<?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-14075249</id><updated>2011-08-27T18:03:58.812+07:00</updated><category term='road trip'/><category term='awesome cheap date'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='thailand'/><category term='weekends of fun'/><category term='food for thought'/><category term='mental farts'/><category term='documentary'/><category term='Khao San Road'/><category term='a day in the life'/><category term='D'/><category term='pilipinas'/><category term='travel'/><category term='memories'/><category term='figgy'/><category term='cheap dates'/><category term='Pattaya'/><category term='Speed Levitch'/><category term='Kuala Lumpur'/><category term='theme parties'/><category term='making lists'/><category term='film'/><category term='love'/><category term='bangkok'/><category term='Ho Chi Minh'/><title type='text'>oh snap!</title><subtitle type='html'>the secret is out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6212145332399035991</id><published>2010-11-29T20:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:31:32.005+07:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><summary type='text'>So for the past 3 weeks, I've done nothing but wait. Wait for the result of a job interview, that is. And after what seemed like forever, the good news finally arrived last Wednesday. I got the job!!! I officially start on December 13!!! I am so excited!!! Yay!!! I feel like throwing !!! in every sentence!!!

I'll be unofficially coming in to work for some training (started today!) so that when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6212145332399035991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6212145332399035991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-news.html' title='good news'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TPOpZAv6B_I/AAAAAAAABZs/_HY79y5Xm6Y/s72-c/C360_2010-11-27+14-26-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1212418489411823856</id><published>2010-11-25T10:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:29:01.588+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things</title><summary type='text'>...I want to live by for the rest of my life.

One. You will be happy if you become a blessing to others.

Two. Gratitude is one of the great blessings of life.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1212418489411823856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1212418489411823856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-things.html' title='2 things'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-80113017500364356</id><published>2010-11-23T15:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:13:44.356+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>yes again and again</title><summary type='text'>D has been proposing to me ever since I moved in with him. Usually, I   would answer with a coy smile or a "let's play it by ear" type of   reply. It was not until we celebrated our first year anniversary that I   finally gave a definitive answer.

I didn't think he  had anything planned that day. He just told me to  meet up with him at  Siam Paragon for dinner. But little did I know,  this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/80113017500364356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/80113017500364356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-again-and-again.html' title='yes again and again'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TOt5GO31xdI/AAAAAAAABZg/B1-qSV_Rsm4/s72-c/IMG_2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6837251139028321275</id><published>2010-11-23T11:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:04:49.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>these days</title><summary type='text'>I am in love with our spanking new kitchen shelves! They were installed earlier today and right after the technician left, I was like a kid on Christmas morning. I was quick to put all our plates, bowls, glasses and cups on them, meticulously lining them up like soldiers ready for battle. And once it was all in place, I stood in front of it for a good 5 minutes just staring at it like a proud </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6837251139028321275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6837251139028321275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-days.html' title='these days'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2282942562135722105</id><published>2010-11-01T10:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:31:57.991+07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you want kids?</title><summary type='text'>...is the follow up question to "Will you have kids right away?" Now a familiar inquiry after people find out D and I are getting married.

If you ask my grandmother, she would say: Of course they should! She is thrilled with the idea of having grand kids that will have pointy noses and blonde hair so she prods me to bear half breeds soon. Actually, more like right now.

I'm sure my mother shares</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2282942562135722105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2282942562135722105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-want-kids.html' title='do you want kids?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5190896080672718272</id><published>2010-10-15T19:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:23:47.333+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my days are counted</title><summary type='text'>I just realized that was the last birthday I'd celebrate as a single woman. I would have to admit, that thought made me panic for a second or two.

Good thing the man I'm marrying is the bee's knees.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5190896080672718272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5190896080672718272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/10/cats-pajamas.html' title='my days are counted'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8638090230068540236</id><published>2010-10-13T12:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:33:49.572+07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 is lookin' good</title><summary type='text'>Same day last week, I turned 28. It was, by far, one of the happiest birthdays I've had. No extravagant gifts. No big surprises. No major life expectations. And surprisingly, for the first time in a long time, no birthday blues.

Birthdays for me have always been riddled with much anticipation - anticipation for what I will get, for what's to come. There's always a sense of entitlement that tells</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8638090230068540236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8638090230068540236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/10/28-is-lookin-good.html' title='28 is lookin&apos; good'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TLVD_ETabsI/AAAAAAAABT4/jNs367vSsgg/s72-c/28-yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5957653888454446234</id><published>2010-09-05T22:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:49:28.459+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>morning hair</title><summary type='text'>

My hair does awesome things in the morning. And by awesome I mean, it's all over the place. To call it a mess is an understatement. No amount of combing can put it back into place.

Which reminds me, maybe it's time for a haircut.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5957653888454446234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5957653888454446234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-hair.html' title='morning hair'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TIO7TbiApTI/AAAAAAAABN8/0om8Kkzo0Mo/s72-c/IMG_2298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-378215085262547479</id><published>2010-08-17T21:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:08:27.577+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lolo agapito</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I keep waking up at the bewitching hour that is 3 in the morning. I don't know why. I just do. And when I do wake up, there's no turning back. Sleep doesn't come until the sun begins to rise.

Lo and behold, I woke up at 3am again last night. And after much tossing and turning, I succumbed to the racing thoughts in my head, got up, went to the living room and as if possessed, reached for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/378215085262547479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/378215085262547479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/lolo-agapito.html' title='lolo agapito'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5361172439174452429</id><published>2010-08-15T09:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:47:48.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything together</title><summary type='text'>For the past 6 weeks, D and I have been spending a lot of time together. And I mean, a lot. Thanks to his company folding-him doing freelance work and working from home-waiting for his new job to start phase, we get to spend every waking moment with each other. We wake up together, we eat every meal together, we watch TV together, we take long afternoon naps together... you get the idea. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5361172439174452429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5361172439174452429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-together.html' title='everything together'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5612590587784762355</id><published>2010-08-13T22:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:25:00.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome cheap date'/><title type='text'>best pad thai</title><summary type='text'>
Probably the best Pad Thai I've had in Bangkok. Sadly, I don't know the name of the shop given that my Thai reading skills are beyond rudimentary. But I can definitely point you to the right direction. You can have this beautiful plate of Pad Thai from a shop that's only a hop, skip and a jump away from the BTS Thonglor Station. You won't miss it. It's right by the spot where orange vest clad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5612590587784762355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5612590587784762355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-pad-thai.html' title='best pad thai'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TGVbkISsz5I/AAAAAAAABIc/AvaPz05ZBGg/s72-c/pad-thai-thonglor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7404333147146517975</id><published>2010-08-09T09:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:26:24.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little better all the time</title><summary type='text'>I put my iPod on shuffle and this is the first song that came up. I think the universe is trying to tell me something.

