house, but the best part really is her new found expression courtesy of Kuya.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">One morning, Macie and I were playing in her room. She's walking with this book of hers then drops it. All of a sudden, she goes, "oh shit" loud and clear. I couldn't help but laugh, but of course, you can't show her you think it's funny so I ended up covering my face. Galeng ni Ate Char, "No Macie." That evening, she dropped something again, then she goes, "Oh..." Buti nalang hindi tinuloy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">On to weirder things, last night, I dreamt of mommy which should be a good thing. What made it weird was that she said that she was coming to get me (on St. Peter's orders). Then I told her, but only God or Jesus could do that. And she said she didn't know. So I said, "Mommy, I do want to go with you, but if this is what I think it is, then I don't want to go with you." Then she said, "I don't want to take you either because you're only starting to live now." I must have looked really puzzled so she said, "Now that you're teaching (she didn't used to want me to be a teacher) and there's Mike, life is just starting for you." So I asked her what we were gonna do now. Then she said she'd go back without me. So I said, "Won't they get mad at you?" But because she's my mom, she said, "Bahala sila. basta I'm not taking you." Then I woke up thanks to the blinking lights of my phone.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114649542285307804?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1145935135858226662006-04-25T10:37:00.000+08:002006-04-25T11:18:55.926+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_298.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 175px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The heat is amazing. The last time I blogged was ages ago tha</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">t so much has already happened in between. There was fun fun Baguio where I ate so much and gained back the weight I lost in Sagada. I had a total of 7 scoops of ice cream during our entire stay. Of course, there was junk food and coffee pa. From the beginning, fun na c</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ause Ate C drove all the way!!! Yes, I didn't get hilo! When we got there pa, the driveway was being p</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">aved. For all my friends who went up to Baguio during evsem, yes, the driv</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">eway</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> is fixed. What else? Well, we now have lots of flowers. Pretty pretty flowers, but if you were there when we got there, it was chaos. The tar they were </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">go</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 224px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">nn</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a use to fix the driveway overflowed a</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">nd there was a huge fire in our u</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">pper garden. As in, 2 firetrucks, ABS-CBN and guards of the president went to </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">check it out.</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The best part though of the trip was Macie. She's</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> so</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">cut</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e. It's so nice h</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ow</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> when you wake up in the morning, she's the first person you</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> see eating her breakfast and watching Barney or Maisy Mouse. Grabe, she was the apple of everybody's eye. She was always smiling and </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">calling everyone by their first names. Hahaha. Walang galang, pero sobrang cute. She's so naughty pa and so content with what she has. Her titas and parents were the competetive ones who wanted her to win all the prizes</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> during the Easter Egg Hunt. Well, you couldn't blame us, it was unfair. <br />Anyway, as much as I would love to make kwento and all that, Ate C, I hope you don't mind if I post all my favorite pictures of the trip</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> in my multiply.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114593513585822666?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1144253987833549832006-04-06T00:00:00.000+08:002006-04-06T00:19:47.990+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lately, I've been so tired and yet so fulfilled with what I've been doing...yup, teaching kids...ages 1.6-2.3 years old. Hahahah!!! It's been heaven and hell, but more of heaven. I've had to deal with much crying, meaning tears and snot on my shirt, and yes, even getting puked on by my very cute niece :D hahaha. I've learned how to carry one kid on one arm and another on my other, and I firmly believe that I am developing muscles. Hahaha. I have never sweat so much in an airconditioned room and right now, my body hurts. On the upside, I have never received so many hugs and smiles in one day. I seriously think the little boys like me. Hahaha. They stick to me like glue especially when they're crying. For some reason, they just stop when I carry them, then they don't wanna let go till it's time to go home.<br /><br />The obviously favorite student is Macie :D hehehe. You can't help favoritism. She's so cute. She's so well adjusted. She pats her crying classmates and smiles at everyone. She's the first to do whatever the teacher says (it's almost nerdy) and she's so active. I always hear very good Macie, and of course, I'm such a proud tita. It's funny though that teachers know her as the best dressed kid. Hahaha. Porma kasi. She's just too cute! Cute Cute Cute!!! When she prays, she closes her eyes. Hahaha. Even I couldn't help saying "awww" to my own niece.<br /><br />Well, I told you it's heaven and hell. It's hell cause after class, my co-teachers and I end up staring off into space after class and I end up sleeping in the afternoon, but it's heaven cause the kids hug you a lot :D Plus, it's really nice to hear parents say, "hindi yan gagalaw. Kailangan si teacher Bambie." WOW!!! That's a great feeling!!!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114425398783354983?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1143549832907182612006-03-28T19:55:00.000+08:002006-03-28T20:43:52.966+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">SAGADA is the Bomb!!! It was definitely worth the 12 hour drive complete with off roading for about 5 hours of it. The view was beautiful, but here are a few highlights of my trip:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. We climbed the mountain in Echo Valley. We sat for a while and admired the view. I saw the hanging coffins and I even made a sketch of the place. Then, I did my LIBERTY SCREAM!!! I screamed AAAAHHHHH!!!! so loud and high that the mountains screamed back. Hahaha.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. We had lunch in Yghurt House. I had Indian Chicken Curry and Steamed Rice (SARAP!!!) Then I had pa banana yoghurt. The place is so nice. Parang Starbucks na kainan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. We looked at the view of the rice terraces and I got to sketch again. We made latag banigs and had a picnic on a clff. We stayed there till I finished my drawing of the 8th world wonder (yup, it's better than banaue)...besides, the sun was setting and it's pitch black at night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. The food there is excellent. In the Rock Inn (where we stayed), we had the whole place to ourselves and got to eat so much whole wheat bread and cheese. Our backyard was rock formations. hahaha.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">5. The last but not the least, our bonfire in our backyard. We spent half the time trying to keep the fire alive. Then I decided to look at the stars. I really love how you can see them so clearly...even the smaller ones in between the constellations. Then, the best part...I saw a shooting star and made a wish :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_0156.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sketching in Echo Valley</span></p><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_0212.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sagada Rice Terraces</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">*Pics taken by Ate Caren.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">They do no justice to the real thing.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114354983290718261?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1143110248739536902006-03-23T18:17:00.000+08:002006-03-23T18:37:28.750+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">School's out and summer's in. I just finished my last exam for my third year life and tomorrow, I'm gonna be on top of the mountain, away from civilization and enjoying the moment with nature. Initially, I was thinking of making a bonfire and doing some tribal dance while burning my history notes, but I figured it's not very nature friendly. Although, I could be doing it in my head, but maybe using it as scratch paper is a fitting end to those history notes. It just goes to show what I got from that subject, SCRATCH!!! Ok, maybe not totally scratch, but close to it. It's just cause everything, or most of what was discussed, I already knew (the important ones anyway). Anyway, I'm FREE!!! YEEEEEYYYY!!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114311024873953690?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1142004905388036652006-03-10T21:50:00.000+08:002006-03-10T23:47:02.136+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">They're multiplying!!! Hahaha!!! Today was such a good day cause after doing all the errands, I slept siesta, shut my alarm and got woken up by Macie. Now isn't that just great. Right now, I'm blogging my last entry before I finally go into ultimate nerd mode. Oh, and I'm watching Spiderman 2 on HBO.<br /><br />Something to think about: Somewhere near the end, Spiderman told Mary Jane that he didn't want them to be together because he will always have enemies and he couldn't let her take that risk. Then Ate Caren said, "You Bam, would you take the risk?" Then I said, "Yes." There's no point in living your life long and half-lived. It's better to face the risk together. And that's exactly what Mary Jane did.<br /><br />Would you take the risk?<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114200490538803665?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1141734009935208962006-03-07T20:05:00.000+08:002006-03-07T20:20:09.990+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My week's been crazy, as Aud mentioned. I'm getting more things done, but there are still a lot more other things to finish, more tests to take and more orals to do. I've been getting home and plopping straight on the bean bag to doze for what was supposed to be ten minutes, which got turned to one hour. In short, I'm really tired and sleepy most of the time. Well, one more week to go and then finals na!!! It's time to pick up the pace and run for it!!!