<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:43:23.948+08:00</updated><category term='Lakay'/><category term='UP'/><category term='whalesharks'/><category term='Play-play'/><category term='butanding'/><title type='text'>Day's verse tree</title><subtitle type='html'>stirring thoughts from a traveler on a journey along life's trails and pathways... its valleys and mountains and oceans too, of simple joys and intricate weaves of adventure...thoughts of hope in the goodness of things and faith in a loving God...a way of seizing the day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3421215460913301971</id><published>2011-09-18T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T06:11:43.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coron an enchanted island</title><content type='html'>Home of the Tagbanua Tribe, haven of biodiversity and of enchanted places  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXmx_Jhz9Q/TnWxeF2X6ZI/AAAAAAAAB-s/UaoYsMD7uPI/s1600/DSC_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXmx_Jhz9Q/TnWxeF2X6ZI/AAAAAAAAB-s/UaoYsMD7uPI/s400/DSC_0371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653620037757954450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfcS6yDTfRk/TnWxdweo6JI/AAAAAAAAB-k/VQBvBxZJgw0/s1600/DSC_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfcS6yDTfRk/TnWxdweo6JI/AAAAAAAAB-k/VQBvBxZJgw0/s400/DSC_0223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653620032021260434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2wa5HqbjBE/TnWxdhDlFOI/AAAAAAAAB-c/P4g0E96iDuQ/s1600/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2wa5HqbjBE/TnWxdhDlFOI/AAAAAAAAB-c/P4g0E96iDuQ/s400/DSC_0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653620027881231586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtQZ3wc2Zxw/TnWxdNrsruI/AAAAAAAAB-U/7tYEcwF6u_I/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtQZ3wc2Zxw/TnWxdNrsruI/AAAAAAAAB-U/7tYEcwF6u_I/s400/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653620022680792802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago I did a solo trip to Coron, as a gift to another year towards adulthood. Armed with borrowed diving gear and a few pesos in my pocket and a lot of luck, I was able to explore the islands. This year I came back with my little girl and the hubby to celebrate yet again another significant year in our lives. And yes, the island is as beautiful as the first time I laid my eyes on its shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm ocean water calling you to her embrace, the mountains staring at you with delight and the wind playing with your hair, whispering. The sun kissing your skin that has been pale for so long. A smile in my heart wrapped my being just being there. And much more that leave me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me hours to choose which photo to share, I have hundreds and these are the few that can capture a portion of those moments. Just looking at them brings me much joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3421215460913301971?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3421215460913301971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3421215460913301971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3421215460913301971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3421215460913301971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/09/coron-enchanted-island.html' title='Coron an enchanted island'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXmx_Jhz9Q/TnWxeF2X6ZI/AAAAAAAAB-s/UaoYsMD7uPI/s72-c/DSC_0371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4053369454218953499</id><published>2011-09-09T05:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T06:17:09.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of the Fireflies (Part 3) 2011 until the next flight</title><content type='html'>In my mind we are all nomads. Some people to a greater degree than others. Our pace may be different from others, at times faster and at times slower. My feet either want to hike, walk and as in the images below pedal away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today am at a halt and here now remembering the sense of being able to travel with the ones you love, near or far brings much joy. Way after, months later and years later these recollections will be a source of inspiration. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2hJq_EzyLo/Tmkz2irBUBI/AAAAAAAAB98/6GL08QzHrdw/s1600/Amaris%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2hJq_EzyLo/Tmkz2irBUBI/AAAAAAAAB98/6GL08QzHrdw/s400/Amaris%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650104219626197010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manila City Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dcx7ya9Vjs/Tmkz2UusyqI/AAAAAAAAB90/kk0-mXU9bw8/s1600/Amaris%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dcx7ya9Vjs/Tmkz2UusyqI/AAAAAAAAB90/kk0-mXU9bw8/s400/Amaris%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650104215883532962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cultural Center of the Philippines, Manila Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGXFuRip5Ms/Tmkz2E5-H2I/AAAAAAAAB9s/BqPplj44sms/s1600/Amaris%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGXFuRip5Ms/Tmkz2E5-H2I/AAAAAAAAB9s/BqPplj44sms/s400/Amaris%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650104211635838818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiendesitas, Pasig&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Dino Leoncarlo Calderon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4053369454218953499?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4053369454218953499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4053369454218953499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4053369454218953499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4053369454218953499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/09/tour-of-fireflies-part-3.html' title='Tour of the Fireflies (Part 3) 2011 until the next flight'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2hJq_EzyLo/Tmkz2irBUBI/AAAAAAAAB98/6GL08QzHrdw/s72-c/Amaris%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1823177978188769926</id><published>2011-08-06T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:16:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of the Fireflies (Part 2) The birth of Duncan</title><content type='html'>As we ride out from Tiendesita's, I realized I am cycling together with my childhood Asian superheroes-- the Power Rangers. They were in complete uniform... i can hear them shout out "Pink 5". We were in a level of energy that can emanate from 10,000 plus bikers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6mphlmuGbA/Tj0PMinGnRI/AAAAAAAAB8k/1QBpHKqpDAc/s1600/IMG-5448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6mphlmuGbA/Tj0PMinGnRI/AAAAAAAAB8k/1QBpHKqpDAc/s400/IMG-5448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637679016661392658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr1ALSYm9HY/Tj0PMceNKKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/5hg4FrUI0Do/s1600/IMG-5445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr1ALSYm9HY/Tj0PMceNKKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/5hg4FrUI0Do/s400/IMG-5445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637679015013460130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMBb112pShE/Tj0PMRHxXgI/AAAAAAAAB8U/k06NuF0iHXo/s1600/DSC_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMBb112pShE/Tj0PMRHxXgI/AAAAAAAAB8U/k06NuF0iHXo/s400/DSC_0566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637679011966574082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As far as you can see in this photo, those are all bikers. Quiapo area proved to be one of the most challenging sectors of the route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Palm Sunday and we passed by the masses sprawling on to plaza Miranda. From these photos you can just gauge the number of participants to this year's Tour of the Fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-120fFE_NxG0/Tj0PMKmQFfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cocUtdbndqI/s1600/DSC_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-120fFE_NxG0/Tj0PMKmQFfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cocUtdbndqI/s400/DSC_0567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637679010215368178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stretch of the Quezon bridge is where I literally and figuratively flew out of control while full speed downhill. This baptized my then unnamed dslr...split into two and when I realized that it is still alive-- I named it Duncan MakQuiapo after the immortal Duncan MacLeod. Ayos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1823177978188769926?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1823177978188769926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1823177978188769926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1823177978188769926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1823177978188769926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/08/tour-of-fireflies-part-2.html' title='Tour of the Fireflies (Part 2) The birth of Duncan'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6mphlmuGbA/Tj0PMinGnRI/AAAAAAAAB8k/1QBpHKqpDAc/s72-c/IMG-5448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-9200867205498093987</id><published>2011-08-06T05:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T05:29:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of the Fireflies (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0I_32vifIdY/Tjxc67RWc0I/AAAAAAAAB8E/a5M-6_ZQp4k/s1600/DSC_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0I_32vifIdY/Tjxc67RWc0I/AAAAAAAAB8E/a5M-6_ZQp4k/s400/DSC_0522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637483000973652802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7NxImRxcT0/Tjxc6snjn-I/AAAAAAAAB78/cL3FtVJCplQ/s1600/DSC_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7NxImRxcT0/Tjxc6snjn-I/AAAAAAAAB78/cL3FtVJCplQ/s400/DSC_0502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637482997040259042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojJ3dxiXbWk/Tjxc6dzkOjI/AAAAAAAAB70/g1HpSfk2Z0w/s1600/DSC_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojJ3dxiXbWk/Tjxc6dzkOjI/AAAAAAAAB70/g1HpSfk2Z0w/s400/DSC_0500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637482993064098354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to prepare everything that we need for our first cycling adventure as a family. Bikes checked, cycling gloves check, arm protectors check, helmets check, giant kid carrier seat check, ice cold drinks in coolers check. For those who know me and climbed mountains with me, they know my philosophy. One should find a way to reward one's self upon reaching the summit or destination. An ice-cold rootbeer or gatorade, the drink of your choice is the best. The reason why I made sure that there is a cooler attached to my bike come the day of the Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new folding bike, named it Hannibal after the ancient general of old. Hannibal is one tough cookie I must say, you will know in the coming post why. That bit of the story deserves its own entry. Our maiden voyage was a great adventure--42 kilometers from Ortigas, Pasig to CCP, Manila Bay and back. Let me just say that I haven't a done any cycling for a long time until this day of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This adventure deserves a space in this blog for the ultimate experience that it is for me and our family. This is my little girl's first long haul cycling tour with Nanay and Tatay right here in one of the most challenging roads in the world - Manila, Philippines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-9200867205498093987?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/9200867205498093987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=9200867205498093987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/9200867205498093987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/9200867205498093987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/08/tour-of-fireflies-part-1.html' title='Tour of the Fireflies (Part 1)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0I_32vifIdY/Tjxc67RWc0I/AAAAAAAAB8E/a5M-6_ZQp4k/s72-c/DSC_0522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3768024473123064703</id><published>2011-07-27T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:52:51.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkor Wat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFb7BCP6iPU/Ti9TO50hLhI/AAAAAAAAB6s/g6o3soLSd-Q/s1600/DSC_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFb7BCP6iPU/Ti9TO50hLhI/AAAAAAAAB6s/g6o3soLSd-Q/s400/DSC_0754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633813174368153106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CU_7b_qIEPE/Ti9TO93sYpI/AAAAAAAAB6k/wovtRCet6mI/s1600/DSC_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CU_7b_qIEPE/Ti9TO93sYpI/AAAAAAAAB6k/wovtRCet6mI/s400/DSC_0750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633813175455212178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3768024473123064703?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3768024473123064703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3768024473123064703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3768024473123064703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3768024473123064703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/07/angkor-wat.html' title='Angkor Wat'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFb7BCP6iPU/Ti9TO50hLhI/AAAAAAAAB6s/g6o3soLSd-Q/s72-c/DSC_0754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8477709161769395666</id><published>2011-07-27T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:54:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz56-fAKzOs/Ti7sCrHKf3I/AAAAAAAAB6c/k3naAgB8ni4/s1600/DSC05959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz56-fAKzOs/Ti7sCrHKf3I/AAAAAAAAB6c/k3naAgB8ni4/s400/DSC05959.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633699714563735410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl turned five. I just want to thank God for the blessing that she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8477709161769395666?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8477709161769395666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8477709161769395666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8477709161769395666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8477709161769395666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/07/second-cake.html' title='The second cake'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz56-fAKzOs/Ti7sCrHKf3I/AAAAAAAAB6c/k3naAgB8ni4/s72-c/DSC05959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4782045225282042125</id><published>2011-07-27T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:35:44.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seafood Kare kare at Kanin Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_r0yYsNVQLk/Ti7qVmkmW1I/AAAAAAAAB6U/88px0tPqTTE/s1600/DSC_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_r0yYsNVQLk/Ti7qVmkmW1I/AAAAAAAAB6U/88px0tPqTTE/s400/DSC_0496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633697840739277650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fz8_f2XH6M/Ti7qVf-5CyI/AAAAAAAAB6M/RRhLKjvbH38/s1600/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fz8_f2XH6M/Ti7qVf-5CyI/AAAAAAAAB6M/RRhLKjvbH38/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633697838970506018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QUf2mHTZUY/Ti7qU8mh2XI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Akr2-0Q5xu0/s1600/DSC_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QUf2mHTZUY/Ti7qU8mh2XI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Akr2-0Q5xu0/s400/DSC_0498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633697829473081714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy na this was intended for my other blog &lt;a href="http://pinaymtchef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinay Mountain Chef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4782045225282042125?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4782045225282042125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4782045225282042125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4782045225282042125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4782045225282042125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/07/seafood-kare-kare-at-kanin-club.html' title='Seafood Kare kare at Kanin Club'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_r0yYsNVQLk/Ti7qVmkmW1I/AAAAAAAAB6U/88px0tPqTTE/s72-c/DSC_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7546747285219873232</id><published>2011-07-27T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:10:18.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteor Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/07/110725-double-meteor-shower-sky-show-space-science-perseid-aquarid/?source=link_fb20110725doublemeteorshower#.Ti7lbQV-RdU.blogger"&gt;&amp;quot;Spectacular&amp;quot; Double Meteor Shower This Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago more than a decade I should say that I witnessed a meteor shower that up to this day, I have not seen anything like what I saw in Baguio one cool crisp night up in the cordilleras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was literally raining with shooting stars. We had to spread a "malong" in the parking lot to be able to have the widest view of the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering when will I ever see that kind again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7546747285219873232?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/07/110725-double-meteor-shower-sky-show-space-science-perseid-aquarid/?source=link_fb20110725doublemeteorshower#.Ti7lbQV-RdU.blogger' title='Meteor Showers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7546747285219873232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7546747285219873232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7546747285219873232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7546747285219873232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/07/spectacular-double-meteor-shower-this.html' title='Meteor Showers'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6126028130463698749</id><published>2011-07-26T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:00:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days are here again</title><content type='html'>Drove through traffic at a crawling pace. I am literally swimming in traffic this morning. When you are driving alone at this kind of pace, the mind tends to wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is permanent but change. The wheels of change are turning, fast. Faster than I think I can keep up. In my mind I am thinking that things need to change in many aspects of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting that dream house. Should I just settle for a house house? I want a garden, a house I can call home with a great view. I want my own room with a bed that is huge and comfortable. Sigh these are my dream now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been dreaming of other things too. Of course you would have guessed. Yes that trip to Europe again Greece and specifically Santorini. I should be writing these really to make them manifest. And yes, South America Brazil, Argentina. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make small changes too. In my everyday life, change the time I go to work, meditate more, write more of these thoughts before I completely forget that I have these small dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a clean house. no clutter. I want a walk in closet with just enough clothes that I don't get confused what to wear. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting and dreaming. So what is the difference of wanting and dreaming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6126028130463698749?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6126028130463698749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6126028130463698749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6126028130463698749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6126028130463698749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Rainy days are here again'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7668459665771154956</id><published>2011-05-24T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T06:45:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Isarog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWbnxx2Ae_U/TdrguCWqBzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/wiogQ5ncgGU/s1600/DSC05047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWbnxx2Ae_U/TdrguCWqBzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/wiogQ5ncgGU/s400/DSC05047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610043367353878322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Isarog is breath taking. Climbed the mountain many years ago and now just looking at it makes me re-live and cherish and re-experience its trails. Moss, mossy, soft under my feet, a stairway of moss covered branches strewn by time and the elements hid the earth beneath. A green carpet to paradise. Pieces of my old recollection of the trail and the mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7668459665771154956?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7668459665771154956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7668459665771154956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7668459665771154956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7668459665771154956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/05/mt-isarog.html' title='Mt. Isarog'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lWbnxx2Ae_U/TdrguCWqBzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/wiogQ5ncgGU/s72-c/DSC05047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1954449047812098934</id><published>2011-03-23T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:50:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined for greatness</title><content type='html'>Today I was really inspired by an article shared by my good friend Earnest. Love it so much I just have to quote it here in its entirety.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destined for greatness &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Harvey John Garcia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First Posted 07:38:00 03/22/2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filed Under: Youth, Family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DEAR MAKOY,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you don’t hate me when you grow up for not being there on your birthday. I am writing this soon after your fourth birthday in a foreign land. When I say foreign, I mean that I am scared stiff and I do not know what I am doing here, but I am here and I am living.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am in the United States right now. To be specific, I am sitting on a felled log one meter away from a river. I am feeling cold. My fingers are getting numb (another good motivation to write). The place where I am in is called Skykomish. It is up in Washington state. And I am in a forest. My crew and I are fixing a trail here, and I am teaching some young people along the way, trying to develop them into capable young adults.