This is for the struggling optimist in me. Now repeat after me... I've got to admit it's getting better (better)/A little better all the time (It can't get no worse)/I have to admit it's getting better (better)/It's getting better/Since you've been mine

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7404333147146517975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7404333147146517975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-better-all-time.html' title='a little better all the time'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-9026674377608897166</id><published>2010-08-08T10:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:22:10.585+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone is okay</title><summary type='text'>I lived alone for three years before meeting D. For the first two years, it was great. Refreshing -- after living in a full house all my life, it was nice to have some peace and quiet all to myself. Rewarding -- to be able to fend for myself and know that I can. I was content with myself, with my own company. By the third year, the loneliness started to seep in. And soon I was craving the company</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/9026674377608897166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/9026674377608897166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/alone-is-okay.html' title='alone is okay'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8435895475209132902</id><published>2010-08-07T19:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:59:59.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap dates'/><title type='text'>best fried chicken in town</title><summary type='text'>D and I love to eat out. In fact, it may very well be our biggest   expense every month. But with my job situation on rocky ground and a wedding   to save up for, we have to tighten our belts and start pinching   pennies. Nonetheless, we definitely don't want our love for good eats be   compromised by our stringent budget. So, D and I have made it a point to   have awesome cheap dates. After all,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8435895475209132902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8435895475209132902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-fried-chicken-in-town.html' title='best fried chicken in town'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TF1UIuqRrtI/AAAAAAAABEc/E1KjtunHw2E/s72-c/C360_2010-07-04+18-54-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2561193865818357590</id><published>2010-08-05T09:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:29:49.765+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>skype face on</title><summary type='text'>D has been in Singapore for the past 2 days. This has led us to rely on Skype to make up for time apart.

D with his Skype face on.
It amazes me how I can't stand being alone in an apartment anymore despite the fact that I lived by myself for 3 years. It's just been so much better now that he's around. 
He will be flying home tonight and I am so excited I can hardly contain myself! I am looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2561193865818357590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2561193865818357590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/skype-face-on.html' title='skype face on'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TFojBgCTtpI/AAAAAAAABD8/ZdoXHYjAjrM/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4554217685303886624</id><published>2010-08-02T09:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:40:23.294+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilipinas'/><title type='text'>let's help DOT</title><summary type='text'>Nothing like a bunch of people willing to volunteer to help the  Department of Tourism (DOT) in promoting Philippine tourism. Thanks to Carlos Celdran for sparking interest in the matter. Now, Team Manila and many others are stepping up to the plate in making their contribution in helping tourism efforts.

I definitely want to do my part as well, and posting these posters by Team Manila is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4554217685303886624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4554217685303886624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-help-dot.html' title='let&apos;s help DOT'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TFI1O9lYeQI/AAAAAAAABB0/WOTZeWOhA58/s72-c/intramurostalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1163316740421270773</id><published>2010-07-27T21:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:40:51.803+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for thought'/><title type='text'>well, are you?</title><summary type='text'>Something to ponder on.

[via We Love Datavis]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1163316740421270773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1163316740421270773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-are-you.html' title='well, are you?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/TE7x71okfeI/AAAAAAAABA8/i8mUD9q5Mfo/s72-c/are-you-happy_we-love-datavis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8315637558256425048</id><published>2010-05-23T12:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:20:37.481+07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost but not quite</title><summary type='text'>I almost got a job in Hong Kong.

Well, almost being the operative word.

Last week, I got a call from a friend who is now based in Hong Kong. He got a hold of my CV and thought I'd be perfect for a job in the new branch of their headhunting agency that just recently opened in Kowloon. After briefing me on the company and the position, he sent me an email and basically told me to "have a look at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8315637558256425048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8315637558256425048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='almost but not quite'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6449159226568559242</id><published>2010-05-12T11:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:23:44.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental farts'/><title type='text'>in this moment</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I found myself in a fancy downtown cafe, taking refuge from the sweltering heat that usually comes in the middle of the day of the hottest month of the year. I parked myself in a small table for two, right in between tables occupied by, what it seemed like Singaporeans, throwing their infamous lah with reckless abandon. The guy on my right seems adamant about getting his company up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6449159226568559242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6449159226568559242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-this-moment.html' title='in this moment'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-420091207440384363</id><published>2010-05-07T13:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:42:48.112+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental farts'/><title type='text'>my world is in retrograde.</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.

But what do you do when the universe is kicking your ass?

You just keep throwing those motherfuckin' punches.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/420091207440384363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/420091207440384363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-world-is-in-retrograde.html' title='my world is in retrograde.'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5577759648032902747</id><published>2010-04-27T12:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:31:40.241+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangkok'/><title type='text'>shit has hit the fan</title><summary type='text'>Bangkok has been in the news a lot lately. In case you haven't heard, Bangkok is under siege. The streets have turned into an urban battle zone between the United Front for Democracy Against Dictatorship (UDD) or Red Shirt protesters and the Thai military.

Chitlom is blocked. Taken on April 26, 2010
The Red Shirts are supporters of the ousted former Prime Minister, Thaksin Shinawatra. They have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5577759648032902747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5577759648032902747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/shit-has-hit-fan.html' title='shit has hit the fan'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S9ZvlBuY4pI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pYOCeL-NCbg/s72-c/Bkk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8589308109809736337</id><published>2010-04-13T11:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:54:04.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the new and improved otherworldpixie</title><summary type='text'>I've resurrected a neglected blog and turned it into a repository for awesome finds from the vast world of the internetz. Check it out for some nifty finds on design, toy cameras, film, lomography, home improvements, DIY ideas, fashion, art, and more!

Go point your browsers to the new and improved otherworldpixie.blogspot.com. Don't be shy to drop me a line and say hello!

Set forth and go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8589308109809736337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8589308109809736337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-and-improved-otherworldpixie.html' title='the new and improved otherworldpixie'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3506599441544467640</id><published>2010-04-12T10:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:47:26.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>run zochor, run!</title><summary type='text'>Last night, D and I watched The Cave of the Yellow Dog, a Mongolian/German film directed and written by Byambasuren Davaa that was released in 2005. Not knowing what the film was about, D and I just snuggled on the couch and watched it. 


Despite winning 6 awards in different film festivals, including snagging the Best Children's Picture award in the 2006 Deutscher Filmpreis, the NY Times did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3506599441544467640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3506599441544467640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-zochor-run.html' title='run zochor, run!'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S8KSPJdMZnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/742C21j4iGw/s72-c/200px-TheCaveoftheYellowDog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3789476003876975240</id><published>2010-04-10T12:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:27:31.910+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figgy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>i'm so happy just to dance with you</title><summary type='text'>I woke up today and missed Saturday mornings back home when my Dad would put on his Hard Day's Night album of the Beatles and play it full blast to wake us all up.