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_028.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114173400993520896?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1141370149426130622006-03-03T15:03:00.000+08:002006-03-03T15:15:49.440+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hello! This is aud, i'm blogging for bambs today. Sobra kasi siya sabog!!! Hindi pa siya natutulog dahil ginawa namin yung testing project namin last night. Spaced out siya today, a zombie. Hehe. Isa sa madami niyang bloopers today, writing history notes about the philippines during our philo class! Unintended yun ha! Hahahahaha, she was half asleep the whole time and she was surprised with what she wrote!!! Haha. And when she texted kia during class (tsktsk..) she sent her this weird message saying that BUD said that bla bla bla. But bambs does not have a friend named BUD! Turns out.. ako pala si BUD! Haha, Aud - > Bud. Hahahaha! May bago pa akong pangalan ngayon ;p And aside from that, she cried kanina! Haha, she was laughing becuase of something, pero hindi joke. She was telling ericka something then because she was laughing so hard, a tear fell fell down her cheek! Haha, to think sha lang yung natatawa dun sa kinukuwento niya.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">So bambs, wag ka na ulit hindi matutulog okay? Haha. Para sa amin.. hehehe. ;p</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114137014942613062?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1140978706094914382006-02-27T01:21:00.000+08:002006-02-27T02:31:49.676+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I've mentioned in my previous entries, the past few weeks have been terribly busy and hellish, but fortunately, life comes up with little surprises that make you smile and realize, that things aren't as bad as they seem. I've been definitely working my ass of this week, and I feel so bad that on Kuya Ronnie's last night in the Philippines, I ended up sleeping on the couch. I was just really tired.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Luckily, Mickey called for a time out and gave me today, Sunday. :D Because I was so tired last night, I woke up from a dreamless, uninterrupted (even by wiwi) sleep after sleeping through dinner. I had lunch in Butterfly then I heard the 4:30 mass in San Antonio. After that, Ate, Kuya Nicky, Ate C, Mike and I watched Final Destination 3. Oh my God, I can't believe I watched it. I had my eyes closed half the time while plugging my ears and back to back with Ate C. Hahaha.<br /><br />The best part though was that Mike had dinner with us at home. It made me really happy because I know it took a whole lot of guts to do that, to actually have dinner with my immediate family and not the great chan family.<br /><br />When he got to the house, we watched Shrek 2 first and it was the part when Fiona took Shrek to meet her family and there was a dinner. I was so nervouse that it would turn out that way, but I'm glad it didn't. :D Pop was smiley (phew), Ate was madaldal (as usual), KN kept smiling (de ja vu kasi) and Ate C was normal. As for Mike, he ate very little. I think the coffee and a piece of See's did him some good. It's very rare that a person leaves our house eating very little. Hopefully, he'll get the hang of it and someday learn to eat what I eat for dinner: veggie sandwich :) Yumm!!! This was a great time out. I'm happy. Hopefully, this day is the beginning of something wonderful. :D<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114097870609491438?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1140674951141624332006-02-23T13:56:00.000+08:002006-02-23T14:09:11.153+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Here I am again in the Rizal Foyer wasting away my day in school because my I/O teacher wouldn't give us a free cut (even though there is some faculty thing). Take note, my last class ended at 9 and my next class is at 5. It's a good thing thought that I've been putting my time to good use. From 9-12, I had a meeting with my Psych testing group. So if you want to help me, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>please check your email and have your parents or anyone you know who is married answer our survey.</strong> </span> That really means a lot to me. Right now, I just feel so stressed. Grabe ha, I thought I was starting to get happy na. Laging nauudlot. Oh well. I just really need to get all this work done. Maybe then I won't be so depressed. Oh, plus the fact that I think the cause of my death will be pop's driving, school's gotta end really soon. Bad trip, he won't let me drive pa. I asked him and his answer is always, "I'm scared. I have to be sure you're magaling na." Well, how does he expect me to be magaling when I can only drive on weekends under his supervision. So much for getting a non-pro. Lesson #1: trust your children because they know what they're capable of doing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, here I am now, again, with Aud. It's a good thing she's my classmate in all my subjects. We practically spent the entire day together except for lunch. I hope we're able to relax naman, even for a while befeore we start I/O class. Waaaahhh!!!! I wanna go home and SLEEP!!!. There's a dinner pa pala in Butterfly tonight. Oh well, the best thing about all this coming to pass is that it's going to be a Friday tomorrow. I love Fridays!!! Yipee!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114067495114162433?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1140353767627295692006-02-19T20:36:00.000+08:002006-02-19T20:56:09.983+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">THE WEATHER IS ABSOLUTELY HOT!!! Of all times not to be in Matteo, it had to be now. Grabe, I've been sweating a lot. Pretty soon, I'm gonna have to sleep with the aircon. Anyway, I've been better since my last entry. Things are starting to pick up, and good news, pop's results are ok.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/CCC_033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/CCC_033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't exactly know why I put this picture, but I just think it's cute. Maybe it's because I'm happier now. Sana tuloy-tuloy na to.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114035376762729569?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1140056156430033072006-02-16T10:03:00.000+08:002006-02-16T13:29:04.110+08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >According to the Chinese horoscope, February this year is supposed to be my lucky month. Unfortunately, I haven't felt very lucky. I've been stressed since the first day of Feb. I've had tons of tests, reports and papers in one day, and my results aren't that great may I add. Then, the week after kinda mellowed, but it was kinda bad too. Oh fine, it was bad. Then there's this week. This week was more of me feeling sick.I had no semblance of a weekend cause I hardly got any sleep, plus, I have a cold. In short, it's been a depressing week. Nothing seems to go right.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Now that all this stress is somewhat being alleviated, and my health seems to cooperate with me better, I am now bored in the RSF blogging this really weird entry. It's a good thing I'm with Aud and we went to Katipunan to interview some teacher in Little Gym (who wasn't there so we just left the questionnaire). I'm just now waiting for time to pass before the last Psych Testing class of the sem. Then I'm gonna go home and eat lunch. I wish History were our last class because it was terrible. there's no use to her making people report because she keeps butting in anyway. And it's a freaking five point thing, and she keeps asking all these questions which aren't even included. I just found it down right rude. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Anyway, here's another non-sense entry again by me. Pop's results better be good or else, I'm really gonna blow up for all this unluckiness.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-114005615643003307?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1139752273703947362006-02-12T21:44:00.000+08:002006-02-13T13:46:06.920+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ericka just sent me this song and it super hit me. How applicable. Well, life is a lesson. I guess that makes me a student of life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This song is called For Good and it was taken from the play Wicked.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ELPHABA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I'm limited:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Just look at me - I'm limited</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And just look at you -</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> So now it's up to you</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> (spoken) For both of us</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> (sung) Now it's up to you:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> GLINDA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I've heard it said </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> That people come into our lives for a reason</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Bringing something we must learn</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And we are led</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> To those who help us most to grow </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> If we let them</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And we help them in return</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Well, I don't know if I believe that's true</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> But I know I'm who I am today</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Because I knew you:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Like a comet pulled from orbit</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> As it passes a sun</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Like a stream that meets a boulder</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Halfway through the wood</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Who can say if I've been changed for the better?