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who is doing that for you? You have your Mom and Dad, and throw in your Mama Old. I am not a bit worried. They raised me, so I believe you are in good hands. It is just that I wish I were part of your life right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope that when you look back at your life some time in the future, you won’t hate me for not being there on your second and third birthdays, too. I feel horrible and useless as your uncle. Though I know that our small, tightly knit family is there to give you the warmth you need, I still feel guilty for not spoiling you against your parents’ set rules; you are a child only once. But though I may not be there for you physically, you should know that I have been always with you in spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I delude myself with the thought that it is my fate to travel far away from the people I love. I feel nomadic. At times it is a blessing. I can tell you stuff that I have done, places I have seen, people that I have met and experiences that endeared the world to me more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a set of journals that I started writing after college. I hope one day to give it to you. I want you to laugh, squirm and learn from my experiences, the same way I felt when my Mom, your Mama Old, told me about hers. I want you to be proud of my accomplishments, disappointed by my failures and inspired by the occasion when I got up after each fall. I want you to see my humanity. Hopefully, this will help you understand yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In your lifetime I want you to learn three things. One is that love is unconditional. There is no prerequisite to love. It does not grow old, fade or want the same magnitude in return. It is a given. From the moment you were born, you became the adhesive that united us all. You are one of my inspirations to live. For this, I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t be afraid to love. Uncertainty is always there and nothing will change that. It is what makes the world dynamic. It is the only certain thing: change. So don’t be afraid to dive into something you are not sure of. Just make sure that you are doing it for all the right reasons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Second is, you have the world for yourself. You only need to grasp it. Believe me, you will experience hardships in life. But that is not the hard part; you can get over those easily. You have my genes, and we bounce back fast. The more difficult times will be when you get over those bumps on the road and they lead you to peaks of success. Then you will have to decide how you will falter, fade, retain and graciously settle down into a comfortable state. Believe it or not, there is no single accomplishment. Everything is a cycle. You will have ups and downs, but as you grow old you get to decide whether the next up is higher or the next down is lower.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You will learn so much and teach so much to others. You will not be prepared for life because if you are, the whole experience will be meaningless. The most you can hope for is to have a stable footing. Always look around to see us, your family, your friends, your favorite thing in this planet. We will always be in the sidelines for you and to see where you are in the compass of life. Fill your backpack with knowledge and skills. Raise your head to the sky and dive into the ocean, metaphorically and physically. Always, always see yourself as a part of the web of life. Nature is the greatest mentor there is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Third and last is that you will be great. Every person is destined for greatness. I know you will make your mark in this world. It does not matter how many people you touch with your light, it is the intensity that you blind them with that really matters. You will become as great in the same proportion as how much you put into the effort. But do not rush into it. Have a good start and keep a steady pace. In the end, the race is always against yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be going back to work now and try to teach six young men some lessons. Maybe tonight, I will brew coffee and stare blankly at the sky. I will be tucked under a sleeping bag in my tent tonight, and I will be happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the most important piece of advice I can give to you is to always look up to the sky and realize how significantly small and how significantly big you are. Everything is a part of you. It took millions and millions of years for you to become you, and now you are alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Harvey John Garcia, 28, is an assistant scientist at the International Rice Research Institute.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Isay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are older I want to share these same thoughts with you. I am also excited for the many possibilities that life have in store for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanay Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1954449047812098934?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1954449047812098934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1954449047812098934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1954449047812098934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1954449047812098934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/03/destined-for-greatness.html' title='Destined for greatness'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5264894310620912969</id><published>2011-02-18T06:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:36:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Pinatubo Crater Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4uaGWi2oHc/TV2mwpAsQbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/VGEcT49_EQo/s1600/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4uaGWi2oHc/TV2mwpAsQbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/VGEcT49_EQo/s400/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795268327227826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the longest time I've wanted to visit this mountain. In a span of 10 years, friends have climbed the long route, pre-4 x 4 cars, some the short cut route and I always had to do something else. Had to finish a job, or just be somewhere else. I guess things indeed happen for a reason. I am glad that I waited because I was able to experience this one with my daughter. It is her first mountain climbing adventure and I am glad I am with her to share this experience. This climb also marked a special time in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crater lake was a magnificent site to behold. Digital dslrs can only capture a 2D. The vast expanse engulfs your being as you approach the crater lake. Nature's strength and beauty surrounding you 360 degrees, puts things in perspective of how small we are yet still a part of the greater scheme of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;While hiking through the trail to arrive here, the trails were marked with lahar and ash stocked up to create a new landscape-- a moonscape I would imagine. There were intermittent pounding in my heart and day-after-tomorrow thoughts as we walk through the gorge of gray ash and it started to drizzle. A visual essay is posted at my other blog &lt;a href="http://pinaymtchef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinay Mountain Chef&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gateway to Mt. Pinatubo is Sta. Juliana, Capas, Tarlac, while talking to Mang Orlan our guide he mentioned that they are preparing for a barrio fiesta on the 16th. Hmmm I thought and smiled to myself. Do you believe in coincidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5264894310620912969?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5264894310620912969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5264894310620912969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5264894310620912969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5264894310620912969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/mt-pinatubo-crater-lake.html' title='Mt. Pinatubo Crater Lake'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4uaGWi2oHc/TV2mwpAsQbI/AAAAAAAAB3I/VGEcT49_EQo/s72-c/DSC_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7902933675539714571</id><published>2011-02-11T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:22:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrUNrzQCy5g/TVQfJY0Ia7I/AAAAAAAABzg/sy6chGJKmEc/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrUNrzQCy5g/TVQfJY0Ia7I/AAAAAAAABzg/sy6chGJKmEc/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572112885104536498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take nothing but pictures&lt;div&gt;Leave nothing but foot prints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill nothing but time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.outdoorsmagic.com/forum/forummessages/mps/utn/9313/dt/4/srchdte/0/v/8/sp/"&gt;Baltimore Grotto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take nothing but the water of the other group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave nothing but TP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill nothing but "kuko"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--MM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just remembering the memorable quotes from MM's newsletter which I thought previously as "Tarakyatayo". Visit  &lt;a href="http://www.oursimplejoys.com/backpacking/tip-set-intro.html"&gt;Our Simple Joys by Ruby Bayan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7902933675539714571?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7902933675539714571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7902933675539714571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7902933675539714571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7902933675539714571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/take-nothing.html' title='Take nothing'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrUNrzQCy5g/TVQfJY0Ia7I/AAAAAAAABzg/sy6chGJKmEc/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8212348784940429988</id><published>2011-02-11T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:05:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants vs Mowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B78IaFxbxhI/TVQZOau8ELI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-9fVd6hHaJ4/s1600/DSC_0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B78IaFxbxhI/TVQZOau8ELI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-9fVd6hHaJ4/s400/DSC_0591.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572106374449205426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite pictures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken before we unsuccessfully mow the lawn of friend at Renton. The neighbor whom we borrowed the mower got out of his house and cut the grass himself after hearing us trying to struggle to cut the grass. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8212348784940429988?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8212348784940429988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8212348784940429988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8212348784940429988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8212348784940429988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/plants-vs-mowers.html' title='Plants vs Mowers'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B78IaFxbxhI/TVQZOau8ELI/AAAAAAAABzQ/-9fVd6hHaJ4/s72-c/DSC_0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1321390948612473228</id><published>2011-02-10T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:46:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations AG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TVQHU7bOmVI/AAAAAAAABzI/gBB6t6hQpOQ/s1600/AG_02October2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TVQHU7bOmVI/AAAAAAAABzI/gBB6t6hQpOQ/s400/AG_02October2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572086695094819154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are a living inspiration. Congratulations  AG Sano! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Declared as the newest &lt;a href="http://wwf.org.ph/index.php/news/newsroom/261-dolphin-crusader-ag-sano-is-newest-wwf-hero"&gt;WWF Hero&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1321390948612473228?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1321390948612473228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1321390948612473228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1321390948612473228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1321390948612473228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/congratulations-ag.html' title='Congratulations AG'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TVQHU7bOmVI/AAAAAAAABzI/gBB6t6hQpOQ/s72-c/AG_02October2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5033283723212674293</id><published>2011-02-10T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:37:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanderlust</title><content type='html'>Been bitten by wanderlust for the past few days. Just booked two international trips for the whole family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5033283723212674293?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5033283723212674293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5033283723212674293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5033283723212674293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5033283723212674293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanderlust.html' title='wanderlust'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6669321742484040675</id><published>2011-02-04T04:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:51:45.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Hei Fat Choi! Ongpin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUsQPOQjV6I/AAAAAAAABy8/kg9cAY7m-3o/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUsQPOQjV6I/AAAAAAAABy8/kg9cAY7m-3o/s400/DSC_0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569563217885353890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Chinese New Year dinner at President's Tea House along Salazar St. at Ongpin- Manila's China Town. The food was good you can view it in my other blog &lt;a href="http://pinaymtchef.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinay Mt. Chef&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite a fully loaded workday trying to beat that 5 PM exodus of people, still wasn't able to  leave early.  In the trains at around 6:30 ish sardine time at the MRT.  Arrive at carriedo station and took a "kuliglig" to Ongpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's dinner with good friends and why do we go accross town braving traffic and congestion of masses people on the streets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The belief is that on new year's eve, it is very lucky if you will be able to witness the dragon dance. Here in the photo was the only encounter with a dragon. A small boy inside trying to run around the streets with this dragon head. I think they just finished a dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night cap was coffee and chance to chat with my buddy it was her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking the streets of Ongpin...  the air was full of beating of the drums, people buying lucky charms and filing long line just to buy "tikoy". We even bumped into our dear neighbors along the way. The night was warm and Manila's streets are alive with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was intoxicating. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6669321742484040675?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6669321742484040675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6669321742484040675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6669321742484040675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6669321742484040675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/kung-hei-fat-choi-ongpin.html' title='Kung Hei Fat Choi! Ongpin'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUsQPOQjV6I/AAAAAAAABy8/kg9cAY7m-3o/s72-c/DSC_0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1755769326613611730</id><published>2011-02-02T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:15:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax, off you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;This morning I tried the fb application and see what God would like to say to me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, of course, you want to control so everything happens in just the way you want it. But at the end of the day, we control nothing, - it's all in God's hands, - has always been, and will always be. So, do what you can, and then let go, and let God handle the rest." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;True. I realized that we do plan our lives, plan our travels, budget our finances, schedule this and that. But eventually in the greater scheme of things...there are other things that is not under our control. Sometimes we think we influence the outcome by our own efforts by our "strategic planning" but in the end we should also prepare ourselves and our hearts that not everything will can be controlled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;The grace is to be able to accept what happens. Not like "trying-not-to-have-a-heart-attack-mode" just trying to accept what happened. I can just imagine someone here &lt;insert&gt; hahaha. &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Anyway, there you go. I guess this is my message to relax let go and that He will take care of the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Yey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1755769326613611730?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1755769326613611730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1755769326613611730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1755769326613611730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1755769326613611730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/relax-off-you-go.html' title='Relax, off you go'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6937254154702981280</id><published>2011-02-01T08:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:29:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate each moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUdSSfdm5eI/AAAAAAAAByM/TFWnheiVpDE/s1600/DSC_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUdSSfdm5eI/AAAAAAAAByM/TFWnheiVpDE/s400/DSC_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568509941903713762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Columbia River&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pondering on beginnings. Anywhere we find ourselves in this journey, we try to think of where we are going or where we are from. We often forget to enjoy the moment that is given to us. It is indeed a joy to the spirit just to enjoy what we have before us. Celebrate life. Yes despite the trails, hardships, or problems we encounter each day is something to celebrate and be thankful for. What we have is now. I just we just need to make the best of it. There will be moments happier than others. But it is the difficult times that make us appreciate the happy moments more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6937254154702981280?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6937254154702981280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6937254154702981280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6937254154702981280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6937254154702981280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrate-each-moment.html' title='celebrate each moment'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUdSSfdm5eI/AAAAAAAAByM/TFWnheiVpDE/s72-c/DSC_0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8085810101686201075</id><published>2011-01-30T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:31:54.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUUCC7qHKmI/AAAAAAAAByE/Oc4Om3-nokQ/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUUCC7qHKmI/AAAAAAAAByE/Oc4Om3-nokQ/s400/DSC_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567858763710802530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;about the photo: flowers at the wedding of James and Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we send flowers when someone is sick, not feeling good?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess because it makes people, well most people feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just looking at these flowers makes me feel better already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been down with the cold and fever this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8085810101686201075?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8085810101686201075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8085810101686201075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8085810101686201075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8085810101686201075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUUCC7qHKmI/AAAAAAAAByE/Oc4Om3-nokQ/s72-c/DSC_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2396598245945024300</id><published>2011-01-30T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:55:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUT8DyYcx_I/AAAAAAAABx8/FQc0wDI7B_Q/s1600/DSC_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUT8DyYcx_I/AAAAAAAABx8/FQc0wDI7B_Q/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567852181330905074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dolphins Love Freedom an advocacy of our friend A.G. Sano. Painting 23,000 dolphins to represent the number of dolphins dying every year in the hidden cove of Taiji, Japan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first advocacy joined by my little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2396598245945024300?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2396598245945024300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2396598245945024300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2396598245945024300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2396598245945024300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/painting-dolphins.html' title='Painting dolphins'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUT8DyYcx_I/AAAAAAAABx8/FQc0wDI7B_Q/s72-c/DSC_0947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-163736270897756685</id><published>2011-01-28T05:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:18:28.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On borrowed time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUHrRXGfuwI/AAAAAAAABx0/4HcKxc6aUec/s1600/DSC_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUHrRXGfuwI/AAAAAAAABx0/4HcKxc6aUec/s400/DSC_0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566989297898208002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vietnam Memorial in Portland, Oregon Photo during my 2010 summer trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week...&lt;/div&gt;A father of a friend passed away&lt;div&gt;A mother of a friend lost her battle with cancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend twelve years my junior is starting her fight against cancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To them I offer my prayers and send my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At these times, I ponder on my own mortality. I think of beginnings and endings. How time is borrowed. Just thinking of the time we are given to express our love to our family and friends. Why do we wait and wait until we say we love them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-163736270897756685?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/163736270897756685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=163736270897756685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/163736270897756685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/163736270897756685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-borrowed-time.html' title='On borrowed time'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUHrRXGfuwI/AAAAAAAABx0/4HcKxc6aUec/s72-c/DSC_0996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4259792468577508410</id><published>2011-01-27T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:53:21.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Yoga</title><content type='html'>Really happy to attend my yoga class with my favorite instructor Sharon. I missed it. Just a months time and I felt stiff coming back. But as the class started and we began relaxing into our postures  I felt better and more in tune. Love Yoga. Good to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4259792468577508410?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4259792468577508410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4259792468577508410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4259792468577508410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4259792468577508410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-yoga.html' title='Back to Yoga'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2794919193398252670</id><published>2011-01-26T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:03:14.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had My Life Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;If I Had My Life Over - I'd Pick More Daisies&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Nadine Stair&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt; If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.  I would eat more ice cream and less beans.  I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely,  hour after hour,  day after day.  Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them.  In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.  Just moments,  one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.  I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer,  a hot water bottle, a raincoat  and a parachute.  