My Dad is a die-hard Beatles fan. He would always brag how he was one of the cool kids in school who first heard of the band, thanks to his sister who was a radio DJ back in the day. In fact, he was the first in his school to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3789476003876975240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3789476003876975240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-happy-just-to-dance-with-you.html' title='i&apos;m so happy just to dance with you'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8387504444164116487</id><published>2010-04-06T14:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:02:43.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so fash-yown!</title><summary type='text'>The much-anticipated fashion event of the year, BIFF &amp; BIL 2010, was held last week in Bangkok. Thanks to D and the company he's working for, who was hired to do the marketing and PR for the trade fair, I became part of the group of writers that covered the event.  It was my first time to attend BIFF &amp; BIL, and I was fortunate  enough to have been assigned to cover the 48 rounds of fashion shows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8387504444164116487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8387504444164116487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-fash-yown.html' title='so fash-yown!'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-785866160812240274</id><published>2010-03-31T09:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:27:53.177+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>of virtual strolling, the perfect loft, and the legend of Epic Beard Man</title><summary type='text'>On nights where D and I find ourselves staying in as opposed to livin' it up in the City of Smiles, we dork out by gluing our eyes on our laptops. He occupies himself by catching up on reading his Google Reader feeds and I, on the other hand, soak up on the brilliant ideas I get from my favorite design blogs. But recently, we've acquired a new habit of virtually strolling down the streets of San </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/785866160812240274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/785866160812240274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-virtual-strolling-perfect-loft-and.html' title='of virtual strolling, the perfect loft, and the legend of Epic Beard Man'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2828556237889541351</id><published>2010-03-17T12:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:28:14.106+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making lists'/><title type='text'>my happy list</title><summary type='text'>With the ongoing uncertainty in the state of my career, I would have to admit that it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to put on a happy face these days. So today, I am making a conscious effort to be happy by making a list of things that would remind me that things aren't so bad. So, here it goes...

The smell of bookstores.
Being in a room filled with books.
Mexican food.
Ikea online </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2828556237889541351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2828556237889541351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-happy-list.html' title='my happy list'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S6CHkOpceiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TMWA85v68oU/s72-c/FxCam_1264986836027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3754612366875438042</id><published>2010-03-13T10:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:38:11.717+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be forever young</title><summary type='text'>D just downloaded Jay-Z's The Blueprint 3 album and has acquired a strange liking to the last track in the album -- Young Forever featuring Mr. Hudson.



For the past two days, D and I have been singing, humming, whistling the tune of the song. In case you kids didn't know, the track was taken from the classic by Alphaville. Here's the original video for your viewing pleasure.

 


Anyway, happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3754612366875438042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3754612366875438042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-be-forever-young.html' title='i want to be forever young'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1301987149089715496</id><published>2010-03-03T17:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:33:12.647+07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><summary type='text'>I had an emotional breakdown the other day. Well, if by 'other day' you mean all week. Ok so I've been having emotional breakdowns lately, big whoop. It's just that a recent development (more like regression, really) at work has caused me to feel that history may very well be repeating itself. It's unfortunate that current circumstances are somewhat similar to what has happened in the nightmare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1301987149089715496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1301987149089715496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/aha-moment.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-9041954490280761678</id><published>2010-02-25T12:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:40:26.862+07:00</updated><title type='text'>amen.</title><summary type='text'>All is going according to plan.
Trust that there is a bigger picture. 
Trust that life is unfolding as it should.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/9041954490280761678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/9041954490280761678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/lil-prayer.html' title='amen.'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3142282770842286587</id><published>2010-02-22T11:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:18:10.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello la!</title><summary type='text'>Coming to you live from Singapore! Well, from your friendly neighborhood Starbucks on Orchard Road, to be exact.

I'm in Lion City for official business, and by 'official business' I mean applying for a non-immigrant Thai visa and picking up our company mail from our Singapore virtual office. Yes, just another day in the life of a benevolent corporate slave that is me. I'm here for 3 days, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3142282770842286587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3142282770842286587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-la.html' title='hello la!'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-99782859482669923</id><published>2010-02-07T11:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:56:20.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, hello again.</title><summary type='text'>I woke up early today and just felt the urge to write. I don't really have anything particular in mind but thought that I should really write more or at the very least, make an effort to do so. Unfortunately, these days I'm more keen on posting short mental farts down on twitter - which I have recently protected by the way, in fear of those weirdos with fake accounts that keep following me.

So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/99782859482669923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/99782859482669923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-hello-again.html' title='well, hello again.'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3901974154274499937</id><published>2010-01-03T13:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:24:27.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my (not-so) little christmas tree</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is over and done with. Time to bring down the tree. But before we do, we realized we didn't have a picture with it yet. So...





 

Merry Christmas y'all!
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3901974154274499937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3901974154274499937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-not-so-little-christmas-tree.html' title='my (not-so) little christmas tree'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S0A2O28fQQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/spbWNZxcEYc/s72-c/IMG_2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-9116388172958362849</id><published>2010-01-02T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:58:27.239+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got mail.</title><summary type='text'>Today, D and I got a parcel from AMEDIKA! D's mom sent us a small package for Christmas. 


2 cans of La Lechera Dulce de Leche (an awesome concoction that you spread over bread - which according to D is a Chilean thing), a shirt for D...


 
homemade Pan de Pasqua (aka fruitcake)...

 

And lookie! Something for me from Chile. 

Yay!
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/9116388172958362849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/9116388172958362849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-got-mail.html' title='you&apos;ve got mail.'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/Sz8W88QRrZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/b_kLIwl7Fyc/s72-c/IMG00412-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2019718562979281917</id><published>2009-12-30T21:12:00.164+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:54:25.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 year ender special</title><summary type='text'>I find it bittersweet to say goodbye to what will go down in my life's history as the best year yet. 2009 has been very gracious to me. 

2009 was a good year because I fell in love.
Truth be told, I was already losing hope in finding him - The One. I was fast becoming cynical and was almost convinced that I won't find anyone who will come close to my ideal man. But a chance meeting on that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2019718562979281917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2019718562979281917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-year-ender-special.html' title='2009 year ender special'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3872559128368633865</id><published>2009-12-19T09:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:19:59.498+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, dream a little dream of me</title><summary type='text'>A song that's been constantly playing in my head... A classic played by Zee Avi.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3872559128368633865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3872559128368633865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-thats-been-constantly-playing-in.html' title='yes, dream a little dream of me'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5017402111929304528</id><published>2009-12-09T14:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:21:37.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the parental visit</title><summary type='text'>My parents came to visit last month. The trip's agenda was to 1) celebrate my dad's birthday; 2) make up for the fact that I won't be coming home to Manila for the holidays; and 3) for my dad to finally meet Dieter.

