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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-1725695974342093330</id><published>2010-12-30T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:41:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;lies should hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's how you gauge how much you loved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---or how stupid you were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-1725695974342093330?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/1725695974342093330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=1725695974342093330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/1725695974342093330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/1725695974342093330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/12/lies-should-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-5203070802540730620</id><published>2010-10-31T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:23:25.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had my love and I gave you all my trust would you comfort me "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;~Jennifer Lopez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-5203070802540730620?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-3989430598385365498</id><published>2010-10-30T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:02:50.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing from kota kinabalu, sabah, malaysia</title><content type='html'>it's my first time to just stay at the hotel and not go out. not even in the pool area!&lt;div&gt;i went to the mall which is just beside the hotel but it has an entry from the lobby so i didn't get any sunshine at all for two days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people here are so friendly, especially when they hear i'm a filipino. they would talk to me like we are long time friends!  but i feel awkward strolling in my short dress..the ladies here wear long dresses fit for a muslim or long pants. i thought of buying a new pair of jeans but decided against it. i'd be going home tonight anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~can't wait to be in manila...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-3989430598385365498?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/3989430598385365498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=3989430598385365498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/3989430598385365498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/3989430598385365498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/10/writing-from-kota-kinabalu-sabah.html' title='writing from kota kinabalu, sabah, malaysia'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-5397916698168465796</id><published>2010-10-27T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:40:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing's missing: YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I spent the afternoon lounging by the pool area of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ichotelsgroup.com/intercontinental/en/gb/locations/hochiminhcity"&gt;Intercontinental Asiana Hotel&lt;/a&gt; at Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was in my favorite bikini, reading my favorite book, listening to my favorite music, and thinking of my favorite (??) guy. It was definitely one of the best moments and I thank God for such indulgence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Only one thing's missing: Someone to share this kind of moment with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-5397916698168465796?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/5397916698168465796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=5397916698168465796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/5397916698168465796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/5397916698168465796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-things-missing-you.html' title='one thing&apos;s missing: YOU'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-2985603131967966995</id><published>2010-10-12T18:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:45:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey for the FA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just finished answering a survey for Flight Attendants conducted by university students for their thesis. The survey lets you choose from 1 - 5, 1 being the easiest, to judge the difficulties you encounter on the flight. The survey didn't even include any explanation on what it was trying to find out. Or what the thesis is all about. I don't know. It just aggravated me that the paper was poorly conducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the problem can be traced back to the university and to the thesis adviser even. How can the thesis adviser approve of such survey. Will the students not be curious about the results? Like why is this encounter more difficult than the others. What are they going to do with the results of the survey? Make a graph? then what? the graph will visually show the results. then, again, what? Where can they get their explanations? I definitely won't be satisfied with just the summary of it. Would they have a flight attendant to explain it to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of writing the students a letter but i figured it would be best to leave them. Maybe they have other concerns with this. I don't know what they are going to do with the survey. It's not my problem anymore. This aggravation just started because I felt like the survey is incomplete. Unprofessional. What without any explanation on what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the students, though they should have thought about it. They should act professional in all their papers because they are asking professional people to answer it. This is serious matter and not some high school project. I don't blame the students. I blame the university and the thesis adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This still aggravates me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-2985603131967966995?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/2985603131967966995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=2985603131967966995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/2985603131967966995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/2985603131967966995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/10/survey-for-fa.html' title='Survey for the FA'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-7835519844683457532</id><published>2010-10-12T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:20:07.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facing the ancients</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/TLQi8o4-zwI/AAAAAAAAADY/enO-bW8l0jk/s1600/stonehenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/TLQi8o4-zwI/AAAAAAAAADY/enO-bW8l0jk/s320/stonehenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527081067854352130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know these ancient rocks from a default PC screensaver. Most people know it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard about these rock formations from Merlin stories and as a believer in some truth to legends and magical stories that I am, I was expecting to feel something seeing the Stonehenge up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there feeling giddy. It was so windy that day. The winds were bringing some chills. Aside from that, I felt nothing. It was still fun to be there though, but no misty, magical feelings. Forgive me, but i didn't even feel awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really disappointed...but maybe it was just over rated. For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not located in some dramatic hills or cliff that my imagination or some movies convinced me that it was. It is actually and fairly close to a countryside road. That totally made the location less dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the stone formation is ancient. I'm grateful I was able to visit it before its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-7835519844683457532?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/7835519844683457532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=7835519844683457532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/7835519844683457532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/7835519844683457532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/10/facing-ancients.html' title='facing the ancients'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/TLQi8o4-zwI/AAAAAAAAADY/enO-bW8l0jk/s72-c/stonehenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-7386875628527629596</id><published>2010-08-31T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:52:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for rule #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never ask. Never Beg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Not two weeks after I resolved myself into taking this rule of life that I broke it. I kept saying to myself that this time was an exception since I asked fervently for the sake of my family. Still, I did not receive it. and so I renew my vow to never ask, never beg.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-7386875628527629596?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/7386875628527629596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=7386875628527629596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/7386875628527629596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/7386875628527629596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-for-rule-2.html' title='so much for rule #2'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-3960416772086840242</id><published>2010-08-22T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:05:48.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just need one more kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one more touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just can't get enough of you but i'm in a rush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got to fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Jojo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10434044-3960416772086840242?l=velika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/feeds/3960416772086840242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10434044&amp;postID=3960416772086840242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/3960416772086840242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10434044/posts/default/3960416772086840242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velika.blogspot.com/2010/08/midnight-thought.html' title='midnight thought'/><author><name>velika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522416235150327127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZXaJMxHSvEY/R-eM9LSHwKI/AAAAAAAAACc/os9eIS0f_qc/S220/P03-08-07_10.46%5B3%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10434044.post-7317270812785990119</id><published>2010-08-21T07:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:36:33.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordcount</title><content type='html'>Back at Incheon again. The flight was fairly good. I was virtually INEXISTENT to my colleagues.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me count my words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I said my hellos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I reported all equipments are fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I said "ok" when they told me something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I said goodluck and good job after tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIVE! Five unique sentences on a 3 hour and 30 minutes flight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep on recalling how my workdays with JALways were and I can honestly say I've uttered more words then. I've even been reprimanded a few times for being talkative, with or without another Manila Crew in the zone/compartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to tell myself that I am probably just shy because I'm still a newbie here...But still! Sometimes, I go quiet all through out the flight it just creeps me. I try thinking too that maybe with JALways, even if the Japanese crew would talk among themselves in their own language, I can still manage to understand what they're talking about since we've been forced to learn their language and so I don't feel so left out. Maybe, too, that with JALways we don't get a lot of chance to talk to one another. It's either we go sit alone in the jumpseat or work in the galley. That way, at least nobody is chatting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hope for this stage of adjustment to pass. 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