I am sad that there are heartless people in this world, who could do such a thing to a good person like Wildy. JUSTICE FOR WILDY!

Rest in Peace, Good Man. You’ll surely be missed.

I prayed that I could find solution to my problem, because it is the only remembrance of my nephew of his 3rd birthday. So I searched for programs that could retrieve those images. I have seen a lot of free programs for windows, but I can’t find any free ones for Mac (currently using MacBook). Here goes the advantages of having different OS available – after I got tired of searching for free retrieval software for Mac, I just opened my Windows notebook. On my MacBook, I already eyed a free program for windows, so that I won’t have a hard time searching. I just typed the URL of the program and installed it on my Windows notebook. The program is SoftPerfect File Recovery, which I got from the referral of GeckoandFly. It was SO PERFECT for me, because it worked flawlessly and recovered the batch of pictures that I deleted hours ago.

WARNING: After accidentally formatting or deleting pictures, DO NOT take pictures with the same memory card because it will lessen your chances to recover your pics. Luckily, I have not taken any pictures after I have reformatted it. Amazing how those pictures are still recovered after I deleted it on my MacBook and then Formatted it on the Cam.

So, here are the ballet pics:

Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.

So the morning, my family went to the Oton cemetery in where relatives of my Mom are being laid to rest.

When we arrived, there are still a few who are doing some cleaning and repairs which was supposed to be done days ago. This was the first time that my family went there morning, usually it would be afternoon or evening.

We have relatives that I don’t know where their place is, so I just lit a candle for them at the “Campo Santo.”

My son and daughter is really not aware what cemetery is for, so whenever they see me, they wanted me to take their pictures.

In Oton cemetery, this is where we usually visit;

My grandfather who I love and loves me so dearly. A known manghihilot in our area while he still have the energy to do so. With him is his 2nd wife, a sister or my real grandma.

My tito and cousin.

They are my relatives on my mother side.

Right after we lit candles and said our prayers for our dearly departed in Oton, we went home to leave my children and immediately go to Guimaras.

In Guimaras, this is where we usually visit;

This are my relatives on my father side.

My Lolo, who is the brother of my grandma and my Tito who is the brother of my dad who usually cooks fried chicken for me.

My great grandfather.

My cousin.

My great grandmother and her siblings.

My great grandmother is one of the few relatives of my Dad that is close to my Mom’s heart.

After that we went back home to Oton. It was a tiring day, but fulfilling one.

As mentioned, I am aware that my family is not alone in our house, there are unseen entities and luckily we have the good ones. However, it is inevitable that the idea of those unseen entities is quite scary.

• My cousin had experienced seeing a shadow figure in my room, and at the moment she was having a hard time moving and she can’t even shout. When she finally did, she ran as fast as she could to the next room where me and my Mom were watching the launching of PBB first season (if I recall it right).
• A few of my friends would inform me they feel something strange in the house, at least those ones that are sensitive to these kind of things.
• My Mom told me she had experience with those entities.

They don’t bother anyone. I think we are more of a bother to them, than they to us, because most of the time, my house is just too noisy. I guess those new to the house, specially new helpers would experience hearing footsteps coming from the masters bedroom when no-one is in the room or upstairs for that matter. These happens when my family would have our usual family day and we will all go out leaving one helper in the house.

I’ve learned a lot from the stories of old folks. One of which is that when your name is called by those unseen entities, “DO NOT ANSWER.” They say that if you do, that is the start of them, bringing you into their world. Also, if ever you visit their world, “DO NOT EAT.” If you do, then you will be with them forever or you will have a hard time returning to this world.

OKAY, so what runs into my mind at 3 AM?

• Often, when I feel like urinating and I see it is about those time, I would have a hard time building courage to go out of my room and go to the CR.
• I feel that when I put my feet on the floor, something under the bed will drag me.
• The stairs is just next to my door, so when going in after urinating, I would see the stairs and would imagine things.

They say our mind is a powerful thing, and I am scared that even if things are not there my imagination would let me see something there because I have already build an image on my mind about it. SO HELP ME GOD, PLEASE DON’T!