Everything went well (Thank God).



Dad had a memorable 62nd 50th birthday. 
  


I got to spend quality time with my folks.


Dad and Dieter finally met. 
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Happy Birthday to me!




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Flood in Cainta, Rizal
Photo by Erik de Castro c/o Reuters as reposted from The Big Picture


But amidst this tragedy, Filipinos from all walks of life, from every part of the globe has come together </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4782538471181040256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4782538471181040256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-ondoy-did-to-pinoy.html' title='What Ondoy did to the Pinoy'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/Ss2kkTt60DI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Jf6w2D7-YWA/s72-c/ondoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7716308019852190303</id><published>2009-09-16T14:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:49:31.855+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shake n bake!</title><summary type='text'>Today I am making an affirmation: I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO WORRYING ANYMORE. (Or at the very least, TRY).

I've been on an annoying funk these past few weeks. After a serious talk with Dieter, I realized how I've been swimming in a sea of negativity. It seems that I've been reveling in a bottomless pit of things to worry about - my health, our finances, our future plans - that I've consequently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7716308019852190303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7716308019852190303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake-n-bake.html' title='shake n bake!'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8053807830677324212</id><published>2009-09-12T09:00:00.019+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:00:00.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hayayay</title><summary type='text'>My head's bobbing, my ears are smiling! Why oh why? Music baby, music.  

Thanks to Pitchfork (and Dieter's boundless curiosity) for making me take notice of the titillating sound of The XX. Take a listen and let's see if you don't fall helplessly head over heels on the opening guitar riff.




And thanks to our friend Russell for introducing us to the magical world of the Handsome Furs. Here's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8053807830677324212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8053807830677324212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hayayay.html' title='hayayay'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SqpXisP5H_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/CqFCzByfRR0/s72-c/handsome+furs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8357827475018688662</id><published>2009-09-11T20:13:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:43:32.812+07:00</updated><title type='text'>where to?</title><summary type='text'>Lately, D and I have been entertaining thoughts of moving. The idea first struck him while we were on vacation in Hua Hin a couple of weeks ago. After feeling bogged down by the stresses of work, he excitedly suggest we move to the US - to Austin! to San Francisco! to New York! (and even Chile is an option!) Naturally, it took me by surprise. With things slowly but surely falling into place for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8357827475018688662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8357827475018688662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-to.html' title='where to?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2400845550788257954</id><published>2009-09-02T13:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:51:28.157+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what has become of this world?</title><summary type='text'>This morning I woke up to news of a murder back home. Don't get me wrong, I read about murder everyday in the news but when it hits close to home it's more difficult to wrap your head around it.The news was about a couple shot dead in their home. The male victim went to my university and at one point, we were taking the same classes for business management. After graduating, he established </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2400845550788257954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2400845550788257954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-has-become-of-this-world.html' title='what has become of this world?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-966548494866589537</id><published>2009-08-11T15:46:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:17:50.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh blue, i love you!</title><summary type='text'>This has been long overdue. After months of being taunted by the ghastly and horribly boring cream-colored walls, we finally went out of our way to go to the hardware store and buy a can of paint.Who would've thought that choosing a shade of blue would be tough? We reluctantly settled with Fresh Blue. Fortunately, it was the perfect shade of blue that gave our apartment the right kind of pop that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/966548494866589537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/966548494866589537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-blue-i-love-you.html' title='fresh blue, i love you!'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SoOQCG0FJcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/E2HGDkkl3Pc/s72-c/IMG_1902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8322241215544235779</id><published>2009-08-03T21:32:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:06:37.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tie a yellow ribbon</title><summary type='text'>"As I came to power peacefully, so shall I keep it. That is my contract with my people, and my commitment to God."--Corazon Aquino No words could ever describe how much this woman has touched the lives of millions of Filipinos. Today, I join Filipinos all over the world who mourn the loss of the Philippines' most loved president.A friend captured this picture of the thousands who lined the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8322241215544235779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8322241215544235779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/08/tie-yellow-ribbon.html' title='tie a yellow ribbon'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/Snb3fw7hqeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/IXq3IKIB16k/s72-c/Cory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6365810523988363909</id><published>2009-07-31T10:59:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:42:04.804+07:00</updated><title type='text'>uniquely singapore</title><summary type='text'>After 3 trips to Singapore, I still haven't seen the sights. Sadly, most trips were for business and/or way too short for me to see what Singapore has to offer. So last June, I went on a trip with one of my bestest friends to do all the kitschy touristy things.How touristy of me...We arrived on a rainy Wednesday.  Obviously, the bad weather didn't stop us.Welcome to Chi-town!Alex devouring the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6365810523988363909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6365810523988363909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/07/uniquely-singapore.html' title='uniquely singapore'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SnJs3SUlqeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DKYi-k10emo/s72-c/SG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4891095345652199798</id><published>2009-07-08T11:43:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:30:23.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasant discoveries</title><summary type='text'>Just some of the things that have caught my fancy in the past few weeks:1) A talented photographer that goes by the name of Kelty and who is the brains behind Steep Street Photography. She takes wonderful, wonderful pictures. Here are some of my favorites in her awesome gallery:2) Cute dresses from Sarah Seven, a fashion designer hailing from Portland, Oregon. Check out more of her stuff here.3) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4891095345652199798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4891095345652199798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/07/pleasant-discoveries.html' title='pleasant discoveries'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SlQmRtTOf1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/wFaIvZDTXw0/s72-c/Steepst1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3787362308944916282</id><published>2009-07-06T22:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:07:34.508+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cos we have tropical needs</title><summary type='text'>Did I mention that D and I went to Koh Phangan last April? Well, here's a video for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3787362308944916282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3787362308944916282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/07/cos-we-have-tropical-needs.html' title='cos we have tropical needs'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3725121991440728885</id><published>2009-06-15T23:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:31:00.