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> But because I knew you</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I have been changed for good</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ELPHABA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> It well may be</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> That we will never meet again</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> In this lifetime</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> So let me say before we part</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> So much of me</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Is made of what I learned from you</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> You'll be with me</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Like a handprint on my heart</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And now whatever way our stories end</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I know you have re-written mine</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> By being my friend:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Like a ship blown from its mooring</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> By a wind off the sea</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Like a seed dropped by a skybird</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> In a distant wood</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Who can say if I've been changed for the better?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> But because I knew you:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> GLINDA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Because I knew you:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> BOTHI have been changed for good</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ELPHABA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And just to clear the air</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I ask forgiveness</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> For the things I've done you blame me for</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> GLINDA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> But then, I guess we know</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> There's blame to share</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> BOTH</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And none of it seems to matter anymore</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> GLINDA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun<br />Like a stream that meets a boulder through the wood.<br />ELPHABA<br />Like a ship blown</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> off it's mooring </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">by a wind off the sea</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like a seed </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">half-way dropped by a </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">bird in the wood</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> BOTH</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Who can say if I've been changed for the better?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I do believe I have been changed for the better</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> GLINDA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> And because I knew you:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ELPHABA</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Because I knew you:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> BOTH</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Because I knew you:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I have been changed for good.</span></span> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113975227370394736?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1138954279096502402006-02-03T15:53:00.000+08:002006-02-03T16:11:19.130+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's been a long time since my last entry, and I blame it all on school. I've been hellweeking almost every week and finally, it ended yesterday. Last Wednesday was my last day of ALTP. I sold underwear for the Sta. Lucia Department Store, Ladies' Dept. Hehehe. My loving sisters bought underwear and swim suits from me, and frankly, I think they enjoyed the shopping experience. Then, when I got home, I sort of fell asleep on the couch where Macie started playing with me by putting the monkey stuffed toy beside me and laughing like crazy cause "Bam Bam" looked funny. God she's so cute. She can now recite the alphabet with corresponding words for every letter. Then, because I was up for another hell day, I slept at 2 am and woke up at 6 the next day,Thursday.<br /><br />Yesterday, my day began with a history report wherein our teacher left Aud and I 20 minutes to report. Amazingly, my class didn't fall asleep and the report went well. We were quite confident about our topic and we were able to answer all the questions they threw at us. When the class ended, we went straight to the library to study for our Social Psych and I/O long tests. Grabe!!! Daming readings.Anyway, we only broke for lunch then we continued to study till 3. I even fell asleep and Aud couldn't wake me up. Hehehe. I must have been really tired. The rest of my day was long test and long test again. Hahaha. THen I slept again at 2 am typing my pagmumini-muning papel for philo. What a week!!!<br /><br />Today, I much happier :D I don't have anything to worry about except for the stuff next week,which isn't as bad as this week. Mike picked me up and we talked. Then I had consultation for psych testing and philo, where we just played a game. Then after philo, Mike picked me up again and we had lunch in A'Veneto (according to Mike, this is how it's spelled). SARAP!!! We split a garlic, pepperoni and cheese pizza, 14 inches. My God we are so full!!! Then we had pa like 3 glasses of iced tea each. As of this moment, we are in San Francisco Coffee (cause there's wifi-I'm not a traitor to my love, Starbucks) and we're studying. Haha, studying daw. Well, I got tired of reading so I am now blogging. Mike is watching me cause I'm typing without looking at what I'm typing. He's testing me. Hahaha. Oh well, this is such a good break from everything that I've been doing this week. I needed this time to relac. I love Fridays. It's the best day of the week. I wish everyday were a Friday. :D<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113895427909650240?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1137509637795173932006-01-17T22:42:00.000+08:002006-01-17T22:53:57.856+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Real Life Fairytale</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Plumb</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You ran around inside my head</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">When you passed out,<br />I felt dead</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">And I realized you make me live</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />And when my world starts to cave in, you jump inside and take my hand</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />No matter where, you are there</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Will I ever see, what you could see in me? </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I do, I just believe that we will always be and dream, yeah</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Well, I will never be the sign that we must </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">see, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">That you and me were meant to be so just believe why we are together</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are my light, you are my star, you are my sunshine and my dark</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are the everything I dreamed about</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are the guy who stole my heart</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am the girl you're always smiling for</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We have a love people dream about</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />A real life fairytale</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I thought that I would be alone</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You caught my eye and I was home</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />And I realized that this was love</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I see the world through different eyes</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I loo</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">k at you by my side</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">No matter where, you're always there</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Will I ever see what you could see in me? I do, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I just believe that we will always be and dream,<br />yeah</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, I will never be the side that you will see,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">That you and me were meant to be so just believe why we are together</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are my light, you are my star</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are my sunshine and my dark</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are the everything I dreamed about</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are the guy who stole my heart</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am the girl you're always smiling for</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We have a love people dream about</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dream with me, make me believe that this is a real life fair</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ytale!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You are my light, you are my star</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are my sunshine, and my dark</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are the everything I dreamed about!</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You are the guy who stole my heart</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am the girl you're always smiling for</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We have a love people dream about</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />A real life fairytale</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />A real life fairtytale</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />A real life fairytale<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/AGS%20002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/AGS%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113750963779517393?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1137148965012668082006-01-13T18:31:00.000+08:002006-01-14T01:00:21.280+08:00<p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/macie&me.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/macie%26me.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><br /></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/1600/macie&me.jpg"></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This song has been going on in my head for the past how many days. I think it's the fault of that commitment paper for psych testing. Well, at any rate, it's a nice song.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I just wanted to blog cause it's a Friday and I love Fridays :D See how happy Macie and I are. We have a little secret, that's why. Hehehehe</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113714896501266808?