If I had to do it again,  I would travel lighter than I have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; If I had my life to live over,  I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.  I would go to more dances.  I would ride more merry-go-rounds.  I would pick more daisies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2794919193398252670?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2794919193398252670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2794919193398252670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2794919193398252670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2794919193398252670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-had-my-life-over.html' title='If I Had My Life Over'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7241154080653581507</id><published>2011-01-26T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:38:03.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling 2010</title><content type='html'>Looking at my archives, I realized that I have only written during the month of January last year 2010. I am once again revisiting and reviving this blog. I guess I felt the need to write again and reach out there. I had my reservations to write my thoughts the past year. But in hindsight, I realize that indeed our memories do sometimes fail us when we try to recall the wonderful things that happened to us. I believe that sharing my thoughts in this journal will help me find myself again and recall how beautiful life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this year 2011, I will be able to share my joy with you, travels and adventure and inner journey and searching. I want to claim back this space I have created and set aside for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is pining in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7241154080653581507?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7241154080653581507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7241154080653581507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7241154080653581507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7241154080653581507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/recalling-2010.html' title='Recalling 2010'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1731897582278145124</id><published>2011-01-26T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:15:10.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yosemite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUAF4a4pV2I/AAAAAAAABv0/Pz5_uQaCWT8/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUAF4a4pV2I/AAAAAAAABv0/Pz5_uQaCWT8/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566455606277658466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream come true for me to visit this place. Yosemite was one of the places I wanted to visit. Still in my bucket list to visit again and stay longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1731897582278145124?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1731897582278145124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1731897582278145124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1731897582278145124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1731897582278145124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/yosemite.html' title='Yosemite'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/TUAF4a4pV2I/AAAAAAAABv0/Pz5_uQaCWT8/s72-c/DSC_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-254211367105034434</id><published>2011-01-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:52:17.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5m2T5yfgsZ0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-254211367105034434?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/254211367105034434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=254211367105034434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/254211367105034434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/254211367105034434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8839029184166479950</id><published>2010-01-31T08:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:55:39.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 New Year in the Cordilleras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/S2TTv9YCPdI/AAAAAAAABnA/IQLbFtIHKSg/s1600-h/DSC_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/S2TTv9YCPdI/AAAAAAAABnA/IQLbFtIHKSg/s320/DSC_1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432699871398346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We welcomed the new year up in the mountains. Baguio is a city in the Cordilleras. This is one of the very few times that I celebrated the year not at home. This is a start I believe of a year full of new things, of discovery and travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taken from the window of our hotel room up in the hills. Amazing to see the fireworks at eye level and even looking down at them sometimes in the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming post I will be sharing more pictures of our latest adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8839029184166479950?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8839029184166479950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8839029184166479950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8839029184166479950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8839029184166479950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year-in-cordilleras.html' title='2010 New Year in the Cordilleras'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/S2TTv9YCPdI/AAAAAAAABnA/IQLbFtIHKSg/s72-c/DSC_1090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3617533281729061114</id><published>2009-11-24T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:58:36.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord for your blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="crossverse"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/matthew/13-12.htm" target="_top"&gt;Matthew 13:12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "For whoever has, to him more shall be given, and he will have an abundance; but whoever does not have, even what he has shall be taken away from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3617533281729061114?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3617533281729061114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3617533281729061114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3617533281729061114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3617533281729061114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-lord-for-your-blessings.html' title='Thank you Lord for your blessings'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8611227977723746220</id><published>2009-11-16T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:12:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years na ang blog na ito</title><content type='html'>Yes 5 years na pala ang blog na ito. Saan ka pa? Thank you to the Universe for this space. Thank you for the inspiration. Iba talaga pag ginagalit ka ano marami kang masusulat--hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ng isang housemate, ikaw ang bida ng istorya ng buhay mo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala na nagbabasa ng blog na ito, OK na ulit magsulat ng mag sulat dahil lahat sila nasa facebook na. mwahahahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8611227977723746220?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8611227977723746220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8611227977723746220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8611227977723746220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8611227977723746220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-years-na-ang-blog-na-ito.html' title='5 years na ang blog na ito'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4602893357095549781</id><published>2009-11-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:07:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>create your own happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oftentimes you give others the opportunity to create your happiness, and many times they fail to create it the way you want it. Why? Because only one person can be in charge of your joy, of your bliss, and that's you. So even your parent, your child, your spouse---they do not have the control to create your happiness. They simply have the opportunity to share in your happiness. Your joy lies within you."&lt;/span&gt; --Lisa Nichols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4602893357095549781?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4602893357095549781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4602893357095549781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4602893357095549781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4602893357095549781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/create-your-own-happiness.html' title='create your own happiness'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3556854013111601430</id><published>2009-11-16T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:50:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with good old friends :)</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a good dinner with an old friend and her teenage daughter. Just to let you know how long we have been friends, I knew the kid since she was 2 years old and now she is 3rd year high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great dinner. Had my favorite stuffed mushrooms on top of a creamy bed of three kinds of cheese. There is always a first as I tasted my first ever artichoke dip. When we ordered it I thought I would she the whole artichoke hehehehe... anyway I did enjoy the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for good friends indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3556854013111601430?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3556854013111601430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3556854013111601430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3556854013111601430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3556854013111601430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/dinner-with-good-old-friends.html' title='Dinner with good old friends :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-101986113003041493</id><published>2009-11-16T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:04:59.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hup.harvard.edu/features/bortcd/audio/centralfact.mp3"&gt;"The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry..." Jorge Luis Borjes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-101986113003041493?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/101986113003041493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=101986113003041493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/101986113003041493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/101986113003041493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1367150732003517510</id><published>2009-11-16T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:00:32.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>You cannot give love unless you have love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand and felt this at its core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot get water from an empty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1367150732003517510?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1367150732003517510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1367150732003517510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1367150732003517510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1367150732003517510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5531685365434369623</id><published>2009-11-16T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:01:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in letters</title><content type='html'>Today we sent a letter to Ate Rose in Sweden for her coming birthday on the 21st ...we traced Isay's hand on the card and sent our love in words... and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was younger I love receiving letters. I kept them all in the province at the old ancestral house where I grew up. Eventually they were thrown away while I was away... well to purge the house of trash. But anyway, that was a good memory keeping those letters and re-reading it when I was in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we easily forget of good memories. Try as I may, I cannot remember the details of those letters that gave so much joy. I guess that is the beauty of writing in a journal. You can remember those memories. Exactly how things happened... those words will transport you to the time that you were excited, elated or even scared. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that people do not write anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5531685365434369623?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5531685365434369623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5531685365434369623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5531685365434369623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5531685365434369623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-letters.html' title='life in letters'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7657113486214699708</id><published>2009-11-16T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:52:19.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is always a choice to be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desiderata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nurture strength of spirit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4"&gt;shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no less than the trees and the stars&lt;/span&gt;; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep peace in your soul.&lt;/span&gt; With all it's sham drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Be cheerful. Strive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; -- Max Ehrmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young girl I received this poem from Inay. I am thankful that I am reminded today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7657113486214699708?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7657113486214699708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7657113486214699708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7657113486214699708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7657113486214699708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-always-choice-to-be-happy.html' title='It is always a choice to be happy'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6995554148853636302</id><published>2009-11-16T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:45:33.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purge</title><content type='html'>It felt good to purge the things that you do not need anymore. Old magazines, old files, old books, and all that trash that is piled up in the cabinet. Now I can make more space for the new books. Just getting rid of all that clutter made me feel good. I felt the cleaning exercise is good for my soul. Purge. Purge. Purge. One should take the time to throw away the garbage that has accumulated through the years. Let go of that junk. When you haven't missed it in a year, have not used it for a year, have not looked at it for sometime... you know it is time to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I get this inspiration, you might ask? Well from Clean House! We really need to un-clutter our place to make that space for the things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pala hinahanap ko na word to describe it e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6995554148853636302?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6995554148853636302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6995554148853636302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6995554148853636302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6995554148853636302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/purge.html' title='Purge'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3234981836295893263</id><published>2009-11-16T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:28:46.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees do not strain to grow</title><content type='html'>I remember the peach tree in Kung Fu Panda when I received this message. We cannot tell the tree to grow. It just grows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3234981836295893263?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3234981836295893263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3234981836295893263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3234981836295893263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3234981836295893263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/trees-do-not-strain-to-grow.html' title='Trees do not strain to grow'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-9091189783682335654</id><published>2009-11-08T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:39:42.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isay's purple blouse</title><content type='html'>When I go to the office, I usually wear my nuetral colors, black, brown, white-- as a sort of uniform colors for me and my wardrobe. Occasionally I wear my red blouse-- but it is a bit old now. The color is a bit faded (kupas na ika nga). Then there was this day I got a chance to buy this purple a bit shiny purple blouse. I loved it when I saw it. I tried it on and it fits. Very well I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that shopping spree, the blouse just hang in my clothes rack. I saw it everyday as I choose my usual black and browns. In my mind oh no i might not be able to wear this ah... well... but Isay love it. She will grab it and wear it like a robe and walk around the house. She claimed it to be her blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many weeks later. About last week, I finally decided to wear it to work. Isay was furious saying  "blouse ko yan!" ( that's my blouse). I just explained that nanay will just wear it to work this time and borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the office, true enough, I was showered with compliments and up till I got home tatay and even manang approved my wearing this new color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized now that indeed, we should not be afraid to wear our colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-9091189783682335654?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/9091189783682335654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=9091189783682335654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/9091189783682335654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/9091189783682335654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/isays-purple-blouse.html' title='Isay&apos;s purple blouse'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8962707228948520335</id><published>2009-11-08T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:29:37.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful</title><content type='html'>I am once again reminded that the greatest power in the Universe is to express your gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I am thankful for all the blessings that I continue to receive in life. I will continue the reason why I made this blog in the first place... that this will serve as the record of the many good things in life that I am blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup continues to overflow with blessings. I am amazed that once a few moons ago some of the things that are manifesting in my life right now are just thoughts. But now they are reality. There is wisdom indeed that when you pray you need to be specific for what you pray for. But we all know that God is not a vending machine. He really wants to bless us. We just need to ask. if there is one prayer that we can pray many many times over in the course of the day-- that is to say "Thank You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for my family who continually gives me unconditional love and my source of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank you for Isay. Who often reminds me "it's OK Nanay". She has said this to many times over at the most appropriate time. She is such an old soul.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank you for my hubby who is the most wonderful friend, lover, companion, and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank you for friends far and wide who inspires me to increase our achievement quotient every time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Thank you for good health of my family. There was a time a week or two ago that I had sore throat and I cannot drink water--- that was the ultimate reminder that even the smallest things can give you happiness. I am so happy now that I am able to drink water with my usual globglobglob sound ehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The list will continue on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8962707228948520335?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8962707228948520335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8962707228948520335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8962707228948520335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8962707228948520335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/grateful.html' title='grateful'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3308724484987719283</id><published>2009-11-07T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:13:29.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga araw sa tag ulan</title><content type='html'>ultimately supposedly our reflections will lead to the re-discovery of our true passions in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3308724484987719283?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3308724484987719283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3308724484987719283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3308724484987719283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3308724484987719283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='mga araw sa tag ulan'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1845699095895444895</id><published>2009-11-07T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:41:38.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me gusta vacaciones</title><content type='html'>This week we finished Spanish class for the year. Next year I hope to continue on with my intermediate classes. The classes are so fun and funny. The last memory of the words that are still ringing in my ear is I want to go on a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1845699095895444895?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1845699095895444895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1845699095895444895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1845699095895444895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1845699095895444895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-gusta-vacaciones.html' title='me gusta vacaciones'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-309022844408128825</id><published>2009-11-07T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:38:22.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumangon ka</title><content type='html'>We were watching Go negosyo about Balaw balaw. The owner is sharing about the business. He said: darating ang mga araw na parang ayaw mo na, wag mo lang pansinin, tapos bumangon ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple napaka simple. bumangon ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-309022844408128825?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/309022844408128825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=309022844408128825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/309022844408128825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/309022844408128825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/bumangon-ka.html' title='Bumangon ka'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4639427902447939190</id><published>2009-11-07T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:15:06.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Team</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I wrote in this blog. I think it came to pass that I've been to the desert in my writing and sharing. Life went on and the world kept turning. It felt like I was dead yet I was alive. Many things happened the past months. Big things small things. sometimes the smallest things are the ones that give me such inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt today that I received a message. He told me. I heard from someone He sent His word. "Whatever you do, wherever you are God wants you in His Team".