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a riot, like a riot, oh!</title><summary type='text'>I've had a really tough day today. A weird dream I had last night found a way to seep into my reality and left me feeling not quite myself for the better part of the day. Fortunately, I've got a determined boyfriend to help me shake off the bad vibes with lots of reassuring hugs and good ol' TLC.Other than the occasional unforeseen and unexplainable crappiness, everything's been fine and dandy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3725121991440728885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3725121991440728885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-riot-like-riot-oh.html' title='like a riot, like a riot, oh!'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SjcoZoQVBkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uJAvDXH0ASc/s72-c/IMG_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4419457463166129884</id><published>2009-06-10T21:27:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:09:22.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hollywood</title><summary type='text'>Today, I had my first Hollywood celebrity sighting - in Bangkok, no less!The Story: My friend Alex got off work early to meet up with me for coffee and chit chat. We spent almost the entire afternoon at Vanilla Brasserie in Siam Paragon talking about nothing, anything and everything in between. After hours of sipping on our watered-down iced choco drinks, we decided it was time for a smoke.As we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4419457463166129884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4419457463166129884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-hollywood.html' title='hello hollywood'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/Si_C8KvxmTI/AAAAAAAAALk/B4vkAsXTWyw/s72-c/mini_me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7208853344594704067</id><published>2009-06-06T21:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:33:15.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme parties'/><title type='text'>is that a reefer you're holding, miss?</title><summary type='text'>D got invited to a friend's going-away party last night. Oh did I tell you there was a theme? It was Even Better Than the Real Thing. Here we are captured candidly while admiring a crowd composed of a unicorn, Marty McFly, a pimp, a peacock, the last Samurai, a couple of strippers and a bunch of guys in wigs.Meet the undercover narcotics agent and the hippie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7208853344594704067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7208853344594704067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-that-reefer-youre-holding-miss.html' title='is that a reefer you&apos;re holding, miss?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/Sip7UDb-r9I/AAAAAAAAALU/EE73__DP8jQ/s72-c/cop_hippie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7236863751144251785</id><published>2009-05-23T21:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:15:56.629+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i see you</title><summary type='text'>On nights like this, I like staring at the guy sitting across the table from me.Yeah.He's my favorite view.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7236863751144251785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7236863751144251785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-see-you.html' title='i see you'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/ShgSrDSFYCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Yp-uTrLBLt0/s72-c/D-across.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1891758410147149335</id><published>2009-05-18T21:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:52:46.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So.</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about deleting my older posts in this blog. Why? Oh you know... every time I read my old posts, a part of me wants to either shriek in complete disgust or roll my eyes while uttering the words "Oh Please" with the insurmountable arrogance of an elitist snob or hide under the table in fetal position and dwell on the consequences of my online exhibitionism. It's just that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1891758410147149335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1891758410147149335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So.'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8592759112569952916</id><published>2009-04-02T13:43:00.027+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:23:04.477+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuala Lumpur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends of fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pattaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ho Chi Minh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khao San Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>the story so far</title><summary type='text'>For the first quarter of 2009, let pictures do the talking.JANUARYBarbecue, beer pong and pool parties.***FEBRUARYTwin Towers, Petaling Street and Valentines.***Cheap rental bikes, lovely parks and steady Sundays.***Road trips, Mexican food and Sleaze Town.***MARCHCheap thrills, crazy rides and the Dream Team.***The best Mojitos, straw hats and motorbike traffic.***Fisherman's pants, guesthouses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8592759112569952916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8592759112569952916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-so-far.html' title='the story so far'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SdRhBTbOy8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/bamKH02kdQ8/s72-c/t22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1562128086053069348</id><published>2009-03-21T11:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:15:35.558+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eye want</title><summary type='text'>I'm not exactly a big fan of sneakers but I wouldn't mind having a pair of these:Katamari Damacy-styled dunks!Read more about it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1562128086053069348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1562128086053069348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/03/eye-want.html' title='eye want'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/ScRo72EX3_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aUs8tZvuWsw/s72-c/katamari_dunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-725365418709020921</id><published>2009-03-18T11:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:28:42.205+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the plague</title><summary type='text'>These days, I wrestle with the inconsolable restlessness that comes with a schedule that usually consists of 2-3 hours of attending to work emails, an hour or so of getting work done around the house, and the rest of the day mulling over thoughts of how I can make good use of all this idle time. Ah! Idle time... something that was a bit of a luxury in my past life (also known as me a year ago).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/725365418709020921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/725365418709020921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/03/plague.html' title='the plague'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2438429589407560008</id><published>2009-03-05T08:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:58:46.155+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bee's knees</title><summary type='text'>
yes, he  is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2438429589407560008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2438429589407560008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/03/bees-knees.html' title='the bee&apos;s knees'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/Sa-kogr45DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GPYAaFidhXk/s72-c/IMG_0972-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2494929793492660462</id><published>2009-02-26T15:39:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:47:33.836+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speed Levitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>a sparkle of cruising energy</title><summary type='text'>I think I love you, Timothy "Speed" Levitch.