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1137082948038715742006-01-12T23:27:00.000+08:002006-01-13T00:22:28.133+08:00Ground rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "Five Weird Habits of Yourself" and the people who get tagged need to then write an entry about their five quirky little habits as well as state the rules of this game clearly. In the end, you need to list the next five people who you want to tag.<br /><br />1. I can't sleep without my baby pillow.<br /><br />2. I also have to fix the logo of the sleeve and cup to be aligned and facing me when I drink Starbucks hot drinks.<br /><br />3. I have the urge to pee everytime I'm about to go somewhere.<br /><br />4. I save Starbucks receipts for writing lyrics of mass songs right before mass.<br /><br />5. When I write on my journal, I use the pen color that is the same color I wore that day unless it's a really happy day wherein I use my favorite shade of green.<br /><br />Tagging: Ericka, Anix, Grace, Hope &amp; Willow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113708294803871574?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1137078954568589802006-01-12T23:14:00.000+08:002006-01-12T23:15:54.580+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">bambie, your true color is Green!<br /></span><a onclick="topen('C','F',true);return false;" href=""></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113707895456858980?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1136800194614528852006-01-09T17:48:00.000+08:002006-01-09T17:49:54.636+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I just have to say, I LOVE DSL!!! It is absolutely the best thing that happened to internet technology!!! Thank GOD!!! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113680019461452885?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1136271668976957532006-01-03T14:57:00.000+08:002006-01-03T15:01:08.986+08:00It's a new year and it's time to have an optimistic outlook on life. Well, last night, I had so much fun with our impromptu coffee outing with Ericka and Kia. We caught up on lots of kwento that we missed during the holidays and we ended with a thought from Kia.<br /><br />"There are 6 billion people in the world and only one of them is meant for you. What are the odds?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113627166897695753?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1135596378346744522005-12-26T18:51:00.000+08:002005-12-26T19:26:18.376+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Christmas this year was different for lots of reasons, but it was still a good one. Although it also seemed to have passed me by, the entirety of it was new and such a wonder. Every year, I always expect so much of the season and I begin by getting disappointed, but every year, something new always happens. Then I begin to think, there was nothing to worry about. Thank you to everyone for making this year different from the last. I hope I made it a little bit different for you too. :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113559637834674452?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1135004864745845772005-12-19T22:25:00.000+08:002005-12-19T23:07:44.843+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, it's nice to know and confirm that when things get bad, there are always things that can make you feel better. For instance, although I should've just cut my only class today, it was worth it going to school cause Mike and I had coffee and had a good time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">In the afternoon, I was able to read for Social Psych and finish the powerpoint for I/O Psych. Then, I was looking through my clothes and I found a shirt I haven't worn in two years. I used to look so fat in it, but now it looks better. Then, I found a dress I haven't worn since grade 7 cause it didn't fit me anymore, but now it does again. Yey!!! Now I have a dress for Christmas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113500486474584577?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1134915316494076512005-12-18T21:42:00.000+08:002005-12-18T22:15:16.550+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Some people just have a knack for making you feel bad. It's amazing how they do it so well without noticing. Maybe I just think too much or feel too much which is why things affect me easily. Sometimes, it makes me realize why I like being in school. So much for Christmas spirit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">You know how it is when you don't bother people with your problems cause you know they're doing a lot. You're just being considerate enough. But no, when they find out you do have one, they get mad at you because you've "given" them another problem. Well, who said I wanted to give it in the first place. Then, you have someone here who doesn't have a mind of their own, who was actually fine when you were fixing it yourself then gets all fired up because the person who got mad at you has a point. Then they get mad at you too as if they thought of it all along. What's even worse, you can't tell them that you think or feel this way cause that just means you're being a disrespectful, thoughtless spoiled baby brat. Screw birth order!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">What a negative entry, but really, negative is what I feel now, and it's what I've been feeling these past few days with a little break in the middle (thank God for that), but yeah. I just wanna pick up something and throw it or shout at someone, but of course, that would be unfair. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, since I've finished ranting, I'm much better now. I hope to write a more positive entry asap.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113491531649407651?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1134758968097851752005-12-17T02:34:00.000+08:002005-12-17T02:49:28.196+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We had carolling today and we went to the house. It was so fun. Hehehe. Macie really enjoyed, and I was so happy that she was interacting with my friends. My family really enjoyed the carolling, but I think the one who enjoyed it most was Macie. She danced a bit and started drumming Ate Char's lap during Jingle Bell Rock cause that's what we taught her. She was so cute. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">After my house, we were convoying to Reese's house, but we ended up getting separated. So, Mak, Dex, Ericka, Niq and I wound up singing in Pasay as a quartet plus Mak. Hahaha. Sobrang funny. We were practicing pa in the car and guess what, we were not bad at all. They liked us and considering we were 1/4 the choir, we were good.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Then, we all met up in CW with Mrs. Tan and the SPEED alumni. They seemed to really enjoy All you need is love, but I still can't get over singing as a quartet. Hahaha. On the way home, Dex almost fell asleep while driving, and actually fell asleep when he dropped Ericka and me at my house. Thanks Dex for bringing me home. To my carmates, thanks, I had so much fun. :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113475896809785175?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1134660871737157402005-12-15T23:13:00.000+08:002005-12-15T23:40:26.046+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>"It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart. Without saying a word, you can light up the dark. Try as I may, I can never explain what's been said between your heart and mine. The smile on your face let's me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall. You say it best when you say nothing at all..." </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, I've been having a pretty bad and depressing week. I thought it was only me, but it seems that my friends have been having a pretty hellish week too. The nice thing though about life is that things pass, and because there are other people who are there for you, like your friends (even if you're all pissed) are always there for you. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Today is Thursday, the most stressful day of my week because I'm in school from 7:30 am to 7:30 pm turned out much better. After I/O class, I smiled, a different kind of smile which i haven't felt for some time. It's the type that makes your cheeks hurt in a nice way. It's funny how some people can make you smile without having to say anything at all. Hahaha. Well, like the song says, it's amazing. Actually, it says it all. Now the best thing about Thursdays is, it's a day closer to Friday, and I love Fridays. Need I say more :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113466087173715740?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1134487738251138742005-12-13T23:13:00.000+08:002005-12-13T23:29:02.086+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Who heals a healer? Willow said, another healer. Well, there should be more healers in the world. Perhaps it's not the most wonderful time of the year. It's probably all that publicity. No, I know in my heart that's not true, because nothing can be more wonderful than the birth of our Lord. Unfortunately, that's not how a lot of people see Christmas. Well, hope is the greatest gift I'll probably receive this year...hope that things will be better. I know they will be.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113448773825113874?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1134397987813400792005-12-12T22:19:00.000+08:002005-12-12T22:33:07.876+08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Christmas is here bringing good cheer to young and old!!! Christmas is my favorite season of the year. Everyone's just extra nice. Well, even though there's still much work to be done, there are also things to look forward to:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">1. Simbang gabi in Ateneo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Misa de Gallo & breakfast with VOSA</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">3. Singing for the Christmas Mass</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">4. Singing for the New Year's Mass</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">5. Sleepover with Mikey &amp; Mars (dapat matuloy)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">6. Play with Macie for the rest of the break</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">7. EAT EAT EAT!!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">8. Caffe Mocha</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">9. SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP!!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">10. Cold Air</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">PS: I would like to thank Ate Caren for the new blog template. Thank you.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113439798781340079?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1133191351774444032005-11-28T23:19:00.000+08:002005-11-28T23:22:31.786+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I got my Starbucks planner today!!! Yey!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113319135177444403?