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was moved to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now share again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4639427902447939190?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4639427902447939190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4639427902447939190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4639427902447939190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4639427902447939190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/11/his-team.html' title='His Team'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1537532785139756329</id><published>2009-06-06T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:39:57.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinVwuCm5MI/AAAAAAAABmA/up9L1yXS3co/s1600-h/melo+and+jaz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinVwuCm5MI/AAAAAAAABmA/up9L1yXS3co/s400/melo+and+jaz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344037465821209794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinVwg6CJSI/AAAAAAAABl4/k9vUHjvaN7w/s1600-h/melo+and+jaz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinVwg6CJSI/AAAAAAAABl4/k9vUHjvaN7w/s400/melo+and+jaz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344037462295586082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among the photos I recently took, these are one of my most favorite. The two are the Ninong and Ninang of our daughter. We have been witness to their love story and we are very happy for them. On this day, I am once again reaffirmed that love really finds a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!!! We love you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1537532785139756329?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1537532785139756329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1537532785139756329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1537532785139756329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1537532785139756329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/photos-by.html' title='Photos by'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinVwuCm5MI/AAAAAAAABmA/up9L1yXS3co/s72-c/melo+and+jaz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6932918331265180421</id><published>2009-06-06T10:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:01:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinPh6-Xb8I/AAAAAAAABlw/ILOxVYz8vrk/s1600-h/sansuepage2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinPh6-Xb8I/AAAAAAAABlw/ILOxVYz8vrk/s400/sansuepage2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344030614525276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinPhqnfnOI/AAAAAAAABlo/5nX-cb2cAfU/s1600-h/invitation+in+final+hard+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinPhqnfnOI/AAAAAAAABlo/5nX-cb2cAfU/s400/invitation+in+final+hard+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344030610134375650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a while since I shared my thoughts in this blog. Many things has happened in the past months that has changed the immediate direction of my life and have in a way changed the course of our lives in general. But despite the many changes and the inner emotional landscapes that I had to tread, my compass remains to be my family and friends, my relationships that keep me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to receive this invitation from our artist Ninang sa Kasal Susan. We have visited them in HK last 2007 and hopefully will be visiting them soon. We may not be able to visit in the next couple of days but we want to extend our love by sending this small note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I want honor Susan as she has been one of my most inspiring mentors in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending my love to you Susan and Mike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6932918331265180421?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6932918331265180421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6932918331265180421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6932918331265180421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6932918331265180421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SinPh6-Xb8I/AAAAAAAABlw/ILOxVYz8vrk/s72-c/sansuepage2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4932063357201257155</id><published>2009-04-04T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:27:33.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SdcYfm7x_9I/AAAAAAAABlg/9Gy-qi4D86s/s1600-h/Netherlands+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SdcYfm7x_9I/AAAAAAAABlg/9Gy-qi4D86s/s400/Netherlands+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320748416067829714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my most favorite pictures from the hundreds I took when I was in the Netherlands. It reminds me of the cold weather that I love to hate. The novelty of landscape calling me take a walk despite the cold. And I did! Yes I did! I love those paths which I followed while staring at the moat. That is a true blue moat just like the ones you hear from fairytale. My time there was short but sweet and in hindsight bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4932063357201257155?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4932063357201257155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4932063357201257155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4932063357201257155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4932063357201257155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-one-of-my-most-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SdcYfm7x_9I/AAAAAAAABlg/9Gy-qi4D86s/s72-c/Netherlands+2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-833186337925808297</id><published>2009-03-18T06:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:52:35.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend warrioring in Europe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/ScAo9IvxL6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/F6yg34reb60/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/ScAo9IvxL6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/F6yg34reb60/s400/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314292591082155938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/ScAo8mdMxhI/AAAAAAAABkI/ml_nScqWWt4/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/ScAo8mdMxhI/AAAAAAAABkI/ml_nScqWWt4/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314292581877466642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overwhelmed is an understatement. It was a dream come true indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still here in Wageningen Netherlands. I will write more about my trip to Paris and Milan in future post. I just want to share that it was a fantastic weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-833186337925808297?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/833186337925808297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=833186337925808297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/833186337925808297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/833186337925808297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-warrioring-in-europe.html' title='weekend warrioring in Europe'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/ScAo9IvxL6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/F6yg34reb60/s72-c/IMG_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-508666159801628720</id><published>2009-03-10T04:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:34:18.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbV8WDnqt5I/AAAAAAAABkA/0AROfaAmM8k/s1600-h/P3070049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbV8WDnqt5I/AAAAAAAABkA/0AROfaAmM8k/s400/P3070049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311288053924018066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbV8VuvuEKI/AAAAAAAABj4/rCIqHH7PLbk/s1600-h/P3070033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbV8VuvuEKI/AAAAAAAABj4/rCIqHH7PLbk/s400/P3070033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311288048320647330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that get better with age. I love cheese. I was so excited to see them at the open market last Saturday here at Wageningen, Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things do get better after allowing the process to take place. Letting things age. Learning, contemplating and ponder. I also discovered that indeed this is my learning style. I need space and time to reflect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-508666159801628720?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/508666159801628720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=508666159801628720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/508666159801628720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/508666159801628720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheese.html' title='Cheese'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbV8WDnqt5I/AAAAAAAABkA/0AROfaAmM8k/s72-c/P3070049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4081091869627843657</id><published>2009-03-08T05:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:51:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLp96MKMYI/AAAAAAAABhw/46XHaxaoic8/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLp96MKMYI/AAAAAAAABhw/46XHaxaoic8/s400/Picture+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310564160424784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The past two months of the year was one of the many turning points in my journey. Events went by too fast that I can hardly reflect on what has taken shape. The other day when we were assigned to be the critical thinking group doing reflection in a sense propelled me to ponder on my own realizations as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An unexamined life is not worth living" as Socrates and many others before me have valued the exercise of learning from lifes lessons. Traveling and being away from family and routine has in a way made my spirit restless but I believe this is meant to be in a good way. An awareness that seeks to be acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we evolve into a new person albeit in the outside everything seems to be the same. Being away from the people closest to your heart is a challenge. The beauty in this is that one is reminded that they are your treasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the blessings indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing Isay and tatay Amats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4081091869627843657?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4081091869627843657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4081091869627843657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4081091869627843657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4081091869627843657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey.html' title='journey'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLp96MKMYI/AAAAAAAABhw/46XHaxaoic8/s72-c/Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7245840720015445797</id><published>2009-03-08T05:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:38:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity in Diversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnyFRV_8I/AAAAAAAABho/j88Li1D23lo/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnyFRV_8I/AAAAAAAABho/j88Li1D23lo/s400/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310561758217633730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnxmJw9PI/AAAAAAAABhg/jvnjj0zbeak/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnxmJw9PI/AAAAAAAABhg/jvnjj0zbeak/s400/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310561749864346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnxglcXTI/AAAAAAAABhY/a8R4vcnzOtU/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnxglcXTI/AAAAAAAABhY/a8R4vcnzOtU/s400/Picture+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310561748369825074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the class getting ready for the group picture. Actually there are 3 groups of 22 people each doing simultaneous PPME. I only remember my group's name Pomona the others I cannot hard spell or even pronounce. Almost all of the developing countries are there but more than half of the class are from Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7245840720015445797?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7245840720015445797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7245840720015445797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7245840720015445797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7245840720015445797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/unity-in-diversity.html' title='Unity in Diversity'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLnyFRV_8I/AAAAAAAABho/j88Li1D23lo/s72-c/Picture+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6407416250861528121</id><published>2009-03-08T05:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:26:14.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Philippine Delegation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLkTjk3A8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/I1JLINpYdXg/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLkTjk3A8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/I1JLINpYdXg/s400/Picture+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310557935241724866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are only four of us from the Philippines. There are only 3 women representing the 3 sectors. The three women are from the government, NGO and the private sector. The lone male is a representative of Mindanao also from an NGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batsheba in green terno, Ian in barong and Laarni in modernized barong. I love the Ifugao traditional tribal dress. Thank you Maye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6407416250861528121?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6407416250861528121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6407416250861528121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6407416250861528121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6407416250861528121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/philippine-delegation.html' title='The Philippine Delegation'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLkTjk3A8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/I1JLINpYdXg/s72-c/Picture+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8980901076043309260</id><published>2009-03-08T05:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:13:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the old and the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiSSKFJFI/AAAAAAAABhA/DLmx5s1zwEo/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiSSKFJFI/AAAAAAAABhA/DLmx5s1zwEo/s400/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555714362877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a traditional house. the photo was taken during dusk that is why it was a bit dark but I still like this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiSADzNmI/AAAAAAAABg4/HLwWrW4GVFY/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiSADzNmI/AAAAAAAABg4/HLwWrW4GVFY/s400/Picture+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555709504697954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are cafes I think because I saw some people dining inside there. Initially I thought is was something like a modern gallery or something. There are a mix of the old and the new in this university town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiRjww6wI/AAAAAAAABgw/x2H1vx8uAlU/s1600-h/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiRjww6wI/AAAAAAAABgw/x2H1vx8uAlU/s400/Picture+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555701908663042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are students cycling up and down to get to their classes very similar to the set up of UPLB. This last photo is the main shopping area which is about 2 blocks away from where we are staying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8980901076043309260?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8980901076043309260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8980901076043309260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8980901076043309260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8980901076043309260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-and-new.html' title='the old and the new'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbLiSSKFJFI/AAAAAAAABhA/DLmx5s1zwEo/s72-c/Picture+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2631058097206199861</id><published>2009-03-07T06:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:14:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guided Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgCJIQ_hI/AAAAAAAABgo/oWEC-V9zhpY/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgCJIQ_hI/AAAAAAAABgo/oWEC-V9zhpY/s400/Picture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310201394317295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgBg508OI/AAAAAAAABgg/xGXo-SOsw6g/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgBg508OI/AAAAAAAABgg/xGXo-SOsw6g/s400/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310201383519318242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgBYBKBfI/AAAAAAAABgY/cBPqbwy-XGY/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgBYBKBfI/AAAAAAAABgY/cBPqbwy-XGY/s400/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310201381134140914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgA2d4qUI/AAAAAAAABgQ/KJqMunph7_4/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgA2d4qUI/AAAAAAAABgQ/KJqMunph7_4/s400/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310201372127832386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgAm70YPI/AAAAAAAABgI/xl3hYt7HlK0/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgAm70YPI/AAAAAAAABgI/xl3hYt7HlK0/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310201367958413554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gon Van Laar is our guide-- you cant miss her she is the one in red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2631058097206199861?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2631058097206199861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2631058097206199861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2631058097206199861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2631058097206199861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/guide-tour.html' title='Guided Tour'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGgCJIQ_hI/AAAAAAAABgo/oWEC-V9zhpY/s72-c/Picture+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-9014278197447049858</id><published>2009-03-07T06:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:07:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bicycle in the Netherlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGeH7UAL2I/AAAAAAAABgA/-oMDIi-vXIk/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGeH7UAL2I/AAAAAAAABgA/-oMDIi-vXIk/s400/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310199294664388450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGdso_rUJI/AAAAAAAABf4/50zjOLxSO_0/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGdso_rUJI/AAAAAAAABf4/50zjOLxSO_0/s400/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310198825890828434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGdsVRiXkI/AAAAAAAABfw/7Sy57fjj4xI/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGdsVRiXkI/AAAAAAAABfw/7Sy57fjj4xI/s400/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310198820597030466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGdsOKJ-LI/AAAAAAAABfo/tlkVURxwJYU/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGdsOKJ-LI/AAAAAAAABfo/tlkVURxwJYU/s400/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310198818687023282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the most interesting site. I've never seen so many bikes parked outside a train station. Around town, you can see the diversity of bikes. The most interesting ones are the ones with provision for the babies and kids. Hopefully I can catch those in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also saw the smallest car ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-9014278197447049858?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/9014278197447049858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=9014278197447049858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/9014278197447049858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/9014278197447049858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/bicycle-in-netherlands.html' title='bicycle in the Netherlands'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGeH7UAL2I/AAAAAAAABgA/-oMDIi-vXIk/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2364358385671912630</id><published>2009-03-07T05:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:00:36.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hof van Wageningen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGby-FqJ8I/AAAAAAAABfg/-TSVPjAx4a0/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGby-FqJ8I/AAAAAAAABfg/-TSVPjAx4a0/s400/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310196735609022402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGbyRgSQAI/AAAAAAAABfY/MGHfQTZgg8A/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGbyRgSQAI/AAAAAAAABfY/MGHfQTZgg8A/s400/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310196723641106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we are having our fellowship training on Participatory Planning, Monitoring and Evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first time that I was able to see a "moat" as in a really moat like the ones you have in the fairytale castles. Amazing! I can see that moat everytime I look out my window from my very small room (I am guessing because we need to conserve the heat--save energy). It was 7 degrees the other day when I went out for a quick walk to the store to buy a adaptor plug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town is like a fortress or a walled city like Intramuros in Manila. The walls have come down but the beautiful moats are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wageningen pronounced as &lt;vakeniken&gt; with matching wahhk of the throat. It is a University town here in NL. It reminded me of my days in UPLB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2364358385671912630?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2364358385671912630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2364358385671912630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2364358385671912630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2364358385671912630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/hof-van-wageningen.html' title='Hof van Wageningen'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SbGby-FqJ8I/AAAAAAAABfg/-TSVPjAx4a0/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8306056938856222941</id><published>2009-03-03T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:32:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Saz4bXbkdpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0HAZ3bd4F6g/s1600-h/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308891209792779922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Saz4bXbkdpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0HAZ3bd4F6g/s400/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Saz4bKR5ALI/AAAAAAAABfI/e7XzIoBYlcw/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308891206262522034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Saz4bKR5ALI/AAAAAAAABfI/e7XzIoBYlcw/s400/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from the 7th floor here at Hof van Wageningen hotel where we are having our training on Participatory Planning Monitoring and Evaluation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is cold outside about ~10degrees celcius. I watched BBC weather ang it is snowing in the UK about 5cm of snow expected. But there is no snow here. We are warm here inside. But it is cold outside. We have a walking schedule late today at 5pm. Grrrrr &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok time for tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8306056938856222941?