A couple of weeks ago, the manfriend introduced me to American actor, speaker, author, voice actor and tour guide extraordinaire Tim Levitch by making me watch the 1998 documentary film made by Bennett Miller, The Cruise. The attraction was almost instantaneous. His fast talking style, ease in use of high falluting words, and evident passion for NYC </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2494929793492660462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2494929793492660462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sparkle-of-cruising-energy.html' title='a sparkle of cruising energy'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SaZYs7XOIZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3clWPqHtM0M/s72-c/speed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-860496355774672690</id><published>2009-02-05T14:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:37:37.052+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>thiz iz it</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago, D and I became "officially a couple" on Facebook.  It's kinda silly, really. The truth is, D and I have been together even  before I left Manila. But we only changed our Facebook status to ward  off the hoochies that have been trying to befriend the boyfriend - not  that it was bothering me. It was bothering him. 

Knowing  that half my family is on Facebook, I was pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/860496355774672690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/860496355774672690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/02/thiz-iz-it.html' title='thiz iz it'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6444956049061983365</id><published>2009-01-26T14:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:00:27.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is sweet like candy to my soul</title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Bangkok!So I got to fly back after all. After stressing for days, the universe was gracious enough to let everything fall into place. The parents finally gave in and gave me the chance to give Bangkok another go. Leaving Manila for Bangkok this time around sorta felt like the first time I set out on my own 2 years ago. The only difference is I'm no longer pursuing this for personal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6444956049061983365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6444956049061983365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-sweet-like-candy-to-my-soul.html' title='2009 is sweet like candy to my soul'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1825565668657614497</id><published>2008-12-23T13:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:01:01.069+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rainbow connection</title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Manila!I arrived last Saturday morning and was greeted by humid weather, cloudy skies with scattered rain showers and horrific traffic brought about by the Christmas rush. It's good to be home. In the last 3 days that I've been here, I've managed to eat, eat and eat some more. Is this all I really do? Seems like it. It's scaring me.I find it weird to be home. I feel like I'm here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1825565668657614497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1825565668657614497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainbow-connection.html' title='the rainbow connection'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7251141581192136329</id><published>2008-12-10T20:38:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:01:24.779+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little lullaby to keep</title><summary type='text'>This song never fails to make me swoon. Yes I dare say it, I swoon. I swoon at how Mr. Mraz lovingly strums his guitar and sings from his heart. I swoon at the sincerity of the words of the song. I swoon at how I imagine this as the song I would sing to that person I am patiently anticipating to sweep me off my feet. This is the song that picks me up, shakes off all that negative vibe, clears my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7251141581192136329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7251141581192136329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-little-lullaby-to-keep.html' title='just a little lullaby to keep'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4079614460371653468</id><published>2008-12-03T11:22:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:02:00.174+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll make the most of it, i'm an extraordinary machine</title><summary type='text'> First week of the last month of 2008 and I find myself contemplating on the year that was. I guess it's safe to say that it has been another rollercoaster ride of sorts.The first half of the year went great. Perfect, in fact. I had taken on a new job that made me feel like I was on top of my game. The job in itself was stressful and at times, even pushed me to my breaking point. But I loved it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4079614460371653468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4079614460371653468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-week-of-last-month-of-2008-and-i.html' title='i&apos;ll make the most of it, i&apos;m an extraordinary machine'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2375353248019157743</id><published>2008-11-28T09:59:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:36:54.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear santa</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this week, I received an email from the company's HR personnel informing everyone that we'll be having the Secret Santa game in the name of infusing some holiday spirit in the office. They even encouraged us to make a list of gifts we would like to receive. So, being an obedient worker, I did as I was told. I came up with a list and wrote a letter to my Secret Santa.Dear Secret Santa,You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2375353248019157743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2375353248019157743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-santa.html' title='dear santa'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SS9svXqQizI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3L9_N6hniFI/s72-c/back_titel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7848470413891344983</id><published>2008-11-26T14:42:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:02:34.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>darling just start the chase - I'll let you win</title><summary type='text'>Today, I did something totally uncharacteristic of me - something that I only would have done if my life depended on it or when a member of the opposite sex has unknowingly and abruptly caught my fancy.I don't really want to go to the gory details. But let's just say, I managed to sabotage my chances of spending a significant amount of time with someone whose company I genuinely enjoy. The reason</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7848470413891344983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7848470413891344983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-babysteps.html' title='darling just start the chase - I&apos;ll let you win'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-761524232450683125</id><published>2008-11-24T14:08:00.026+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:04:04.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet november</title><summary type='text'>...in pictures!Trixie in BKKMy highschool seatmate, Trixie, visited Bangkok this month. She was in town with her business partner doing some shopping and cooking up ideas to further expand their new business venture.It sure was nice seeing her as the last time I saw her was Christmas last year. Although we didn't get to hang out as much (because she got drunk after 1 beer and decided to head back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/761524232450683125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/761524232450683125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-november.html' title='sweet november'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SSpUNBI3DQI/AAAAAAAAACw/2thS5E2ZTVs/s72-c/trix2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7637776972034982192</id><published>2008-11-10T15:20:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:04:29.727+07:00</updated><title type='text'>your real age and adding a little HMPH</title><summary type='text'>You know those forwarded emails with random quizzes that people send to you? Yeah...those. Don't lie. I know you've answered a few.Well, I have a regular influx of those kinds of emails - usually from my dad who seem to have a certain fascination of sending random forwarded emails to me. The most recent one had the subject title: "Dr. Phil's Test...I'm 42."Since it was a relatively slow day at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7637776972034982192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7637776972034982192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-your-real-age.html' title='your real age and adding a little HMPH'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1300400596350682818</id><published>2008-10-12T22:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:14:22.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'>good to go</title><summary type='text'>A quarter before the clock hits midnight and I am still wide awake. I have work tomorrow but sleep is but a far concept that my mind would not comprehend. Mr. A-Z's new summer-y song has been on repeat and I've been bobbing my head back and forth to its catchy tune. Watching the official video has also rekindled my fondness for scruffy-looking musicians who speak their hearts through their songs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1300400596350682818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1300400596350682818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-to-go.html' title='good to go'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4332632743974473758</id><published>2008-10-11T11:10:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:14:59.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how certain personal epiphanies turn your life around. One minute you're feeling down and out but in a flick of finger, you finally get it. Next thing you know, you find yourself humming happy tunes and bobbing your head back and forth to the beat of life.I've been on a week-long sabbatical. Albeit not by choice, I've taken it as a refreshing break. It certainly has given me an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4332632743974473758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4332632743974473758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-into-your-heart-and-youll-find.html' title='look into your heart and you&apos;ll find that the sky is yours'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7727397057017399797</id><published>2008-10-04T10:47:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:15:15.708+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sue the weatherman</title><summary type='text'>...because he didn't warn me about the effin' shit storm!Yes, life right now isn't exactly a walk in the park. But I refuse to dwell on the unfortunate circumstances that has defined my existence as of late. Instead, I am making a conscious choice of celebrating the good amidst the bad.I am thankful for...1. FamilySurely, being oceans apart does not hinder my family from giving me the kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7727397057017399797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7727397057017399797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sue-weatherman.html' title='sue the weatherman'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8373359354048869554</id><published>2008-08-20T15:36:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:15:28.205+07:00</updated><title type='text'>best life challenge</title><summary type='text'>After months of living in denial, I have finally summoned enough courage to admit that I need to lose weight. The thing is, I am well-aware of my overindulgence in my food intake that has consequently resulted to this constant weight gain that is starting to bother me. Dressing up isn't as fun anymore as I put so much effort in hiding the undesirable flabby arms and stomach bulges; not to mention</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8373359354048869554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8373359354048869554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-will-do-you-good.html' title='best life challenge'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-922117746955171275</id><published>2008-08-09T14:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:39:48.189+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figgy'/><title type='text'>sad face</title><summary type='text'>I received an email from my younger brother, RJ, today. In his email, he said: "Umuwi ka na lang Ate. I can't believe I'm crying while writing this..."

And then he signed off by saying: "Shake and bake! I love you!"

Reading it crushed my heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/922117746955171275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/922117746955171275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-face.html' title='sad face'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7244609139871202333</id><published>2008-08-09T08:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:56:26.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy afternoons watching you</title><summary type='text'>I decided to go on a leisurely stroll at Lumpini Park today. After an  hour of aimlessly wandering around the park, I ventured out to the  streets and ended up in Langsuan. After hours of walking, I decided to  reward myself with a refreshing drink at the nearby Starbucks. I've been  to this branch a couple of times and in those few instances, it has  struck me with its cozy vibe.