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1133114090998162732005-11-28T00:34:00.000+08:002005-11-28T01:54:51.063+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today, the Sunday club went to Enchanted Kingdom. Bad trip lang cause it rained but at least it was fun towards the end of the day. My favorite was the ferris wheel. It was actually my first time, but I really enjoyed it. I loved the lights and the sights. And to add to that, I loved the cold air. I love those things, high places where you can see the view and feel the wind. Anyway, I must go to bed now. It's late and I'm tired.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113311409099816273?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1132419319769155492005-11-20T00:21:00.000+08:002005-11-20T00:55:26.273+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last Tuesday, Ate Caren pulled me out of my bed and pajamas to go to Shangri-La to see Mig Ayesa. And because he's Billy's cousin, we got to have a picture with him. (refer to Ate Caren's blog for the pictures-tamad noh) He sang Oooh Baby I Love Your Way. I never heard that song sound so nice. And for those of you who messaged me about that status, the reason was it was an LSS and not for the reason you guys thought. Hahaha.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, since I haven't blogged in ages, I'm glad to be home from dry and sunny Bangkok. I missed Manila and the people in Manila. Well, I'm pretty glad to be back narin in school. I missed my friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Today, I went out with VOSA to celebrate our 21st Anniversary. We sang for the 4:30 mass cause we were requested for by the sponsors of that mass. Well, I missed the 6:00 p.m. crowd, but since it was a youth mass, I hope some people there have learned not to take us for granted and finally appreciate us. (VOSA, you know what I'm talking about) Then, we went to Rockwell and had a grand time. Along the way, we discovered a few interesting things like feeling all giddy for no reason. Today was fun. Thank you VOSA.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Note: Willow, Hope, I'm practicing how to give. By the way,Hope, when you left, I was able to give Willow a little bit, but really fast, and I felt it too. I'll be practicing on the two of you so please text me if you feel it. :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113241931976915549?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1130606766144915532005-10-30T01:23:00.000+08:002005-10-30T01:26:06.156+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I noticed that everytime before I go to Bangkok, I post something like this. This was taken from Ericka's blog so answer it :D Copy, paste and answe it in the comments part. Then put it in your blog so I can answer it too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. Who are you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Are we friends? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. When and how did we meet? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. How well do you know me? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">5. Did you ever have a crush on me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">6. Would you kiss me for free? How about for P5000?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">7. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">8. Describe me in one word.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">9. What was your first impression of me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">10. Do you still think that way about me now?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">11. What reminds you of me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">12. What song makes you think of me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">13. Would you take a bullet for me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">14. If you could give me anything what would it be?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">15. What's your most vivid memory of me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">16. When's the last time you saw me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">17. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">18. What's your favorite movie? Would you recommend it to me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">19. What makes you want to fill this thing out?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">20. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113060676614491553?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1130311025542713672005-10-26T15:03:00.000+08:002005-10-26T15:28:59.553+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I was checking out blogs till I saw a quiz in Kuya Wap's blog that said, "Which Poem Are You?" Being a poetry enthusiast myself, or any type of literature for that matter, I decided to take the quiz. As a result, I found out that like my dear cousin and sister, I am Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda. This guy is a genius. He has an audio version of Tonight I Can Write read by Andy Garcia. It's just really nice. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, block away all negative feelings and admire or simply feel what you are about to read. After all, poetry is best words in best order.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I do not love you as if you were a rose made of salt or topaz</div><div align="center">or an arrow of carnations spreading fire:</div><div align="center">I love you the way certain dark things are loved,</div><div align="center">secretly, between the shadow and the soul.</div><div align="center"><br />I love you like the plant that never blooms,</div><div align="center">but conceals within itself the light of those flowers;</div><div align="center">and, thanks to your love, the darkness of my body</div><div align="center">houses the suffocating aroma that arose from the earth.</div><div align="center"><br />I love you without knowing how, when, or where from;</div><div align="center">I love you straightforwardly, with neither problems nor pride:</div><div align="center">I love you thus, not knowing how to love you otherwise</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">than this way whereby neither ‘you’ nor ‘I’ exist…</div><div align="center">so close that your hand on my chest is mine,</div><div align="center">so close that your eyes grow heavy when I tire.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-113031102554271367?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1129642294418445282005-10-18T21:17:00.000+08:002005-10-18T21:31:34.463+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have done something which everyone thought was impossible, but is most definitely possible :D A few minutes ago, Mike and I made a deal. He promised that on Sept. 5, 2006, he will quit smoking :D Yey!!! Remember Mike, I'll hold you to that. On my birthday, you'll be smoke free :D YEY!!! Kuya Wap, you narin :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112964229441844528?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1129483782250062302005-10-17T01:22:00.000+08:002005-10-17T01:29:42.256+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sembreak began last Friday and I started feeling it only a few minutes ago. Well, for starters, after 2 years, I went to Old Girls' Day in Assumption. I was in my highschool uniform and I have to admit, I miss the whole of highschool, even wearing the uniform.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The best part though was I was checking my email and my Philo teacher mailed our grades for our finals. I was so nervous cause my damn internet was taking so long to load the list. I had butterflies in my stomach and then I saw it. Right beside my ID number was the grade 4!!! Ask Ate C, I started crying out of sheer happiness. We all know that Tagalog and I don't mix, and there it was, my A for Tagalog Philo. I can feel a wonderful sembreak coming up. :D </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112948378225006230?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1128523500661703462005-10-05T22:36:00.000+08:002005-10-05T22:45:03.636+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I'm already at peace. Sem break is near na and I'm so excited. First thing I'm gonna do is hang the moon so I can sleep all day. Hmmm...that's two songs in one sentence. Hehehe. I'm rambling again. I'm just so excited for sembreak, I'm almost on vacation mode.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, another reason I'm quite excited for sembreak is that I have good memories of sembreak last year. It was actually my most special one. Maybe this year will be just the same, or who knows, maybe even better. Hmmm...I just realized that my license will be one year old on October 21.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">At any rate, I just felt like typing my random thoughts while listening to this pretty song, She Hung the Moon. Have a great sembreak everybody!!! We all deserve it after all the sleepless nights. :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112852350066170346?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1128238923730254972005-10-02T15:17:00.000+08:002005-10-02T15:49:25.326+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There's a saying that goes, "the people you love the most are the ones who can hurt you the most." I realized that it is true. It's sad, but true</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last Friday, I really had fun in area, and yesterday, I had fun too although some of the kids were quite violent. I got a slap in the face from a kid named Darwin, but somehow, I wasn't prepared for the non-physical one I got that afternoon.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There are things that shouldn't be questioned. Things that shouldn't even cross a person's mind, but sadly, they do, and I was hurt. I still am. And after telling me all those hurtful things, twisting my words in front of me and deliberately misinterpreting everything i said, hugging me and telling me it's ok isn't gonna cut it for me. I forgive, but I never forget. I wish you had thought before talking because now, things will never be the same.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">When I'm in school, all I want to do is go home and forget all the stupid petty problems that come with it, but when I'm home, all I want to do is go back to school and forget all that excess baggage that I have on top of school. Sometimes, my only solitude is with my books and my work. Maybe that's why I'm such a nerd. It makes me feel alive knowing that I can go beyond what I have and all the crap people have been giving me. I guess right now, I'm just shocked and angry at the same time, that such a hurtful thing could be said to me by someone I love. The fact that it was even thought of hurts me more because it only means that you are not secure in my love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112823892373025497?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1127496691409922982005-09-24T01:14:00.000+08:002005-09-24T01:31:31.466+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I was just watching an episode of Sex and the City and they mentioned something very striking about friendship. They said that friendship was like an unspoken wedding vow. When you have your true friends, you're there for each other for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112749669140992298?