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8306056938856222941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8306056938856222941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8306056938856222941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8306056938856222941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-view-from-7th-floor-here-at-hof.html' title='10degrees'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Saz4bXbkdpI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0HAZ3bd4F6g/s72-c/IMG_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6491607063444918966</id><published>2009-03-03T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:57:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazite06YVI/AAAAAAAABfA/tj-P4VcNZJg/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867331759956306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazite06YVI/AAAAAAAABfA/tj-P4VcNZJg/s400/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SazitGygAoI/AAAAAAAABe4/EgIFPG2sTuw/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867325307388546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SazitGygAoI/AAAAAAAABe4/EgIFPG2sTuw/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SazitG9S5cI/AAAAAAAABew/CTue8YmMq4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867325352666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SazitG9S5cI/AAAAAAAABew/CTue8YmMq4Y/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a huge breakfast of scrambled eggs and lots of kiwi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6491607063444918966?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6491607063444918966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6491607063444918966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6491607063444918966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6491607063444918966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakfast-day-2.html' title='Breakfast Day 2'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazite06YVI/AAAAAAAABfA/tj-P4VcNZJg/s72-c/IMG_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1946787760713888451</id><published>2009-03-03T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:54:41.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam Train System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazhb685yCI/AAAAAAAABeo/qkq4kW4OCvU/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308865930560391202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazhb685yCI/AAAAAAAABeo/qkq4kW4OCvU/s400/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazhb6C0kJI/AAAAAAAABeg/o4ZIyY9KKAo/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308865930316779666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazhb6C0kJI/AAAAAAAABeg/o4ZIyY9KKAo/s400/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SazhbrQ7QGI/AAAAAAAABeY/AxNpifU3Ah0/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308865926349406306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SazhbrQ7QGI/AAAAAAAABeY/AxNpifU3Ah0/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at around 7 pm at the Schipol Aiport in Amsterdam. I am with Batshe from Dept of Agri,, Laarni from a consultancy firm then Ian from MinCode in Mindanao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got out train tickets direct to Wageningen for 8 pm just in time. The photo above is at platform 3 ( not 3/4 like Harry) I was half expecting to run trhough walls but nahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing it was a direct trip we were still going to catch bus 88 at Ede-Wageningen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1946787760713888451?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1946787760713888451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1946787760713888451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1946787760713888451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1946787760713888451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/amsterdam-train-system.html' title='Amsterdam Train System'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/Sazhb685yCI/AAAAAAAABeo/qkq4kW4OCvU/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1861163954123559606</id><published>2009-03-03T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:57:21.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Netherlands</title><content type='html'>I am here at Wagenngen Netherlands. Arrived here yesterday evening after a 14 hour direct flight to Amsterdam. Then an hour train ride via Utrech to Ede Wageningen worth 14.50 euros and then bus to here for 2.40 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 Pinoys here attending this 3 week fellowship. Mostly African, other countries include Brazil, Nepal, India, etc. will tell you all more about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehey!!! finally in Europe for free!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many things happened this past two months that I was not able to share to all of you. Many great beginings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to give daily updates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1861163954123559606?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1861163954123559606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1861163954123559606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1861163954123559606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1861163954123559606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/netherlands.html' title='The Netherlands'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3229647208932010426</id><published>2008-12-17T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:00:45.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While on the train  yesterday going back from my tiangge shopping for Christmas, my thoughts once again revolved around what I should get for my inaanak, my family, my nephew etc etc. And while I was also on checking out the stalls looking something I cant find anything that I want. At the end of the day, I had a huge bag of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought maybe I should be really clear of what I want. It would be really easy to shop if I have a clear idea in mind what I need and want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here goes my list. I am just putting this out there for the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nikon D300 digital SLR camera- for the longest time I've been wanting to have a digital slr camera and been putting off buying one. Depending on our budget I might look into the Nikon D60 in Quiapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A compact digicam-- I want something that I can put in my small purse kind of camera aside from the dslr. This is truly indulging in my photography geekyness hehehe but want to catch those special moments wherever I find myself be it be in the palengke or a playdate in UP eating fish balls. This digicam is preferably water resist to 30meters as well so I can bring it with me to the beach and diving expeditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A pelican for all these gears of course when I am outdoors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Round trip tickets to Europe for Tatay, Baby and I to visit Ate Rose and Kuya Per in Sweden. Visit Vincent and Joy and the new baby in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aerosole shoes both flat and heels  (but not too high)even though I am always in my TNF shoes I love the idea that once in a while I can wear a real nice pair of heels. Maybe thow in a pair of dancing shoes as well since I'll be having my dance class regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. TNF jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be making up a list for Baby soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarap din mangarap :) libre naman di vah? kaya dadagdagan ko pa yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3229647208932010426?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3229647208932010426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3229647208932010426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3229647208932010426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3229647208932010426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1647240941548457211</id><published>2008-12-17T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:25:21.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessing received today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is a great day. I received a present from the Universe something that I've been wishing will soon be manifested in a couple of months. I will tell you more about it next year when it happens. I realized that it happened because I was able to receive the help of special people. I want to truly from the bottom of my heart thank you all today. You know who you are. I will be writing about this particular blessing next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wanted to say thank you to the Universe. And always be reminded in the future that life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salamat kay God :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1647240941548457211?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1647240941548457211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1647240941548457211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1647240941548457211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1647240941548457211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessing-received-today.html' title='blessing received today'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2025021688620632665</id><published>2008-12-15T22:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:02:21.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I haven't shared my thoughts in this blog. But I've been wanting to write most of them. So many things happening at the same time. Because the memories seem to fade with time and we always tend to forget the little details that is why I've been meaning to have them written down. Only a journal can help me remember the simple, ordinary and mundane things that gives me so much joy. When I come back to read them, each detail is like a morsel which I can enjoy like small nuggets of my favorite chocolate mints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Sunday morning, I got up really early to make it to my 7am Pilates and dance class date with Rolyn my dentist friend. Thanks to her, I discovered the Pilates and the Belly Dancing Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I snuck out of the house while Tatay and Baby are still asleep. Well, Tatay Amats was still half- asleep when I mentioned that I will be out for the most part of the morning. So there I was out of the house a few minutes before 7am on a Sunday morning. I thought it would be hard to get up since we love to sleep in specially during the weekends. But I was really happy to be up and about wearing my quick dry shirt  I only put on during climbs and comfortable old pair of jogging pants on my way to my dance class. I can't remember when was the last time I had dance class. It was a happy thought that I am indeed going to one this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a light morning breeze and the air was cool. The sun was just up in the horizon with a nice warm glow over the trees. I remembered the time when I was always out on hiking trips every weekend. I actually miss my weekend warrioring days. My wanderlust still is in my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I arrived early but there was the earlier dance class so I took some time to do some brisk walking around the park for warm up. I was amazed at the number of people awake and enjoying the early Sunday morning. I thought, we are missing this wonderful hour to spend time outdoors. People from all ages were there: joggers, martial arts and arnis students, families with the grand parents, old and young running, walking their dog, teens playing ball and even small babies sleeping under trees. I smiled at the sight of all these people doing their own thing as I walk around enjoying the cool morning air. I felt alive and awakened in a familiar kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then later I found Rolyn, Hannah and Rodney's mom already at hall. While waiting for the Belly dancing class, I joined the Pilates class for a short while but did not go through the whole routine. It was hard it reminded me of my lost Pilates workout dvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really happy to be dancing with women double my age but there were also a few much younger than me. It was a mixed group of women who seem to really love dancing. Everyone has their dance gear for belly dancing: that wrap around skirt with the coin-like tassels which is the signature piece of belly dancers. It was really fun to be with this group even though I don't have my dance gear yet they welcome me into the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dance routine was as fun and happy as I expected it to be. But what surprised me is that it was indeed a great workout. I found myself with stitches on the side during the session. It was about an hour of classic belly dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next hour, we had some Polynesian dance routines (where the dance steps were very familiar because I had classes when I was in kindergarten) and the last hour was devoted to what they called Brazilian dance.  But I felt it looked very much like Capoeira moves. I was really exhausted at the end. I was very much impressed with the older women twice my age who just danced away without a blink literally. This goes to show how I really need the exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance class ended with people still smiling and sweating. I came up to ask the instructor about the dance gear. Really enjoyed myself and even entertained the idea of the recital next year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got myself the full gear for belly dancing! Now I am hooked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2025021688620632665?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2025021688620632665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2025021688620632665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2025021688620632665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2025021688620632665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-sunday-morning.html' title='early sunday morning'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-49613132827296653</id><published>2008-12-10T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:21:46.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasko na naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been pondering about how we collectively and individually celebrate Christmas. I chanced upon a blog that inspired me to write some thoughts about the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually it is a time of giving and receiving. Only birthday I know that even people who are not believers still celebrate. Our manner of celebration varies depending on our beliefs and upbringing. But for the majority there seems to be a constant: "gift" as tokens of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized the truth of the saying: to be able to give love, you have to have love in your heart. Your love tank at least should be refilled when we continuously do the business of being human. Christmas is a great opportunity to give love and receive love as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I observed that most people busy shopping have a list of people that they need to buy gifts. Some people even made it to a science on how to shop, wrap and deliver gifts to the long list of family, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inaanak&lt;/span&gt;, workmates and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what struck me with this routine was that rarely do we see people have a clear list of what they want for themselves. A blog of young lady that I regularly read because of her levelheadedness, quirky and well written thoughts gave me some perspective. She is one of those people that seem to have it all but in a well adjusted kind of way. I've seen her list for this year which is more of need than wants. But what was inspiring is for her to share these with a note of "not-expecting-anyone-to-buy-me-these-note". But there she published it. She just put it there for the Universe to bring to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A balanced perspective I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-49613132827296653?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/49613132827296653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=49613132827296653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/49613132827296653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/49613132827296653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasko-na-naman.html' title='Pasko na naman'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-978341945186439979</id><published>2008-12-06T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:28:02.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anak, My Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have resisted talking about being a mom. I guess the resistance comes from the fact that it is too close to the heart. And to write about it in this blog lets say that it's in a manner of speaking to make oneself vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raising a child is indeed a great responsibility. Now I am being taught the lessons of life by my child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She teaches me patience 24/7. Potty training is still a struggle. Its 1:25am in the wee hours of the morning and we are awake trying to clean up her nappy half asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She teaches me how to be selfless, truly thinking of another before thinking of myself. Buying clothes and shoes for her is a joy not a task. It is a joy to see her eat well  specially when she tries to get that morsel about to enter my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She opens my eyes to the wonder of very ordinary things. The joy of discovery and learning the most basic things. It was pure joy to hear her count, identify shapes and colors, connecting that the letter W is the symbol of Wonder Pets saying Hi to Mingming whenever she sees the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She teaches me to be respectful. Saying "sorry" even if it was my mistake. I am truly humbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She teaches me to face the challenge of being a good parent. Her tantrums are a reflection of my own actions. I am ashamed of some of the things that she saw. But sometimes my guard is down but still it is not an excuse to not be vigilant always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many many more daily challenges that we try to overcome. There are also many small victories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I would be an excellent parent,  that "I will be that" and "I will not be that" because I've seen it done. But life will just surprise you. I thought being an aunt will prepare me for parenthood. But I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still  I look forward to the many years that my anak will teach me. I look forward to the many memories that we will make together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you anak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-978341945186439979?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/978341945186439979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=978341945186439979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/978341945186439979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/978341945186439979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-anak-my-teacher.html' title='My Anak, My Teacher'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7765013366063170005</id><published>2008-11-04T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:21:41.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expedition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPz_-PgSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Rf3iBhS5Hvo/s1600-h/ogie_divegear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPz_-PgSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Rf3iBhS5Hvo/s400/ogie_divegear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264725350416351522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPzuMS28I/AAAAAAAABHI/_4T9qT-ZtmM/s1600-h/ging_sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPzuMS28I/AAAAAAAABHI/_4T9qT-ZtmM/s400/ging_sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264725345643453378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPzqvF5MI/AAAAAAAABHA/F6l-fjJzpKA/s1600-h/dive+tanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPzqvF5MI/AAAAAAAABHA/F6l-fjJzpKA/s400/dive+tanks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264725344715662530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPzmGXYqI/AAAAAAAABG4/qzRD-FtdIaI/s1600-h/boats_medel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPzmGXYqI/AAAAAAAABG4/qzRD-FtdIaI/s400/boats_medel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264725343471100578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got back from my trip to the US, I had back to back workshops one at UP then right after that a video coral monitoring, diving expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I haven't recovered yet from jet lag I think. But it was worth it to see the ocean again. I love diving. I love my work. I just wish that I can spend more time in the field than indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the expedition. The divers are from all over the country from many different project sites. We were there to learn more about video monitoring. There were lots of work-- manual labor because we need to deploy transect blocks plus monitor the fish and corals. There were 3 teams of 5 people each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very tight schedule with 3 sites to be monitored with at least 6 transect readings of 50meters each. We were exhausted (is an understatement) because we need to review the videos at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of these, we had some defective equipment (very risky when diving as you life depends on your equipment). Then on top of that there was a brewing storm "Igme" at that time. Emotions and exhaustion got the best of me when I returned to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love what I do. I still miss the ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7765013366063170005?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7765013366063170005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7765013366063170005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7765013366063170005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7765013366063170005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/expedition.html' title='expedition'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SRAPz_-PgSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Rf3iBhS5Hvo/s72-c/ogie_divegear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2561112295897066645</id><published>2008-11-04T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:50:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past weekend was a time for me to reflect again on death and dying. Nov 1 is the time of year that we remember those who passed away. Remembering our family and friends who have departed this Earth is always always melancholy. It reminds me of many things and more than that the many lesser deaths that we experience everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last week of October seem to fill me with many reminders of loved ones who passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some truths are unbelievable than fiction sometimes. My lola who died in 1988 just got her lapida (tombstone). I only realized the past weeks that it would be her 20th death anniversary this coming Nov 30th.  I dont know whose fault it is but in her original lapida something was wrong typo error of some sort that I cant exactly recall. Many years has passed and it was only this year that a lapida finally marked where she was buried. It was a mix of emotions for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was wondering and I cant even hide my disappointment to my father. I was wondering whose obligation was it to be responsible of making sure that my lola's grave was marked? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also it has been 4 years since my Tita has died and her grave was still unmarked until last Nov 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then last Oct 29th my phone reminded me that it is the birthday of one of my closest friend who died recently Rex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these thoughts has been running through my mind while I stare at the candle burn away on that Saturday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind drifted to the many lesser deaths that we encounter everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a good friend moves away to relocate to another home. You never get to see them more often and it seems a lesser death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you move on from one work to another. You leave behind co-workers and friends and the home that you made there like what I felt when I left Palawan after working there for a year. it felt like a lesser death. Tears came flowing at that time. it seems that clouds would not go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again things happen for a reason. A design that we cannot fully grasp until it is revealed to us. These lesser deaths made me strong, taught me a lesson and even with the thought of my own immortality, in an uncanny way, made me resolve to live a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;urging me to make every moment count. realize that life is finite and even so with the lesser deaths, we strive to live it to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2561112295897066645?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2561112295897066645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2561112295897066645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2561112295897066645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2561112295897066645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/deaths.html' title='Deaths'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7016085758555974102</id><published>2008-09-26T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:00:00.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking at the Arboretum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_HopY_5I/AAAAAAAABGY/_DrZnWrjX5g/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_HopY_5I/AAAAAAAABGY/_DrZnWrjX5g/s400/DSC03233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249999928521457554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_IHoWwaI/AAAAAAAABGg/Q0x37FTg3Fc/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_IHoWwaI/AAAAAAAABGg/Q0x37FTg3Fc/s400/DSC03236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249999936838615458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_I5ueE4I/AAAAAAAABGo/OBNnlfLhSaQ/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_I5ueE4I/AAAAAAAABGo/OBNnlfLhSaQ/s400/DSC03237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249999950286033794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_JWeFdMI/AAAAAAAABGw/X2uE5k8fMKs/s1600-h/DSC03238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_JWeFdMI/AAAAAAAABGw/X2uE5k8fMKs/s400/DSC03238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249999958001939650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This map is definitely not drawn to scale! But it will give you an idea where we paddled along. We went to the East going into Lake Washington and decided to explore the arboretum which is actually a park. But here, you it was not indicated the many boats that we encountered along the way. Before reaching that small passage we had to literally cross the lake and go to the other side because it is like driving we need to stay on the right. My muscles were stiff and my heart pounding. Even with the cool air I can feel the sweat beads on my forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We encountered several boat while passing that small canal were we had difficulty balancing the kayak because of the wake. it was more like wake boarding while kayaking hehehe. Anyway, before reaching the arboretum, we paddled under the freeway! Could you imagine that all these happening while the afternoon traffic is speeding on the freeway. Eventually we had some rest when we arrived near the park. There were families with children spending time at bank of the lake. I wasn't able to take a lot of pictures because of course my hands holding the paddle and feet are busy stirring the rudder. We had to completely stop and reach for the dry bag and carefully take out the camera to take these shots! It was challenging to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But all is well and we got to enjoy and relax when we reach the arboretum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way back we passed by UW (locally pronounced you-dub) buti na lang I watch Kyle xy kaya alam ko kung pano ito i-pronounce ng mga local. We passed by their zoological boat. It was late afternoon and almost 2 1/2 hours passed, the sun was glaring. I realized that I need to get a pair of good shades.  The guys were waiting for us "the slowboat este kayak" in every major bend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With aching arms we parked and returned the kayak and ready for a big dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7016085758555974102?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7016085758555974102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7016085758555974102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7016085758555974102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7016085758555974102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/kayaking-at-arboretum.html' title='Kayaking at the Arboretum'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu_HopY_5I/AAAAAAAABGY/_DrZnWrjX5g/s72-c/DSC03233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4080399434901955996</id><published>2008-09-26T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:34:42.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi biro na Kayak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5fIgblYI/AAAAAAAABGA/19PW0flFfpM/s1600-h/DSC03227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5fIgblYI/AAAAAAAABGA/19PW0flFfpM/s400/DSC03227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249993735141037442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here we go! All geared up with life vest and our skirts, we headed to the dock. We got two double kayaks. What I was afraid of when paddling in a busy lake are the big boats that will pass you by and leave behind a huge wake, making it difficult to maintain your balance in the kayak. Not to mention the probability of turning over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5fiGJlDI/AAAAAAAABGI/dxmPg9QLAss/s1600-h/DSC03228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5fiGJlDI/AAAAAAAABGI/dxmPg9QLAss/s400/DSC03228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249993742010127410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were given an orientation on how to operate the Kayak and some safety guidelines. Out in the lake the bigger boats have the right of way. Suffice it to say that we are at the bottom of the totem pole. So if ever a boat comes passing by we need to think and paddle fast to be out of the way! At this point my heart was pounding just looking at how huge and busy the lake is. This is going to be one challenging afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5gS9C4HI/AAAAAAAABGQ/OZiQvix0z04/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5gS9C4HI/AAAAAAAABGQ/OZiQvix0z04/s400/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249993755125276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This kayak has rudders which make it more complicated than the sit-on-top kayak that most resorts have here in the Philippines. Here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.kayakhelp.com/outfitting-your-kayak/rudders-and-skegs.php"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; where you will know more about operating this kind of kayaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are instructed how to properly board the kayak. You have to hold down the paddle on your back half of it on the dock and half of it on the kayak to maintain balance while you try to shoot yourself inside while holding onto the paddle. Wheeew! And that is just getting inside the kayak mind you. See the rim around our seats? That is where we will attach our kayak skirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4080399434901955996?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4080399434901955996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4080399434901955996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4080399434901955996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4080399434901955996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/hindi-biro-na-kayak.html' title='hindi biro na Kayak'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu5fIgblYI/AAAAAAAABGA/19PW0flFfpM/s72-c/DSC03227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3143299815591270642</id><published>2008-09-26T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:11:52.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayak skirts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3C2N_HII/AAAAAAAABFo/1F7G5bGlLrc/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3C2N_HII/AAAAAAAABFo/1F7G5bGlLrc/s400/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249991050172243074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3DO2xrgI/AAAAAAAABFw/6DlxPwbb9zI/s1600-h/DSC03224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3DO2xrgI/AAAAAAAABFw/6DlxPwbb9zI/s400/DSC03224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249991056785780226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3D7O1caI/AAAAAAAABF4/X3ewKvmdN9Q/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3D7O1caI/AAAAAAAABF4/X3ewKvmdN9Q/s400/DSC03225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249991068697850274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had to wear this Kayak skirts. I've tried Kayaking before in Palawan at Dos Palmas, then in Coron, and also in the lagoons of El Nido. I know it is a bit tiring for the arms but I've always enjoyed all my Kayak expeditions. But all of them before was sit-on-top type of kayaks and we always have a back up boat just in case. But little did I expect that this was a more serious Kayaking expedition in the fresh waters of Lake Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3143299815591270642?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3143299815591270642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3143299815591270642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3143299815591270642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3143299815591270642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/kayak-skirts.html' title='Kayak skirts!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNu3C2N_HII/AAAAAAAABFo/1F7G5bGlLrc/s72-c/DSC03222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2133030241207152574</id><published>2008-09-25T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:01:29.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuybJ8wzmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/188Fm7KY88g/s1600-h/DSC03221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuybJ8wzmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/188Fm7KY88g/s400/DSC03221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985970227433058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lake Washington is the second largest natural lake in the state of Washington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was in Seattle I saw that almost everywhere we go there is water either a view of the ocean or a lake while driving. It would be really nice to have your own boat and explore these. Also observed that people here love the outdoors. They seem more relaxed than the big city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuybb3zXBI/AAAAAAAABFY/blsCAf1AbG0/s1600-h/DSC03220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuybb3zXBI/AAAAAAAABFY/blsCAf1AbG0/s400/DSC03220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985975038467090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lake Washington is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ribbon_lake" title="Ribbon lake"&gt;ribbon lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, which are long, narrow and finger-like. Ribbon lakes were formed thousands of years ago during the ice age through glaciation: as the glacier bulldozed through a valley (glacial trough), it met bands of harder and softer rock. more info from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Washington"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Washington"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuyb6zcn9I/AAAAAAAABFg/ViLKwQzczAM/s1600-h/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuyb6zcn9I/AAAAAAAABFg/ViLKwQzczAM/s400/DSC03219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985983341699026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After having some ice cream early in the afternoon we decided to go Kayaking at Lake Washington. And of course we need to get back to M and L's apartment to put on sunblock and borrow some extra clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2133030241207152574?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2133030241207152574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2133030241207152574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2133030241207152574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2133030241207152574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-washington.html' title='Lake Washington'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNuybJ8wzmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/188Fm7KY88g/s72-c/DSC03221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2762964116421496603</id><published>2008-09-19T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:49:56.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pictorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQpBpEQZI/AAAAAAAABEY/fBuTArC7PMk/s1600-h/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQpBpEQZI/AAAAAAAABEY/fBuTArC7PMk/s400/DSC03198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247556287818121618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQpRXwLFI/AAAAAAAABEg/E4G3faMS5Jk/s1600-h/DSC03199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQpRXwLFI/AAAAAAAABEg/E4G3faMS5Jk/s400/DSC03199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247556292040469586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQp4IN7ZI/AAAAAAAABEo/e5DwUAoSKFs/s1600-h/DSC03196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQp4IN7ZI/AAAAAAAABEo/e5DwUAoSKFs/s400/DSC03196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247556302444293522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQqDsYTsI/AAAAAAAABEw/YW9U4_qdSlg/s1600-h/DSC03197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQqDsYTsI/AAAAAAAABEw/YW9U4_qdSlg/s400/DSC03197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247556305548758722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;while exploring one of the viewpoints in Seattle, we chanced upon a wedding pictorial. I love taking photos of interesting mundane things when people are trying to have that picture perfect shot. I love the children at play and all of the entourage all dolled up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2762964116421496603?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2762964116421496603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2762964116421496603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2762964116421496603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2762964116421496603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictorial.html' title='a pictorial'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNMQpBpEQZI/AAAAAAAABEY/fBuTArC7PMk/s72-c/DSC03198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2019000422210833058</id><published>2008-09-18T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:46:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fremont Street Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQVhwPXI/AAAAAAAABD4/KvuxemsLUC4/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQVhwPXI/AAAAAAAABD4/KvuxemsLUC4/s400/DSC03181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247201820915285362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQkugJRI/AAAAAAAABEA/rusP1C1ceLA/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQkugJRI/AAAAAAAABEA/rusP1C1ceLA/s400/DSC03187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247201824995288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQ4hBYxI/AAAAAAAABEI/AE7J0y3PCVs/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQ4hBYxI/AAAAAAAABEI/AE7J0y3PCVs/s400/DSC03093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247201830307455762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHORC_MLyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/N6AFUTZf7Ug/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHORC_MLyI/AAAAAAAABEQ/N6AFUTZf7Ug/s400/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247201833118347042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2019000422210833058?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2019000422210833058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2019000422210833058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2019000422210833058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2019000422210833058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/fremont-street-art.html' title='Fremont Street Art'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHOQVhwPXI/AAAAAAAABD4/KvuxemsLUC4/s72-c/DSC03181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-2542686377943204636</id><published>2008-09-18T10:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:18:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch at the Center of the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHIeYEczcI/AAAAAAAABDw/po4VpY-7cPs/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHIeYEczcI/AAAAAAAABDw/po4VpY-7cPs/s400/DSC03176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247195465046085058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHDTG8SL6I/AAAAAAAABDo/7CjSEDSa2pA/s1600-h/DSC03173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHDTG8SL6I/AAAAAAAABDo/7CjSEDSa2pA/s400/DSC03173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247189773911732130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seattle's left bank renowned as its most artistically eccentric community, Fremont wavers whimsically somewhere in time between 50's or 60's and the 23rd century (excerpt from the Walking Guide in the photo). Fremont reminds me about Quezon City&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rocket is one of the many street art one can find while walking around Fremont. The rocket monument which marks the official Center of the Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to have lunch with Mike and Le at Fremont's Blue Sushi. Its an authentic sushi bar complete with conveyor belt or kaiten. This was my very first time to eat in a kaiten Japanese restaurant. I realized much later into the meal that the price of the sushi is based on the color of the plate. You can just pick up from the conveyor belt or if you want something specific and cannot find it in the kaiten, you can order it directly from the crew. It was one of the best Japanese food I've tasted in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blue Sushi 2066342575 at 3411 Fremont Ave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-2542686377943204636?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2542686377943204636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=2542686377943204636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2542686377943204636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/2542686377943204636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunch-at-center-of-universe.html' title='lunch at the Center of the Universe'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNHIeYEczcI/AAAAAAAABDw/po4VpY-7cPs/s72-c/DSC03176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4101164541950831456</id><published>2008-09-17T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:09:24.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>write down your dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the title of one of the chapters of&lt;a href="http://bosanchez.ph/god-has-nothing-to-do-with-our-poverty/"&gt; Bo Sanchez&lt;/a&gt; book. Then followed by this quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"There are no limits to the mind except those that we acknowledge&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;--Napoleon Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4101164541950831456?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4101164541950831456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4101164541950831456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4101164541950831456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4101164541950831456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/write-down-your-dreams.html' title='write down your dreams'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5881501895139694855</id><published>2008-09-17T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:06:35.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferry Boat to Bainbridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC46Y2OOQI/AAAAAAAABCg/8xYkkMMH50g/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC46Y2OOQI/AAAAAAAABCg/8xYkkMMH50g/s400/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246896879128426754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC46txTryI/AAAAAAAABCo/x2Otsz5L2MA/s1600-h/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC46txTryI/AAAAAAAABCo/x2Otsz5L2MA/s400/DSC03148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246896884744957730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC47AtWDeI/AAAAAAAABCw/Iwv8oNv7gAE/s1600-h/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC47AtWDeI/AAAAAAAABCw/Iwv8oNv7gAE/s400/DSC03153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246896889828609506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early the next day as in before 8am I think, I met up with Mayang and we set out for a full day's adventure. First on the list is to take the ferry to Bainbridge. It's an island just off the coast of Seattle. The salt water was an energizer. Plus I get a different perspective of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5881501895139694855?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5881501895139694855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5881501895139694855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5881501895139694855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5881501895139694855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/ferry-boat-to-bainbridge.html' title='Ferry Boat to Bainbridge'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNC46Y2OOQI/AAAAAAAABCg/8xYkkMMH50g/s72-c/DSC03147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6635130869231367466</id><published>2008-09-17T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:35:29.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish Ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZA6JoXI/AAAAAAAABBw/q4SfLw8g6OE/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZA6JoXI/AAAAAAAABBw/q4SfLw8g6OE/s400/DSC03133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246888609185374578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;photo by Daisy Flores-Salgado (c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZQKH6-I/AAAAAAAABB4/aTzvp7sV8Bc/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZQKH6-I/AAAAAAAABB4/aTzvp7sV8Bc/s400/DSC03134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246888613278903266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;photo by Daisy Flores-Salgado (c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZtJh70I/AAAAAAAABCA/uxvUwlDGlbM/s1600-h/DSC03138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZtJh70I/AAAAAAAABCA/uxvUwlDGlbM/s400/DSC03138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246888621061041986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At the Fish Ladder, a 21-step water "ladder" allows fish to swim upstream or downstream on a gradual incline, bypassing the locks. Adult salmon return from the sea from June to November, steelhead salmon return to spawn from January through April, and young salmon make their way out to sea in May and June. An underwater viewing gallery lets visitors watch the fish from underwater."&lt;/span&gt; Source from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://gocalifornia.about.com/cs/waseattle/a/wasealocks.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was surprised to see that there is a Fish Ladder under the Locks where you can actually observe the Salmon swim upstream through the underground window which looks like an aquarium but it is not. The locks allow the passage of the Salmon which is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6635130869231367466?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6635130869231367466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6635130869231367466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6635130869231367466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6635130869231367466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/fish-ladder.html' title='The Fish Ladder'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCxZA6JoXI/AAAAAAAABBw/q4SfLw8g6OE/s72-c/DSC03133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6576507674054378659</id><published>2008-09-17T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:21:54.