I went in and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7244609139871202333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7244609139871202333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-afternoons-watching-you.html' title='lazy afternoons watching you'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SJ55r1YnJ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hy49DyoMOSM/s72-c/000045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1272241258647369986</id><published>2008-08-03T21:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:15:41.308+07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling butterflies</title><summary type='text'>I was thisclose to surrendering to skepticism when it comes to love and relationships until a friend of mine suggested that I check out this song by Lily Allen called Who'd of Known.In her words, she described it as simple and freakingly sweet. She then continues by saying: You know, that thing after you've fallen in love with someone and that person feels the same way and "there's just a right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1272241258647369986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1272241258647369986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-butterflies.html' title='feeling butterflies'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6490313780453257392</id><published>2008-07-10T15:34:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:16:23.989+07:00</updated><title type='text'>people are blessings too</title><summary type='text'>Lately, it feels as if life is taking me on a wild ride. Some days, I feel ridiculously ecstatic - jumping for joy - up in the clouds - delirious kind of happy. But then again, there are days I feel down and out - life is a bitch - I can't take any more of this shit kind of sad. I think it's safe to say that it has been a bit of an extreme.But regardless of whether I'm up or down, I still get by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6490313780453257392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6490313780453257392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-are-blessings-too.html' title='people are blessings too'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SHXj63dI-eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RjkaObgHFPQ/s72-c/b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3468805803006398052</id><published>2008-06-29T14:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:43:34.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a string of incoherent thoughts</title><summary type='text'>There's something comforting about typing away whatever thoughts I have  in my head. Just like now. I am typing as these random musings pop up...

Got   a wake up call at an unholy hour that is 7 am (i sleep in til 2pm  during weekends) from my mother. Albeit a bit groggy from being awaken  from deep slumber, I managed to be polite enough to engage in a decent  conversation. The whole point of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3468805803006398052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3468805803006398052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/string-of-incoherent-thoughts.html' title='a string of incoherent thoughts'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5857725774690955725</id><published>2008-06-21T14:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:45:54.211+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a language that you can't read</title><summary type='text'>My favorite time of the day is when I get to sit on the railing of my  balcony and smoke up one of those Indonesian cloves. I suck the life out  of me with every puff and as I exhale, I watch the thick cloud of smoke  rise up and eventually vanish into thin air. In the amount of time that  takes me to finish that cancer stick, I think about you. Me. But mostly  you. 

Because.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5857725774690955725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5857725774690955725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-language-that-you-cant-read.html' title='i am a language that you can&apos;t read'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1309018314456281443</id><published>2008-06-14T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:47:25.675+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mother</title><summary type='text'>After two weeks of intense mother-daughter bonding, Mom flies back to  Manila tonight leaving me crying a bucket of tears as I find myself  alone yet again in an apartment filled with silence that is slowly  eating me whole.

True to form, Mom has attended to her motherly  duties - squeezing me with tight reassuring hugs, feeding me with good  ol' homecooked meals, and giving me an earful of her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1309018314456281443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1309018314456281443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-mother.html' title='oh mother'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6805339562340655631</id><published>2008-05-28T14:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:54:06.642+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams are made of these</title><summary type='text'>Guess what? I'm not going to rant because...

I had a laid back weekend! Kicked off the weekend by letting loose at the Casablanca party last Friday night. 

The  weekend wore on as I spent a nice Saturday afternoon with my good  friend Doug, watching Juno and passing time looking for random stuff at  the 60baht store. Then I woke up the next day to go to an awesome Sunday  english brunch, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6805339562340655631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6805339562340655631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='sweet dreams are made of these'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4163464257114473816</id><published>2008-05-12T14:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:55:32.583+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental farts'/><title type='text'>i'm a cliche</title><summary type='text'>Single lonely woman eating Chinese take out in front of the TV.

How tragic.

Man, I'm thisclose to having microwaveable TV dinners.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4163464257114473816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4163464257114473816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-cliche.html' title='i&apos;m a cliche'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5188571524360353805</id><published>2008-04-16T14:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:59:11.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm fine, and you?</title><summary type='text'>Needless to say, I've been too caught up with life that I couldn't even be bothered to sit down and write a decent post.

Actually, I've been wanting to write about what I've been upto lately but the inspiration to do so continuously eludes me. Aside from lack of inspiration, my mood swings have made it relatively difficult for me to express the state that I am in now. My emotional dispositions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5188571524360353805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5188571524360353805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-fine-and-you.html' title='i&apos;m fine, and you?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-4057052991339799219</id><published>2008-04-16T12:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:16:35.552+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ho-hum.</title><summary type='text'>A month has passed since my last entry. Needless to say, I've been too caught up with life that I couldn't even be bothered to sit down and write a decent post.Actually, I've been wanting to write about what I've been upto lately but the inspiration to do so continuously eludes me. Aside from lack of inspiration, my mood swings have made it relatively difficult for me to express the state that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4057052991339799219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/4057052991339799219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/ho-hum.html' title='ho-hum.'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2947392714388499960</id><published>2008-04-16T08:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:03:21.400+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm done with the merry-go-round</title><summary type='text'>don't you want to stand still with  me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2947392714388499960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2947392714388499960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-done-with-merry-go-round.html' title='i&apos;m done with the merry-go-round'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p8de-iR19dU/SAXEEBhYsVI/AAAAAAAAABI/TTORKlUlCW0/s72-c/back+to+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3049008716583486366</id><published>2008-04-15T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:00:21.578+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3049008716583486366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3049008716583486366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like.html' title='i like'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-3236657833711962438</id><published>2008-02-26T15:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:02:03.738+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making lists'/><title type='text'>happy face on</title><summary type='text'>Because I need a refreshing dose of happy thoughts after a grueling week of work and  overall negativity,  here's my list of 10 things that recently made me happy:

1. being able to see my family - even if it's just through a webcam.
2. finding the last Nature Up Cereal Beverage in the office fridge.
3. receiving White Rabbit from an officemate.
4. good ol' greasy food :)
5. talking to David </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3236657833711962438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/3236657833711962438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-face-on.html' title='happy face on'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2720100955292995968</id><published>2008-02-14T14:07:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:16:48.124+07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is cupid when you need him?</title><summary type='text'>You know you're sad when you've had a really long day at work then you come home and bask in the deafening silence of an empty apartment.You know you're lonely when you try to use work to distract you from that nagging voice in your head that constantly reminds you of the importance of human interaction. You know you're miserable when you spend a whole weekend spread out on your couch, stuffing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2720100955292995968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2720100955292995968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-is-cupid-when-you-need-him.html' title='where is cupid when you need him?'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1969966285014476181</id><published>2008-01-27T15:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:10:33.057+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello madness</title><summary type='text'>These past few weeks have been a blur and here I am trying to keep up with it...again. I knew I wanted to make some changes but I guess I just didn't anticipate it to happen all at once. 

I should've seen it coming. After all, I've been reading so much stuff on the law of attraction due to my Thai boss' influence. She's been bombarding me with so much information about The Secret that one day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1969966285014476181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1969966285014476181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-madness.html' title='hello madness'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8529122493424325800</id><published>2008-01-05T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:16:03.349+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it ends here</title><summary type='text'>The second half of my Manila holiday has been pretty hectic with  get-togethers with different groups of people. It has been tiring but  fun nonetheless. 