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1126978727093774382005-09-18T01:29:00.000+08:002005-09-18T01:38:47.093+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today, the most unusual and most beautiful thing happened to me today. I came from mass and the driveway was dark. Near the kitchen door, I caught sight of a blinking light. It was a firefly, on firefly street. Mer and I turned the lights off in the kitchen and in came the firefly, flying, flying, flying around. I reached out my hand and the smallest most beautiful creature landed on my finger, glowing, glowing, glowing. A few seconds later, it flew away into the endless sky, now among the stars. How wonderful...to find beauty in the smallest thing. How wonderful indeed. :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112697872709377438?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1126423157840665922005-09-11T14:59:00.000+08:002005-09-18T01:27:50.510+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I haven't blogged in quite a while, but here's to September. It started out as another hell week, but thanks to my wonderful friends, my birthday turned out to be such a blast and a rather extended one. It started out with the Speed Amazing Race. After being drenched, Ate Caren, Mikey and Mars picked me up. I was so happy cause I thought Mars was going to Vietnam. It turns out she didn't go cause she didn't want to miss my birthday. Aww!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, when we got home, the three of them ran upstairs. When I entered my room, there they were with 2 cans of Snow Spray. </span><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/sleepover1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">This is me covering myself with a towel as I get hit by all that snow.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Then, of course, we had a sleepover then the next day, I had my early birthday with them. We had lunch in Jack's at the Fort. Super yummy. We had creamy pesto pasta and chicken a la kiev. Then, we had Starbucks of course. And to top off the mini celebration, we played mini golf in the Fort as well. Thanks guys!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/lunch6.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/minigolf3.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I thought it ended there, but no. On my birthday proper, Mike and I had coffee in the morning. It was so fun, excpet that I started feeling bad. I was throwing up so they made me cut class. Mike and I ended up playing the dot game. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Then at around lunch time, Ericka, Anix and Kia decided to surprise me. They blindfolded me from Matteo all the way to Chocolate Kiss in UP. It was such a great surprise. I was so touched. I didn't expect a thing what with all our busy schedules. Thanks guys. I had such a great birthday.</span><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4146/518/320/chocolatekiss3.jpg" border="0" /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112642315784066592?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1125500912583897032005-08-31T22:45:00.000+08:002005-08-31T23:18:30.370+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Last week or was it last last week, Ate Caren won Lomo home of the day. So, she got her new colar splash flash. She decided to experiment with it and came up with a very cool shot of me and...me again. hehehe. By the way, this picture was not edited whatsoever in photoshop. This is how it really looks from the negative to the developing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Bambie and Bambie?!? </span><a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/bamandbam.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/bamandbam.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112550091258389703?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1124706290456029082005-08-22T18:02:00.000+08:002005-08-22T18:29:45.196+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You know how it is when you're barefoot, you can step on the sand and It'll naturally exfoliate your feet? It starts of nice, then it hurts, but then your feet come out all nice and smooth. It's kind of like school. It starts out nice, then it starts to hurt, but you come out smarter than you were before.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">You know how it is when you're barefoot, you can sometimes step on some things that can give you splinters? They hurt at first, a whole lot, then you have to strain your eyes to remove it, but when they're pulled out, you just feel so much better. It's kind of like doing so much for school-projects, tests and homework. You're so full of it, you think you can't take it anymore, but still you continue to strain your eyes in front of the computer, reading, and not sleeping, but when you're done, you just feel so much better than before. You feel like "nabunutan ka ng tinik." </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">You know how it is when you're barefoot, your feet are more sensitive and vulnerable to people stepping on them? They hurt a lot, but thank God for shoes, they protect your feet. It's kind of like being with some people. You try to show them a little part of you (that's why it's bare), but they step on you. Or they pretend to be those pretty shoes that make your feet hurt inside. Again, thank God for the people who will always love you, even when you're vulnerable and barefoot: God, your family and your TRUE friends. Most of the time, they are your trusty old shoes that make your feet comfy inside.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">You know how it is when you're barefoot, it just means you're at home or relaxed? Well, that's just how life should be: at home and relaxed, but smarter, more accomplished and all good inside. :D</span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com" target="_blank"><img height="235" alt="Yahoo! Avatars" src="http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=bambiecarlos&size=large&amp;type=jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112470629045602908?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1124472529300226272005-08-20T01:14:00.000+08:002005-08-20T01:28:49.310+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today was another busy day. Although I didn't have class yesterday and today, I was pretty busy with all the school work that had to be done. I'm proud to say that I have finished my Physiology project and the outline for our Theology presentation. Anyway, yesterday, I was sitting my butt in front of the computer for 13 hours, breaking for meals and bathroom rituals. Today, I was sitting in front of the computer for 6 hours when Ericka texted me to stop studying/working and just have some fun.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Ericka, Kia and Anix picked me up and we went to Podium. Dinner was in NYPD, which was followed by Starbucks. Thanks to that 7 day diet which seems to be working, i had no pizza and (sob sob) a short DECAF LATTE with EQUAL :(( Well, so far, it's worth it naman.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, we had really fun conversations then we went to the AIESEC party in Racks for abolishing poverty. We stayed for a while, enough to catch Soapdish. Their songs are nice. We went home early, smelled like smoke, but very happy. Thanks guys. I needed this.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112447252930022627?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1124193570111946312005-08-16T19:53:00.000+08:002005-08-16T19:59:30.120+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have a thousand and one things to do. Hahaha. Well, lucky for me, I'm getting another four day weekend to narrow them down to a hundred. Sometimes, I feel bad that I'm not performing as good as I should be or want to. Maybe I just need to sleep. Yeah, sleep will be good. Maybe come sembreak, I'll have more time to blog.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112419357011194631?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1122476127491639662005-07-27T22:35:00.000+08:002005-07-27T22:55:27.520+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today, something really cool happened. It's something that's not usually experienced by people. Anyway, in short, ASTIG!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Niq, Alden & I were in Matteo going doing our own things then I looked out the huge window and lo and behold, it was raining in Katipunan, but not in Matteo. It was so cool. You could see the rain in the distance, and it gradually went over the soccer field, then Matteo. Amazing!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112247612749163966?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1122388990994982372005-07-26T21:01:00.000+08:002005-07-26T22:43:11.046+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It's funny that while I was taking a bath, I started singing "My Heart Will Go On" because the titas keep making me sing it when we do Magic Sing. When I finished the song, a song totally off entered my head, "Because I Love, I Serve." Where it came from, beats me, but I started reflecting on the lyrics and I realized how beautiful they are.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I have seen there is joy around me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I've felt pain, that has let me be me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">And I know, that when love surrounds me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I can face the whole world.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">When the day is so heavy and grey</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I let love kiss the sorrows away,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">And I think of what people say</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">So much LOVE must be GIVEN AWAY</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I've been loved and I've loved in return</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">And it's this that I want you to learn</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">To respond to that call and say </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Because I love I serve...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112238899099498237?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1122223010997870582005-07-25T00:30:00.000+08:002005-07-25T00:36:51.006+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I know I haven't blogged for a really long time and I'm glad I finally got the chance today. It's just cause I'll be having a four day weekend. I miss blogging. I've been so busy with school that I barely have time for myself. At any rate, I discovered that you could put your avatar in your blog so, this one's mine. I tried to make it look as much like me, but unfortunaely, I'm not that thin. Hehehe. <span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, back to work once more.