So, from a meeting with Iloilo Bloggers at Kopi Roti, I went home and found out that my necklace and my Mom’s watch were missing on where I usually put it. I was cleaning my face when my Mom entered the room. I asked her if she had kept it, and she said no. She then panicked and go shouting and checking it everywhere in a chaotic way. I was scared that it might be gone forever or someone took it, but still I was relaxed. I just told her don’t worry about it, I will be checking every corner of the house to look for it tomorrow.

I hope I would find it.

We chose to meet on this particular restaurant because they have a space for special meetings such as the ones we (Iloilo Bloggers) had. The main restaurant area is well planned and I just can’t resist to admire the decorations. The different seat designs made for different kinds of people which surely made this restaurant comfortable for me.

We enjoyed the food we ordered and had a great time interacting with each other. I remembered my first time visiting this place was with my family and my Mom just loved it immediately; with a delicious meal that fits into the budget, it would be a restaurant that surely Moms would love.

The Green Mango is located at Valeria street, near SM Delgado, in front of Ace Hardware and Max Restaurant. On its side is Coffee Break, where we went after our meeting. Bloggers introduced Coffee Break to the Luzon bloggers as “The Starbucks of Iloilo,” which Aileen had mentioned on her talk that same day for IT Week 2009 celebration at Robinsons Iloilo.

Why? Because they make me feel special.

Here are some of the hate comments I have received on this blog.

I edited the image to at least cover up my former employers.

I am not 100% sure if the one who made the comment using “P—– agent” is an actual agent of that company. I gotta say, that among the agents that worked for that company, I am the dumbest. So, I know my flaws! An agent who works or have worked for that company are smart, talented and intelligent. With the wrong grammars that I could notice from the commentator, I doubt that it came from that group. It was an honor for my stupid ass to work with that group. I am not saying I liked all the agents from there, but I have to admit they have brains bigger than mine.

I know admins from my former company are happy that I am not there anymore, that’s a FACT – I have been a pain in their asses when I was there.

I don’t really know why people make a big deal out of my existence. For years, I don’t mind other people in that company. I rarely even talk to my agents. Why make a big deal out of me being there? OH! I remember, if there are things that could catch my attention, I inform admins about it – I quote “JUST TO BE FAIR.”

Immoral *sigh* Am I the most immoral person there? Who knows … YOU dear commentator might be worst than me … but hey … you’re a hater … you’re life must be worst than mine … tsk tsk tsk

Obese? Me? WOW, I need lasiks!

Walks like a cripple. I have a knee injury and I have shown that to those who ask why I walk the way I do and sometimes just show it to those close to me for fun. I don’t intend to be a runway model. So as long as I could walk, I am happy.

My son. Hec and I have discussed about it. I have shared the story to a few people. Hell, I don’t even know who the father is, how could you be sure it’s not his? YES I AM A BITCH … but I am no whore! I don’t get paid for sex. From that, you might say because I am no good at it – unahan na kita – YES, I am lousy at it … might be the worst my partners ever had (wink wink).

Damak. Yes, I am. I only take a bath when I go out of the house. Sometimes, I don’t take a bath for days because I stay in my room all the time with a notebook or MacBook in my lap. I rarely get out of my bed. I have dandruff too, but right now it is not as worst as when I was working in the office. So, might be the stress that was causing it, or I just didn’t wash it off properly because of in a hurry going to the office.

Ugly, I have answered that one.

Grammar. I am not a good writer. I don’t blog to brag my skills in writing, I blog to express myself. I admit, most of the time I make mistakes and often I would notice it after posting. I edit some, but sometimes I just don’t feel like editing.

Those are my hate comments and my answers to give this haters some “consuelo de bobot.” I have more on my Intiendes blog before.

“Haters are Cowards”

Why is that? As, you can see ALL of the hate comments I received doesn’t reveal the persons identity. They are scared that a person might actually say something worst about them and that would humiliate them. Surely enough, if a person is a hater, it must mean that he or she is not happy with his or her life. The way I see it, if a person is living a happy life, then that person would see positive things about others.