Dinner with the Assumptionistas at High Street

 Dumb fun with UA&amp;P block
 Get-together at Alyn's
 With my uber busy brother who's now looking mighty fine after losing 70lbs! His secret? a strict diet, intense exercise program, and saying NO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8529122493424325800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8529122493424325800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-ends-here.html' title='it ends here'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2743562271419511551</id><published>2007-12-29T15:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:23:34.445+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story so far</title><summary type='text'>A rundown of what I've been doing lately...

DAY 1(12.23.07): I  arrive in Manila at about 3 pm. I get out of the airport terminal at  about 3:45 pm because my luggage took forever to be released. The  parents welcome me back with a big tight hug. We head out to Tiendesitas  for a quick stroll. I was desperate to feel the Christmas rush. After  which, we went to Omakase because I missed it so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2743562271419511551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2743562271419511551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-so-far.html' title='the story so far'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5146435761419099978</id><published>2007-12-29T12:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:17:01.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's written in the stars</title><summary type='text'>In a few days, we'll be ushering in a new year. As per tradition, I read my horoscope for the past year to see if the stars delivered their promise. My 2007 horoscope said: You will experience personal transformation in a deep and profound way. When I read this at the beginning of the year, I took it with the proverbial grain of salt. Sure, whatever. Tsss.But after much thought, I would have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5146435761419099978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5146435761419099978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-written-in-stars.html' title='it&apos;s written in the stars'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-8421476549522454502</id><published>2007-12-12T08:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:53:06.654+07:00</updated><title type='text'>without hesitation</title><summary type='text'>She  has played this scene countless times in her head. In her mind, she says  the right things at the right time. She is an expert in the play of  words and has mastered the art of witty repartee. She gets away with her  coy ways and makes him want her more. In her mind, she is in control.

But  why is it that real life fails in comparison? Why does she lose herself  when he's around? Why does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8421476549522454502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/8421476549522454502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/12/without-hesitation.html' title='without hesitation'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p8de-iR19dU/R19o6V97igI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xYs0ZUp8RDI/s72-c/000006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2689556928817387751</id><published>2007-12-04T08:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:52:13.797+07:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><summary type='text'>Lately,  I've been consumed by the idea of being alone yet again. The thought in  itself scared the shit out of me and has led me to think that maybe all  this time I've been nothing but an isolated ego of a whole; that a big  part of me is a mere reflection of the person I was with. It sure was an  epiphany that shattered my already beaten up self-esteem.

But  true to form, this amazing boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2689556928817387751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2689556928817387751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/12/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8de-iR19dU/R192hl97iiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4h--By5nmj8/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-738918200510355637</id><published>2007-11-23T15:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:29:25.531+07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling fine and going global</title><summary type='text'> Last year, I wrote an entry in my other online journal about the day David left for the States. I basically recounted what happened that day and pretty much described how I felt. With that heartfelt entry, I posted this picture of us:About a month ago, I read this entry again. A day later, I got a comment on that entry from a guy asking me permission to use this picture and include it in a book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/738918200510355637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/738918200510355637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-fine-and-going-global.html' title='feeling fine and going global'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-480825466247814395</id><published>2007-11-22T12:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:16:31.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>maynila</title><summary type='text'>Although I've come to love Bangkok, I know in my heart that I will always want to go back to Manila. It will always be home.Funny though, I always have a hard time trying to describe Manila every time someone asks me what it's like. There's so much I can say but can't quite put it into words.It's a shame that tourists are not so fond of traveling to Manila, Philippines. I've spoken to quite a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/480825466247814395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/480825466247814395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/maynila.html' title='maynila'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-2287010317628063221</id><published>2007-11-21T12:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:49:16.627+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figgy'/><title type='text'>to my favorite boy in the whole world</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday, my main man celebrated his 60th year. Of course, by "main man" I mean my dad.I can't believe he's 60. When my mom told me how old he was, I cried. It just felt like he was so old and I don't want him to be. Because if there's one thing that I wish for my dad, it would be immortality.My dad and I have always shared an inexplicable bond; the kind that only certified daddy's girls know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2287010317628063221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/2287010317628063221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-favorite-boy-in-whole-world.html' title='to my favorite boy in the whole world'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-1417965020293313460</id><published>2007-11-16T16:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:45:20.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>being grown-up</title><summary type='text'>After a year out on my own, I can honestly say that I’ve settled in just fine. Sure, there may have been instances wherein I just thought of going back to my comfortable life in Manila&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;. But somehow I always ended up shrugging the idea off because surprisingly, I found myself enjoying doing things on my own. I've realized that this so-called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1417965020293313460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/1417965020293313460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-grown-up.html' title='being grown-up'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-5771847081908541198</id><published>2007-11-15T15:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:31:26.131+07:00</updated><title type='text'>in mourning</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning feeling surprisingly good. I had a good night's  sleep and got to work just in time. But regardless of the unexpected  good start in my day, I had this sinking feeling that something was up. I  was feeling a bit chipper but the weather... the weather didn't quite  match the mood. The clouds were gray and there was a light drizzle - it  was as if heaven was feeling glum and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5771847081908541198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/5771847081908541198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-mourning.html' title='in mourning'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-700223445523501044</id><published>2007-11-13T13:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:13:51.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la bangkok</title><summary type='text'>I've been living in Bangkok for a year now. Everytime I meet someone here, they always ask if I like Bangkok, and I usually respond with an exuberant: "Yes! I'm loving it!"And I am loving it.Because really, what's not to love?I love the energy of the city. Something is always up and people get all worked up about it too. The city never seems to run out of parties to attend and events to look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/700223445523501044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/700223445523501044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/viva-la-bangkok.html' title='viva la bangkok'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-6094518985370358495</id><published>2007-11-12T14:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:09:42.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the un-dead</title><summary type='text'>Well, hello again.After a long hiatus from Blogger, I've decided that it's high time I resurrect this neglected blog. It's been a while and I think I'm just as anonymous again. After months of inactivity, I'm pretty sure most people have forgotten to check this corner of the worldwide web.So in an attempt to bring this blog back to life, I have taken the liberty of giving it a new look. And of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6094518985370358495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/6094518985370358495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-from-un-dead.html' title='back from the un-dead'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14075249.post-7074419469425789789</id><published>2007-09-24T15:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:37:11.225+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragic it is</title><summary type='text'>I just learned yesterday that a man jumped off the overpass bridge near  my apartment last Saturday morning. I guess that explains the unusual  traffic I encountered going home that Saturday morning. 

The man didn't die on the spot. He was rushed to the hospital where he eventually died.

It's so sad.

This  is the second case of suicide I've heard this year. The first one was  that of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7074419469425789789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14075249/posts/default/7074419469425789789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meafiggy.blogspot.com/2007/09/tragic-it-is.html' title='tragic it is'/><author><name>melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8de-iR19dU/S52rDY61EjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Mww4KZmaoFo/S220/dorkyme.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