</span></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com" target="_blank"><img height="235" alt="Yahoo! Avatars" src="http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=bambiecarlos&size=large&amp;type=jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112222301099787058?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1121443928719345402005-07-15T23:29:00.000+08:002005-07-16T00:20:04.453+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I haven't blogged in a long time. I miss it. I've just been so busy with school that now is my first chance in a long time. This picture is the pic of my flute, Ibie. The flute that I saved up for since I was in grade 3, which I bought with my own money at grade 7 in Union Musicale, Madrid, Spain. Yup, it was painful on the pocket, but heck, it was worth it. It's pure sterling silver, open hole and aligned. I've been playing it for 7 years and I still love it. It's sad though that I've frozen my Saturday lessons, but it's for a good cause. I'll just have to find a way to fit it in my busy schedule.</span><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My Flute</span> <a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/ibie.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/ibie.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112144392871934540?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1120572822367133402005-07-05T21:58:00.000+08:002005-07-05T22:13:42.406+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today was such a dark and rainy day. To top that, it was really cold, which I didn't mind of course. In fact, I liked the weather except for the wetness. Anyway, my day shouldn't have been so great considering my quizzes, but nothing could've ruined my day because God said, "Let there be light," and there was light." Indeed Bambie saw how good it is. Then God said, "Let there be signal," and there was signal. Again, Bambie saw how good it is, and she is very happy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Yup, my makeshift story of creation is depictive of my new life with my new phone. It's so wonderful to have lights and signal. Aaahhhh. It's good...really good.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112057282236713340?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1120318170419853062005-07-02T23:29:00.000+08:002005-07-02T23:29:30.473+08:00My Adorable Niece in a Chiong Sam&nbsp;<a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><br /><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/chinese.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/chinese.jpg'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-112031817041985306?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1119970837450094802005-06-28T22:32:00.000+08:002005-06-28T23:00:37.493+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I haven't blogged in ages for the reason that I haven't gotten much free time. Anyway, last night, I watched this Japanese movie called Azumi. It's a sad story about a girl who was found by a samurai and trained on an isolated mountain with 9 other kids to become top assassins.. Throughout the movie, she discovers that having the perfect technique and being strong means nothing if you can't protect the weak and you have to follow the orders of your superiors. In the end, Azumi was able to think for herself and use her sword to protect the good. It's a good thought for all of us especially in this time of crisis with GMA and all. When we are in a position of power, we must always use it to help/protect those who put us there. "With great power comes great responsibility" - Spiderman</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111997083745009480?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1119428321941823672005-06-22T15:09:00.000+08:002005-06-22T16:18:42.010+08:00<p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I began my day with a wonderful discussion in Theo about how man is unique because we are worthy of love. Our God died to save us and even became human to dignify humans. We are too precious and loved by him that he did all this for us. To top that, my Philo class talked about how humans have the infinite capacity to love. It is further deepened as you go through it, and you know that there is more to discover as you go along. You have to experience it for yourself or you'll never know what it's really like. "To love is better", St. Ignatius said. This is what the Jesuits pride themselves with: Being men and women for others. This is the goal of the Ateneo education, and I would have to say that a lot of Ateneans have given a lot of themselves to being men and women for others, but sadly, not all do.<br /><br />During my 2 hour break, Anix, a very good friend of mine entered our org room covering her knees with her bag. When she uncovered them, my friends and I freaked out to see two bloody knees. When she came closer, she had a torn shirt, scratched arms, peeled knuckles and hands and a deep cut on her chin. It turns out, she was on her way back from (take note) the Church of the Gesu to get the phone she left in the RSF (Rizal Study Foyer). On her way down the ramp, she tripped on a small hole and fell, incurring those wounds. *******!!! No one even helped!!! No one even bothered to say "Are you ok?" In fact, a group of guys laughed pa. ******* talaga!!! If I were there, I would've bumped their heads together. So much for being men and women for others, you can’t help even when it’s right in front of you. If I had seen someone, even a total stranger and that happened, I would. Sure, not everyone’s like that, but no offense, everyone should be.<br /><br />When I was in High School, I was escorting a speaker to the AVR and the pile of papers I was carrying fell. Guess what, a bunch of other students I didn’t even know helped me pick them up, and to my surprise, the speaker did to. You know what he said, “Wow! I’m so amazed a bunch of students just came and helped. In college, that never happens.” Well, I didn’t believe it then, but I’m beginning to now. Maybe I’m angry about how people refuse to help maybe out of discomfort or whatever reason they might have, but it ticks me. But ultimately, I think I’m disappointed that after all this, they’ve learned nothing.<br /><br />“Nothing less than faith, heart and creed” –HS Batch 2003<br />“Women of Faith, Women of Action” – Blessed Mother Marie Eugenie<br /> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111942832194182367?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1119193039230869432005-06-19T22:31:00.000+08:002005-06-19T22:57:19.250+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sumer days have indeed drifted away. It was just my first week of school last week and I'm already beginning to feel the stress. There are so many readings for all my subjects and not to mention, all the other requirements. To top that, I have a sucky schedule that begins my day at 7:30 a.m. everyday. For some reason, I'm beginning to get the Sunday feeling (the feeling of dread before the upcoming school/work day). Nevermind, I had a blast yesterday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Yesterday was the Fete de la Musique in El Pueble/Podium. I had so much fun with Ate C, Crissy, Anna, Kuya Wap, Mike, Jem, Trey, Erix and John who followed after his performance with Tropical Depression. Grabe, sobrang daming tao. To top that, it was so hot and tight and there was even a fight. Hey, that rhymed. I kinda got scared, especially since I felt that we were responsible for Anna. All in all, it was a great experience. Definitely mauulit.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111919303923086943?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1118393379327958832005-06-10T16:43:00.000+08:002005-06-10T17:39:59.836+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You know how some songs tend to hit the spot and make you reflect on things? Well, here's a wonderful song called Thousand Miles by Caedmon's Call, a Christian band with great songs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have stolen, Lord, let me give</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have left Your house a fugitive</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have wandered in my own way</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Squandered everything You gave</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">But my dying heart You saved and let me live</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br />I have cursed the air and clenched my fists</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have hungered for Your righteousness</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I have tried to walk the line</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">I drew between Your heart and mine</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">But You forgive me every time the mark is missed</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br />So take my broken offering and make it whole </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br />And set my feet upon the road that leads me home<br />Let me walk as one fixed upon the goal<br />Even though I've got a thousand miles to go<br /><br />I have sought Your grace in my defense<br />I have plundered Your magnificence<br />Until my journey is complete<br />I pray the Lord my soul to keep<br />That I might sow what I have reaped<br />From Your great love </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br />As I struggle for Your hand<br />You use me in ways I can't understand<br />You take this sinful man and renew me<br />Working through me</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">Jesus: The Man Who Gave Us His Heart</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/gitarista.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/gitarista.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This song is so appropriate for the world today because many people forget God and go about doing things as they please without concern for others. This song is simply a reminder to us that no matter how much we stray from Him, He will always welcome us, and if we are willing, use us as an instrument of his love.</span><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/gitarista.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111839337932795883?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1117978712685731692005-06-05T21:09:00.000+08:002005-06-05T21:38:32.716+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The Sunday Club resumed with more members this time. Our destination, the house we all grew up in and celebrated our best/happiest occassions, Lolo's house. I even had my debut there, but since he died, the house was renovated and a pool was installed in our garden. It ranged from four to seven feet, and it was pretty and blue. Then, part of the garage was converted to two bathrooms, one for the boys and one for the girls. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The day was perfect for swimming. The sun wasn't too bright and it was windy. The pool was really warm and the company was great: Kuya Manolo, Maricris, Kuya Wap, Ate Boom, Kuya Mandy, Regina, Ate Char, Macie, Ate C and me. Later on that day, Ate and Kuya Nicky followed. Buti pa si Macie and Regina, they can swim. Eh si Tita Bam...absolutely chicken. (I had a traumatic experience. I'm excused. I almost drowned in Hawaii.