Sometimes a hater would pretend to be someone they are not. I always give a benefit of the doubt whenever a hate comment uses a name of someone. As Mawe once said, it is better to answer it on your own blog to know your real identity because anyone could use your name when commenting – not his exact words, but something like that.

I know, people often misunderstood me. That is the reason why I opened my “intiendes” blog in the first place; To make people understand me better. But it has been filled with posts not related to the idea I created it for, so I created this new one.

If my actions are bothering you, then it would be better if you ask me why I do those things and perhaps you will learn from my experience. I don’t want to be misunderstood and I try my best to explain myself. You could cover your identity if you want to ask. Hate comments just lets me know your life is worst than mine, because right now I could see a persons mistake, try to understand why they are that way and I would see the positive side of it.

I appreciate those people who are brave enough to confront me of my negativity. To mention a few: Beverlyn Rempis and Rachel Jaro. For those people, “Thank You” for pointing out things I have to change and giving me a chance to improve myself.

I have plans that my next post on this blog should be something from those good companies who had given favor or support to bloggers, but I haven’t done it yet since I have got a lot of things on my TO DO list, but I am gonna skip some of it to work on the blogging task needed for those companies. Sorry for the delay! This hate comment just made me feel so alive! It’s my inspiration to blog.

It was good while it lasted. Goodbye office folks. Adios la oficina.

I was in Manila for WordCamp Philippines 2009 as a WordPress fanatic. I had a great time with my cousin while I was there. Though, I was only there for 3 days, it was a full 3 days! I remembered, it was my second time traveling to Manila alone.

First day, I arrived in our apartment by 1pm but my home buddies are not yet home. Our neighbors did welcome me, but I am not close to them so I decided to go out and kill time by having a manicure and pedicure. After my nails done, one of my home buddy is already home. He cooked the food I brought for dinner and we ate. My other home buddy arrived at 9pm and we watched a horror movie which I haven’t finished. She laughed at me because she wasn’t scared at all. She thought it was a comedy. DAMN that “Drag Me To Hell.” Why does everyone else thinks it is funny and I thought it was really scary!

Second day, me and my cousin Bevelyn went to the WordCamp Philippines 2009.

After the event, we ate at Teriyaki Boy.

I couldn’t find that here in Iloilo. So, here’s our craziness:

The food was fulfilling.

This was at Greenbelt.

Third day, we went to SM Mall of Asia (MOA) to buy “pasalubong.”

Our favorite, FLOSS at Bread Talk.

After roaming around the mall, we ate at the French Baker.

While waiting for the FLOSS we ordered, we had a Banana Split from Haagen Dazs.

So, after we got our Floss from Bread Talk. My cousin dropped me off at the Airport.

I am now back in Iloilo. A day after my arrival, I had a meeting with Iloilo Bloggers. I always have a good time with those people with great minds.

So busy!

Yesterday, during the IBM V demo, I was able to meet a few bloggers and to mention our Provincial Advisor Mr. Manuel Mejorada, who is updated when it comes to tech than I am.

Today, I will be joining Claire in a meeting with SM.

On the 28th and 29th special IT events.

If you are in Iloilo and wants to know more about SEO, you should attend the Digital Filipino SEO Workshop on September 28, 2009 at Netopia SM City Iloilo, 6 pm to 9 pm.

So, I wonder, if I am still in the office … I don’t know how to manage things in my life. I am so busy and expect more to pile up. I haven’t mentioned some of the events on my schedule, but if you want to be updated on IT events here in Iloilo or events that you could blog, add me on Plurk, Twitter or Facebook, if not then better check for an updated post on Iloilo Bloggers Blog.

So, I was going to my day job when I found out I have no coins to pay for the jeep. I took my Php 500 and gave it to the driver. He gave me back my money because he has no change. I told him to just have it change on a gasoline station. He answered me angrily – there’s no open gas station yet, because it’s too early. Well, upon passing a gas station, the driver was wrong. I just went down at the gas station for him to see that it is open!

Well, that’s my free ride this morning. I guess that’s a gift for me from that angry driver for being a Mom for 5 years now.

Happy Birthday my Hannah. I love you!