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballard Locks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7HSSP1I/AAAAAAAABBY/At5j6EBbSgU/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7HSSP1I/AAAAAAAABBY/At5j6EBbSgU/s400/DSC03132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246884796966256466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7rr3TCI/AAAAAAAABBg/cac7GnY1WL8/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7rr3TCI/AAAAAAAABBg/cac7GnY1WL8/s400/DSC03126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246884806737218594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7zvEyZI/AAAAAAAABBo/wyhkQy7vtX4/s1600-h/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7zvEyZI/AAAAAAAABBo/wyhkQy7vtX4/s400/DSC03129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246884808898169234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We visited the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiram_M._Chittenden_Locks"&gt;Hiram M. Chittenden Locks &lt;/a&gt;locally known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ballard locks. The locks were made to maintain the fresh water Lake Washington and Lake Union above sea level. Also to prevent the mixing of salt water of Puget Sound with the two lakes or prevent salt water intrusion and to move boats from the water level of the lakes to the water level of Puget sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My uncle who is usually on a hurry was eagerly waiting for the movement of boats and the whole ceremony of closing and opening the locks. I was wondering if he dreams of owning one of those yatch. Later we went to the fish ladder which I will share in the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6576507674054378659?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6576507674054378659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6576507674054378659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6576507674054378659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6576507674054378659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/ballard-locks.html' title='Ballard Locks'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SNCt7HSSP1I/AAAAAAAABBY/At5j6EBbSgU/s72-c/DSC03132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3105270726406930480</id><published>2008-09-14T10:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:46:42.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for Rex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMxzJB5XVrI/AAAAAAAABA4/SR6WwLo3w-M/s1600-h/banahaw_rex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMxzJB5XVrI/AAAAAAAABA4/SR6WwLo3w-M/s400/banahaw_rex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245694264944842418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banahaw circa 1994. This photo taken at the summit of Mt. Banahaw was my first ever climb to a mountain. This climb literally and figuratively made an indelible mark in my life that made me take the path where I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tO9xOiPVoXg"&gt;Rex C. Perez &lt;/a&gt;was one great great best friend that I ever had in my life. He is the one holding the flag in the photo. I could write a whole novel of the many adventures that we had. He was the one who taught me how to dance the swing! He helped transform this barrio lass from Laguna. Introduced to me to various genres of music. We hiked the summit of Mt. Halcon of Mindoro and Mt. Kanlaon of Negros. We rode the banana boat in Boracay, explored the Mag-aso falls in Bohol. We worked together at MFI for the urban poor and explored the communities of Payatas. We would jog and train and then binge at Tia Maria's with margarita and fajitas. We would eat Lapid's and say eat and die a happy man. He loved eating ice cream with beer. We explored the dunes of Ilocos Norte and can make a documentary from all the pictures of the old churches that we visited. He met all the loves of my life. Amats and I spent a week visiting him when he retired back to Iloilo. We explored Guimaras and Miag-ao. The last time I saw him was Oct 2007  a bit on the heavy side and last time I talked to him was June 2008 just after typhoon Frank flooded Iloilo. Over the phone I knew that he was at the hospital but his voice never hinted that it was his last weeks. I love his laugh. He passed away while I was in the US. Sad that I didn't get to see him. But I will always remember that laugh. We love you Rex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3105270726406930480?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3105270726406930480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3105270726406930480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3105270726406930480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3105270726406930480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/requiem-for-rex.html' title='Requiem for Rex'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMxzJB5XVrI/AAAAAAAABA4/SR6WwLo3w-M/s72-c/banahaw_rex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8346593341846687211</id><published>2008-09-14T09:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:01:07.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a tailwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMxoMFej47I/AAAAAAAABAw/_blsan8agXA/s1600-h/DSC03107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMxoMFej47I/AAAAAAAABAw/_blsan8agXA/s400/DSC03107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245682222817862578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found an old book of mine. Actually it was Amats who found it and asked "sa yo ba ito?" . One look and I remember this little treasure of a book that I own that I haven't opened in years. Its The Woman's Book of Soul" by Sue Patton Thoele. I guess I need to read it as it found its way to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night and this morning I was indeed searching for some empowerment and encouraging words. I feel a bit wasted the past days. I wanted to recharge myself and I realized  that I find comfort and happiness reading my old entries in this blog as well as reading my books of affirmations one of which is this book that I will share a verse with you. This morning I read a most timely message that I knew was meant for me to read today. I want to share this with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flying on a Tailwind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abundance could be described as the knack of living in an attitude of gratitude. If we constantly run on fast forward, frantically trying to keep up with what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; be done, without taking a break to restore ourselves and count our blessings, we'll soon run out of gas. Stopping for a rest, pausing to see the real wonder in our world, and making room for interludes of thankfulness helps give us the energy to keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gratitude is the tailwind that enables us to travel farther and faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give yourself the priceless gift of extricating yourself from the whirlwind for a few minutes and write down all the things, just within sight, for which you feel grateful. expand your list to include people and circumstances out of sight. As a bonus, add to your list some intangibles--attitudes, experiences, philosophies, etc. Looking at your list, allow your heart to open in a flow of gratitude and appreciation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flying with a tailwind of gratitude helps us savor the effortless times and move more quickly through the turbulent times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am grateful for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I appreciate life both the chaff and the grain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8346593341846687211?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8346593341846687211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8346593341846687211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8346593341846687211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8346593341846687211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-tailwind.html' title='on a tailwind'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMxoMFej47I/AAAAAAAABAw/_blsan8agXA/s72-c/DSC03107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6462688251418866915</id><published>2008-09-13T16:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:31:22.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pike Place Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_uRm58zI/AAAAAAAAA-4/YbTg8JmD094/s1600-h/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_uRm58zI/AAAAAAAAA-4/YbTg8JmD094/s400/DSC03090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426623980368690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_upwVHrI/AAAAAAAAA_A/44fp2OHaHpE/s1600-h/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_upwVHrI/AAAAAAAAA_A/44fp2OHaHpE/s400/DSC03095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426630462348978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_ulAWfRI/AAAAAAAAA_I/DXTuymslwps/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_ulAWfRI/AAAAAAAAA_I/DXTuymslwps/s400/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426629187370258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_u6RBZ1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TtufXf39GQI/s1600-h/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_u6RBZ1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TtufXf39GQI/s400/DSC03099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245426634894436178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the nicest public markets that I've ever visited. &lt;a href="http://www.vrseattle.com/pages/browse.php?cat_id=60"&gt;Seattle's Pike Place &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vrseattle.com/pages/browse.php?cat_id=60"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . The fruits on offer are screaming at me to taste them. I love berries! It also tells you that it is summer time there when I visited last month. Like all markets, this one is full of vibrant colors and people. The are also lots of flowers and art works on offer that I will show you in the coming post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A week or two ago, I was walking in Trinoma and passed by Seattle's Best  Coffee Shop. Something caught my eye, the huge wall paper shows a very familiar sign and I remembered it was the part of the top photo above. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6462688251418866915?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6462688251418866915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6462688251418866915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6462688251418866915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6462688251418866915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/pikes-market.html' title='Pike Place Market'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt_uRm58zI/AAAAAAAAA-4/YbTg8JmD094/s72-c/DSC03090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5709868310260094127</id><published>2008-09-13T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:05:42.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt8LT1d6eI/AAAAAAAAA-w/g0faGrNEAbw/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt8LT1d6eI/AAAAAAAAA-w/g0faGrNEAbw/s400/DSC03077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245422724748012002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I was in Seattle, I was happy to get a taste of the food and music festival called Bite of Seattle. Here in this photo above, I got a freebie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starbuko-frap-wat-hav-u&lt;/span&gt; hehehe because I cannot remember the flavor so I made that up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simple joys indeed as I took my time sipping this cup. I just had one at the Needle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the while, I was hoping to go to Seattle's Best Coffee Shop somewhere in this city. I was asking my Tita if we can visit a shop. But to my surprise she said there is none. I can't imagine Seattle not having Seattle's Best Coffee.  She did mention that they have them as concessionaire in the canteen but she never visit a shop. I kept my eyes peeled but lo and behold there was none. I did see several Starbucks cafe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to them for the free drink! It gave me enough energy to walk all the way to Pike's Market coming up in the next post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. I didn't realize that Bill Gates live in this city until someone at the top of the Needle mentioned it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5709868310260094127?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5709868310260094127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5709868310260094127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5709868310260094127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5709868310260094127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-joys.html' title='Simple Joys'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SMt8LT1d6eI/AAAAAAAAA-w/g0faGrNEAbw/s72-c/DSC03077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3133668562667626541</id><published>2008-09-13T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:49:07.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just learned that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z5BvztbyWk"&gt;Charice&lt;/a&gt; will be fulfilling one of her dreams in her dream journal. She will be having a duet with Celine Dion this weekend. I saw some clips of her Oprah guesting. I was indeed moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amats and I were talking and I shared: "Yes, how can dreams come true? You have to have a dream first". I added that it is really good to have a dream journal when people see it they might just help you fulfill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naiisip ko din si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://s2b.pinoydreamacademy.ph/main/article/news/323/Bugoy-and-Miguel-plan-to-be-ultimate-performers.aspx"&gt;Bugoy&lt;/a&gt; (my favorite in the now ending season 2 of Pinoy Dream Academy) sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bi ni Bugoy, hindi nya akalain matupad ang mga pangarap nya at dagdag pa nya mangangarap na rin lang lubuslubusin mo na libre naman.&lt;/span&gt; (When you dream, dream big, anyway, its free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakatuwa lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3133668562667626541?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3133668562667626541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3133668562667626541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3133668562667626541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3133668562667626541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-journal.html' title='Dream Journal'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6858878660902851079</id><published>2008-08-31T23:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:25:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Pilipinas muna: Eraserheads Reunion Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was indeed a most anticipated event: The Eraserheads Reunion Concert. Thank you Earnest and Buddy for the VIP pass to the Eheads Reunion Concert last night. It was really worth it to see you guys back together on stage even for a while. We hope that everything will be OK. More info about the concert at &lt;a href="http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/breakingnews/breakingnews/view/20080831-157899/Most-anticipated-concert-in-years-leaves-everybody-hanging"&gt;GMAnews.TV&lt;/a&gt;. My comment to this article is that he did not mention that the audience were shouting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"group hug" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and chanting "group hug, group hug, group hug!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While they were singing at some point I told Amats, parang hinuhukay sa baul ang mga lyrics bamabalik na lang ng kusa sa labi ko at nagugulat din ako na naaalala ko pa ang mga ito habang nag flash ang mga alaala mga 10 years ago! Mula sa gasgas ko na tape noon na ultraelectromagnetic! Wagi!!! Sobra!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra din ang respeto ng mga fans sa Eraserheads. Kakaiba ang nangyari sa pagtatapos&lt;/span&gt; basahin nyo po ang sulat ni &lt;a href="http://tedte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On our way to The Fort, we first dropped baby at my sister's house then we took the MRT up to Ayala Station. I was sending sms to Dindin while at the train and said they are already there in front of the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down at Mckinley St. there were very very long lines of people waiting in line for the bus and the jeep. There were groups of people flagging down taxis which are all full. There was a heavy downpour earlier that afternoon too. Good thing the rain stopped. It was also a Saturday on a pay-day weekend. Time check it was 15 minutes before show time and we were still in EDSA-McKinley the entrace to Forbes Park. Then, we saw this line of motorcyles for hire and groups of boys already taking the ride. The one of motorcyle drivers said "ma'am sakay na kayo?" Without batting an eyelash we took on the offer. Its P30 pesos each person. One person per motorcyle. They also have the required extra helmet of the passenger. Then I realized I took this kind of ride before in the coastal town of Coron years ago and flashbacks of our Camiguin backpacker trip riding the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habal-habal&lt;/span&gt;" around the island. But I only knew them to be used in remote islands and locations when transport is not accessible. But wait this is Forbes Park and we are going to the Global City of Fort Bonifacio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! as we sped off, I gave a shout of glee wooohoo! Authentic "habal-habal" at the heart of Forbes Park. I was really excited. We were going to make it on time. (well, until we saw the lines at the SVIP, VIP). Amats and I were really excited as we convoyed the two motorbikes to the open field at the Fort. I was talking to the driver and he said they've been there for a few years now and I later learned from Tatay A. that they were retired soldiers. We dubbed them "soldiers of fortune". Wagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6858878660902851079?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6858878660902851079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6858878660902851079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6858878660902851079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6858878660902851079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-pilipinas-muna-eraserheads-reunion.html' title='Sa Pilipinas muna: Eraserheads Reunion Concert'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4593222388370990400</id><published>2008-08-27T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:18:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTSHwz0weI/AAAAAAAAA-o/PasEP4JQds4/s1600-h/seattle+needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTSHwz0weI/AAAAAAAAA-o/PasEP4JQds4/s400/seattle+needle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239043297341915618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really lucky because at the time that I was at Seattle, it was the same week when they were celebrating Bite of Seattle. Its the annual food festival complete with concerts in various parts of the city and the fair at the Needle. I got a lot of freebies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took the photo above because I was really interested at the lift the men-at-work is using! High tech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4593222388370990400?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4593222388370990400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4593222388370990400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4593222388370990400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4593222388370990400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/seattle.html' title='Seattle'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTSHwz0weI/AAAAAAAAA-o/PasEP4JQds4/s72-c/seattle+needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3845248425750182149</id><published>2008-08-27T11:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:19:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoqualmie Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTMmJpREFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1vzSyFnY2OI/s1600-h/DSC03032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTMmJpREFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1vzSyFnY2OI/s400/DSC03032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239037222334828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTMm9JRJdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/aottjVaWDgc/s1600-h/snoqualmie+falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTMm9JRJdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/aottjVaWDgc/s400/snoqualmie+falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239037236159260114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTNJrrsIzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/keENJ41YuY8/s1600-h/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTNJrrsIzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/keENJ41YuY8/s400/DSC03019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239037832767218482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tita and tito drove me to visit Snoqualmie Falls Park. It is also a national historic civil engineering landmark in Puget Sound. It was a chilly summer morning. Seattle's weather even if it is Summer is much colder than all the places I visited during this trip. These photos of the falls reminds me about Buntot Palos. Thankful to my host for knowing where to bring me for our road trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M and I was planning to go to Mt. Rainer and camp out but we reserved that for another time. I will be posting what we did in the coming post. The Pacific Northwest is so different from the East Coast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3845248425750182149?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3845248425750182149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3845248425750182149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3845248425750182149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3845248425750182149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/snoqualmie-falls.html' title='Snoqualmie Falls'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTMmJpREFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1vzSyFnY2OI/s72-c/DSC03032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-784416673606760042</id><published>2008-08-27T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:21:19.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the border</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKAJlvtgI/AAAAAAAAA94/HtBT9V-RjeA/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKAJlvtgI/AAAAAAAAA94/HtBT9V-RjeA/s400/DSC02962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239034370461775362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKAvfdnyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/gh7HpXr6OqM/s1600-h/DSC02958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKAvfdnyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/gh7HpXr6OqM/s400/DSC02958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239034380635971362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKBUedF1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZLPjJAc2PfQ/s1600-h/DSC02955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKBUedF1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZLPjJAc2PfQ/s400/DSC02955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239034390563854162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were only some rare moments that I was at the border of two countries. This one was interesting as these two countries share a very long border. I was not able to go to Canada as it would take a few days to get a visa and expensive too for a short visit. Maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-784416673606760042?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/784416673606760042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=784416673606760042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/784416673606760042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/784416673606760042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-border.html' title='at the border'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SLTKAJlvtgI/AAAAAAAAA94/HtBT9V-RjeA/s72-c/DSC02962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3663902243722492406</id><published>2008-08-20T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:15:22.