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I was holding on to the edge of the pool for dear life. Kuya Wap was patient enough to teach me a few things. (Not like my swimming teacher who threw a coin on our first day and told me to look for it.) First, he was able to get me to go around the pool. Yup, even the deep part. Then, he taught me how to float. I can float!!! I was screaming at first, but I was floating till I realized Kuya Wap wasn't holding me anymore. Hehehe. It was hilarious. By the end of the afternoon, I was floating on my own, staring at the endless sky. Thanks Kuya Wap for swimming 101. Hehehe </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111797871268573169?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1117120218088503262005-05-26T22:55:00.000+08:002005-05-26T23:12:44.636+08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Happy Birthday Macie!!!</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/macie_collage.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/macie_collage.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today is Macie's birthday, as in her real birthday. In fact, I just came from a fantastic 10 course dinner in Peking Garden with Ate Char's Family and My Family. As in mega super sized platters and to think we were only 11. There was a sampler of seaweed, white chicken, some kind of ham and some kind of roll with carrots. Then, there was chili prawns, sweet and sour pork, peking duck, shalumpao, shark's fin soup, crabs, fish, salted fish fried rice and mango sago. I am so bloated. Oh, and did I mention two birthday cakes. Then, there was gift giving. Macie loves her gifts. She wouldn't let go of them till it was time to go home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">In line with my title for today's entry, I mentioned in one of my previous entries that according to Chinese custom, the person who does a baby's first haircut will be the one whose attitude the baby will take after. I just happened to be the person who was given this honor by Kuya and Ate Char a few months ago, and tonight was the night. After dinner, Ate Caren and I passed by Kuya's house and I gave Macie her very first haircut. It was scary cause she kept on moving, but she was smiling the whole time. It turned out pretty good.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111712021808850326?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1116864383176883812005-05-23T23:52:00.000+08:002005-05-24T00:29:49.043+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Over the weekend, my super adorable niece celebrated her first birthday, but her real birthday is actually on May 26. It was a great party with a Strawberry Shortcake theme in Wack Wack. There were tons of balloons, the whole family was in pink, the food was great and the party was fun fun fun! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">It started with Gymboree for the kids ages 4 and below. There were game booths on the side for the bigger kids and a jumping castle. It was so cool cause you could go fishing and catch real fish. Then, during merienda, there was a magic show. It was galeng. Hahaha. I was amazed even though I know how some of the tricks are done. Eventually, there were games for the bigger kids. The best part of the party though was the food. Imagine this, eat all you can Buy the Bucket, Big Chill, FIC, Krispy Krepe, Corndogs, Cream Cheese Burgers, Spaghetti, Barbecue and Pizzanini. Wow!!! Incredible!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Happy Daddy (Kuya) and Birthday Girl</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="23" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" width="17" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/macie_laugh.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/macie_laugh.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Cake Blowing (through Ate C's lomocam)</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 13px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 20px" height="30" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" width="29" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/cakeblow.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/cakeblow.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Macie's Giveaways</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/giveaways.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/giveaways.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Gymboree</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 15px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 26px" height="30" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" width="27" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/gymboree2.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/gymboree2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tita Bam (gigil), Macie (nice earrings TC) & Tita Caren</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 17px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 25px" height="29" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" width="55" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/macie_tc_tb.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/macie_tc_tb.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111686438317688381?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1116341418441027252005-05-17T22:45:00.000+08:002005-05-19T01:55:59.570+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Today was quite a happy day. I cleaned up my drawers and found a box of unused 96 colors. Wow!!! I smelled them for a while and remembered my childhood. I must find a coloring book quickly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Then, there was STAR WARS EPISODE III. It was so nice. I won't spoil it anymore, but it's definitely a must see. Now I realized that I wanna watch the whole thing all over again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Anyway, here are a few of Ate Caren's Pics that pretty much describe how my summer has been minus the car wreck.</span><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Bam on Air</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/bam.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/bam.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ate Caren's, Mike's and My Addiction - Starbucks in Libis</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/starbucks.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/starbucks.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Our Added Addiction - Burger Machine</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/burgermachine.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/burgermachine.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tita Caren, Tita Bambie, Macie-pooh and Ate Regina</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/thegirls.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/thegirls.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Bangkok by Night</span> - <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Chaopaya River</span><a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/chaophaya2.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/chaophaya2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tita Bam, the Owl and Regina</span> <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/owl_bam_regina.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/owl_bam_regina.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111634141844102725?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1116166340752186722005-05-15T21:40:00.000+08:002005-05-15T22:12:20.810+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sometimes, you just wanna get out of all the stress and chill out with your friends, especially when you haven't seen each other for ages. This afternoon, Mikey, Mars, Ate C and I decided to go to Starbucks in Blue Wave. That's in the reclamation area in Manila. We just wanted a change in environment. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Well, just our luck. A speeding taxi bumped us just as we were entering Blue Wave. The impact was so strong that the car turned 45 degrees and almost tipped over. All I remember was the sound of screeching tires, my head bumping and throbbing after and us turning. When we stopped, we could even smell gas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Grabe, so many things could've gone wrong and I'm just happy that we're all alive and in one piece. Ate C has a few bruises on her, I have one on me but my head still hurts. Mars and Mikey have hurting heads and arms. We could've been in a worse condition, but even worse, dead.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">To end that, Kuya is filing a criminal case against this guy and we're getting or heads x-rayed. What an adventure. It's not one I'd like to do again.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111616634075218672?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1115650801827772722005-05-09T23:00:00.000+08:002005-05-09T23:00:01.926+08:00Tita Bam and Macie-pooh&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><br /><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/640/bam_macie.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/1896/320/bam_macie.jpg'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111565080182777272?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537397.post-1114534451269023512005-04-27T00:47:00.000+08:002005-04-27T00:54:11.273+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">All my bags are packed I'm ready to go to Bangkok! In 10 hours, I'll be leaving for Bangkok and I'll miss everyone and everything I'll be leaving behind. But before I leave, I have a little something from Ericka's blog. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Instructions: Fill in the blanks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. I ___ Bambie.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Bambie is ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. If I were alone in a room with Bambie, I would ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. I think Bambie should ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">5. Bambie needs ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">6. I want to ___ Bambie.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">7. Someday Bambie will be ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">8. Bambie reminds me of ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">9. Without Bambie, ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">10. Memories of Bambie are ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">11. Bambie can be ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">12. Worst thing about Bambie is ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">13. Best thing about Bambie is ___.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">14. I am ___ Bambie. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537397-111453445126902351?l=windcaller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bambie Chan Carlosnoreply@blogger.com6