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pacific Northwest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr9zx1rNGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gB2oTHvQPZ0/s1600-h/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr9zx1rNGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gB2oTHvQPZ0/s400/DSC02951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236276582765245538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr90Wevv2I/AAAAAAAAA9o/NImyiZ6l_bY/s1600-h/DSC02966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr90Wevv2I/AAAAAAAAA9o/NImyiZ6l_bY/s400/DSC02966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236276592601186146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr99LqPL1I/AAAAAAAAA9w/VcIpAxzjp50/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr99LqPL1I/AAAAAAAAA9w/VcIpAxzjp50/s400/DSC02967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236276744315416402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Pacific Northwest adventure begins here at the Peace Arch Park in British Columbia actually its in the border between Canada and the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3663902243722492406?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3663902243722492406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3663902243722492406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3663902243722492406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3663902243722492406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-pacific-northwest.html' title='My Pacific Northwest'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr9zx1rNGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gB2oTHvQPZ0/s72-c/DSC02951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5953228650673229952</id><published>2008-08-20T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:18:16.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JFK international</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr5yzelAXI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/UiJZwSPT8xQ/s1600-h/DSC02931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr5yzelAXI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/UiJZwSPT8xQ/s400/DSC02931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236272167978860914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This merits a special post. Going to JFK  International airport from Florida and leaving JFK going to Seattle, I went through security and twice been "randomly" selected to go through special security check. I've been through many many security checks during my travels but it was only this time that my eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. But all is well. I will stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5953228650673229952?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5953228650673229952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5953228650673229952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5953228650673229952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5953228650673229952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/jfk-international.html' title='JFK international'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKr5yzelAXI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/UiJZwSPT8xQ/s72-c/DSC02931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-3068101784041462656</id><published>2008-08-20T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:29:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A book found me (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since it is a holiday yesterday, we spent some family time. We were looking at the books on sale. A book found me. I read it, then left. But then, I realized it was indeed a beautiful book so, I came back and bought it for only 2 US$ or 100 pesos (nagisip pa ako nyan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: BRILLIANCE Uncommon Voices from Uncommon Women. I love it. One of the quotes in the book that was shouting at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;--Eleanor Roosvelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-3068101784041462656?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3068101784041462656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=3068101784041462656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3068101784041462656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/3068101784041462656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/book-found-me-again.html' title='A book found me (again)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5814594031622698736</id><published>2008-08-19T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:16:57.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKrtoWQHCgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3WXQiZqjIVQ/s1600-h/42ndntimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKrtoWQHCgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3WXQiZqjIVQ/s400/42ndntimes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236258794195323394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKrtolIbO8I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bAoFU7aymLY/s1600-h/42ndst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKrtolIbO8I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bAoFU7aymLY/s400/42ndst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236258798189624258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thrilled to take the subway. The NYC subway system is the most complicated train system I've been to. I cannot say bar none because I've never been to Europe yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Among all the train systems I've tried from HK to Sydney, hands down NYC is by far my most challenging experience to date. It is also one of the oldest subway system I've been to. Tama ba over 100 years na ito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a Sunday when I arrived in NYC and got on the subway from Flatbush armed with M's unlimited pass, I explored the City. They actually warned me that during weekends, the trains sometimes change their routes because of some maintenance work. This is the particular reason why I took the second photo above. It took me a while to learn to go around. I always take pride to learn the cheapest form of transportation of the place I visit.  I do like to be pampered and just be on the passenger seat. But I am really happy to be able to go around not just on a cab but really learn to go about like how the locals do it. I love people watching on the train but I've been warned not to make eyeball on the NY subway if I want to stay out of trouble. I can feel the adrenalin rush and all that energy of people coming and going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love exploring the Big Apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5814594031622698736?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5814594031622698736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5814594031622698736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5814594031622698736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5814594031622698736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/subway.html' title='the subway'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKrtoWQHCgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3WXQiZqjIVQ/s72-c/42ndntimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4727189900736231757</id><published>2008-08-18T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:02:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crepes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjzbwPaRvI/AAAAAAAAA84/Q4TCuzDO6G4/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjzbwPaRvI/AAAAAAAAA84/Q4TCuzDO6G4/s400/DSC02233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702224949757682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the crepe that I ate. Well almost in front of Tiffany's on 5th Ave. Reminds me to update my food blog that I've been neglecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4727189900736231757?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4727189900736231757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4727189900736231757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4727189900736231757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4727189900736231757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/crepes.html' title='crepes'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjzbwPaRvI/AAAAAAAAA84/Q4TCuzDO6G4/s72-c/DSC02233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-6889054890267121575</id><published>2008-08-18T10:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:22:01.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjj-JeDdDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/lqo1-ksf38M/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjj-JeDdDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/lqo1-ksf38M/s400/DSC02842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235685223651570738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Top photo: in front of tkts where we got the ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjgs6v_kWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/TjRejfLU4ok/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjgs6v_kWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/TjRejfLU4ok/s400/DSC02855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235681629107622242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No day but today"  sigh did not get any of these souvenirs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjgtP1x2oI/AAAAAAAAA8g/o2iUqfjol74/s1600-h/DSC02858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjgtP1x2oI/AAAAAAAAA8g/o2iUqfjol74/s400/DSC02858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235681634769033858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this photo just before the show started. photos are not allowed during the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the seats are really small even for Asian size ha! ang sikip ng upuan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjgtfxrfsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JsJv6p7n3Jk/s1600-h/rent_broadway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjgtfxrfsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JsJv6p7n3Jk/s400/rent_broadway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235681639046807234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early afternoon we went to tkts and got a 40% off ticket to watch RENT.  Our friend G said did you know that at around 4pm you can go to the lobby of the musical you want to watch and they raffle off about 10 seats! That was how he and his brothers when they visited was able to watch the broadway show. Nagtatalsikan pa daw ang laway sa kanila for a complete true blue experience. Haaay naku and I learned about this on my last night at NYC. I could have lined up the past few days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nonetheless, I was able to do one of the bucket list! If ever I am in NY I will definitely watch and so I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya na rin kasi sinundo ako ni G and D when I went out after the show. Later nalaman ko kay M na nanganak na pala si E. Nalaman ko lang kinabukasan na. Ang saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-6889054890267121575?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6889054890267121575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=6889054890267121575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6889054890267121575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/6889054890267121575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/rent.html' title='RENT'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjj-JeDdDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/lqo1-ksf38M/s72-c/DSC02842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5116506256101926473</id><published>2008-08-18T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:29:05.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>times square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdRsHLO9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/U7mg0XiRi_0/s1600-h/times+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdRsHLO9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/U7mg0XiRi_0/s400/times+square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677862786972626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdSXUCslI/AAAAAAAAA8I/J2e7hOtS9s0/s1600-h/broadway_times.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdSXUCslI/AAAAAAAAA8I/J2e7hOtS9s0/s400/broadway_times.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677874383663698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdS1XXO1I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jNYmnIVoOlk/s1600-h/basura_times+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdS1XXO1I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jNYmnIVoOlk/s400/basura_times+square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677882450656082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the classic Times Square. Nice lights almost the same as the ones I saw in HK. The novelty of the experience made it a very interesting visit. I noted that "trash" is not just exclusive in Manila Streest but right there in the corner of Broadway and Times St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaloka dami nila basura! Ayan hindi na picture perfect ang Amerika ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5116506256101926473?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5116506256101926473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5116506256101926473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5116506256101926473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5116506256101926473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/times-square.html' title='times square'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjdRsHLO9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/U7mg0XiRi_0/s72-c/times+square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-1384982531121491257</id><published>2008-08-18T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:11:57.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjaVRDGJgI/AAAAAAAAA74/HZ2nMFwiFT8/s1600-h/broadway2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjaVRDGJgI/AAAAAAAAA74/HZ2nMFwiFT8/s400/broadway2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235674625706698242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjIyHCiBtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-PN-cyx5TJA/s1600-h/broadway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjIyHCiBtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/-PN-cyx5TJA/s400/broadway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235655330026882770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-1384982531121491257?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1384982531121491257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=1384982531121491257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1384982531121491257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/1384982531121491257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/broadway.html' title='Broadway!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjaVRDGJgI/AAAAAAAAA74/HZ2nMFwiFT8/s72-c/broadway2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-8598458210557984077</id><published>2008-08-18T08:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:38:26.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMNH part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjEb-Q6c2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/d5RyYk7LV8Q/s1600-h/DSC02661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjEb-Q6c2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/d5RyYk7LV8Q/s400/DSC02661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235650551667651426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjDlMBJxuI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BhUprnZTQec/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjDlMBJxuI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BhUprnZTQec/s400/DSC02656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235649610466838242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the modern part of the American Museum of Natural History. An area where you can explore about the planets and how the universe came to be. I was so excited! It reminded me when I was young and my dream to become an astronaut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-8598458210557984077?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8598458210557984077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=8598458210557984077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8598458210557984077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/8598458210557984077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/amnh-part-ii.html' title='AMNH part II'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjEb-Q6c2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/d5RyYk7LV8Q/s72-c/DSC02661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-5693885632638460065</id><published>2008-08-18T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:31:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kainan sa central market este park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjCWDa0lDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZMGK21sBPos/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjCWDa0lDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZMGK21sBPos/s400/DSC02775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235648250948916274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dito daw nahulog si Carrie (Sex and the City) habang kumakain dahil nakita si Mr B?hehehe. Kakatuwa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-5693885632638460065?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5693885632638460065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=5693885632638460065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5693885632638460065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/5693885632638460065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/kainan-sa-central-market-este-park.html' title='kainan sa central market este park'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKjCWDa0lDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZMGK21sBPos/s72-c/DSC02775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-594335307373372834</id><published>2008-08-14T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:15:27.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch at Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKQCFPfIY3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lwMptiT9bSs/s1600-h/DSC02764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKQCFPfIY3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lwMptiT9bSs/s400/DSC02764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234310955991065458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my visit to AMNH, I met up with a friend and we had lunch on a bench in Central Park and this was our view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a large chocolate banana crepe and later we both had some ice cream. It was really warm and sunny day. We had a long talk and later took an afternoon walk. She is really an old friend. Sigh. We realized that we have come a long way since our mountaineering days. We both agreed that there is so much more to be thankful for in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-594335307373372834?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/594335307373372834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=594335307373372834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/594335307373372834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/594335307373372834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/lunch-at-central-park.html' title='lunch at Central Park'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKQCFPfIY3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lwMptiT9bSs/s72-c/DSC02764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-4500911146422708373</id><published>2008-08-14T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:50:05.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMNH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKP8_nh5xYI/AAAAAAAAA7A/x4lx6GapTsk/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKP8_nh5xYI/AAAAAAAAA7A/x4lx6GapTsk/s400/DSC02552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234305361807787394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKP8_zsBx8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/l_uIgJMPO10/s1600-h/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKP8_zsBx8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/l_uIgJMPO10/s400/DSC02557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234305365071480770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The American Museum of Natural History is in my "must see" list. It is indeed the most interesting museum that I've ever ever visited. I went straight to the 4th floor where the dinosaur collection is and worked my way down to the other exhibits. Amazing collection from pre-historic to modern. I will be posting more about the space exhibit and the discover the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic entrance to AMNH starts at 18US$ and if you want to watch the special shows like the planetarium and other exhibits, you have to pay more. I got info from a good friend that these prices are really suggested entrance admission fees. What you can do, if you are really on a shoe string budget in NY, you can just say that you can only pay xx amount that you can afford. And that is exactly what I did. In the photo above you would see how much I paid. One day is not enough to really experience the whole museum. You just need to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the experience so much I wished that baby and Tatay was with me. I bought my usual ref magnet and a dark green triceratops stuff toy for baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-4500911146422708373?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4500911146422708373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=4500911146422708373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4500911146422708373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/4500911146422708373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/amnh.html' title='AMNH'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKP8_nh5xYI/AAAAAAAAA7A/x4lx6GapTsk/s72-c/DSC02552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409474.post-7546604699976491689</id><published>2008-08-12T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:52:21.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKEH4ciZQHI/AAAAAAAAA6w/H2bkhEXBtlQ/s1600-h/HKG_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKEH4ciZQHI/AAAAAAAAA6w/H2bkhEXBtlQ/s400/HKG_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472908295749746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Title above: One Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKEH4mMZ6bI/AAAAAAAAA64/6vIcMpq_pgw/s1600-h/HKG_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKEH4mMZ6bI/AAAAAAAAA64/6vIcMpq_pgw/s400/HKG_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233472910887872946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;August 8, 2008 was the opening of the Beijing Olympics at 8:08:08 in the evening! A date and time that can only occur how many times in a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are my old photos from Hongkong in July 2007. There were many sculptures with  the 2008 Olympic theme. I was not able to post this last year when I took it. This week I guess is the best since the Games are officially going on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8409474-7546604699976491689?l=dayversetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7546604699976491689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8409474&amp;postID=7546604699976491689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7546604699976491689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8409474/posts/default/7546604699976491689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayversetree.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-na.html' title='Olympics na!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627824667589738330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cwx1BGPGhSk/SKEH4ciZQHI/AAAAAAAAA6w/H2bkhEXBtlQ/s72-c/HKG_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
