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I thought it would be really cool because the toy was of the same height as him. I decided on a tiger design because he likes the movie &lt;i&gt;Ice Age&lt;/i&gt; -- we also started calling the toy Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8uSnCgfJVc/T7SvENMtC1I/AAAAAAAAClk/ZjURilkyWzs/s1600/diego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8uSnCgfJVc/T7SvENMtC1I/AAAAAAAAClk/ZjURilkyWzs/s320/diego.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so happy when he got it. We taught him how to push Diego (gently), just enough to show him that Diego bounces right back. He got so excited! He inspected Diego head to "foot" and started naming his body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he understands that Diego isn't alive... I don't even know if he cares. I guess it's like being able to touch one of the cartoon characters he watches on television... And to be as tall as him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing my nephew did was start running from Diego, and when he looked back, he said "habol! habol!" (run after me!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-3675405480779214277?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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EAT. HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In our trip to Quezon, our first stop was lunch in Palaisdaan. There are other restaurants with similar names or names that include that word, but this one is just plain "Palaisdaan".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The ambiance is serene. The food is great. FRESH. FISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is where I first tried Pako Salad... I miss it so much it hurts (Scrubs. Season1. 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I'm proud of it. Especially since I grew up with Kapampangan food which is the best kind of Filipino food (you may contest this by presenting your best version of sisig).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Second to Filipino food, I'd go for Thai food next. It is amaaaazing. It's the primary reason why I'd like to live in Thailand if I were to be exiled from my home country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so happy when we finally arranged our long awaited roadtrip to Angeles City, Pampanga. We were supposed to eat in a Thai lady's house that she converted into a restaurant but we found it closed and out of business (the walls were torn down).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although we were dejected, we chanced on &lt;b&gt;Siam House&lt;/b&gt; along the road. It says "Thai" and that was good enough for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMmG6X4Sw5k/T7NYYuqQyGI/AAAAAAAACi4/a4qCdkpVl6g/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMmG6X4Sw5k/T7NYYuqQyGI/AAAAAAAACi4/a4qCdkpVl6g/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uWG_LRChAs/T7NXzKyH09I/AAAAAAAACiI/B4D_y0pnduM/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uWG_LRChAs/T7NXzKyH09I/AAAAAAAACiI/B4D_y0pnduM/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't look much, but their papaya salad is great!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6o44ntEK-Q/T7NX528yEqI/AAAAAAAACiY/JEjip71vqKc/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6o44ntEK-Q/T7NX528yEqI/AAAAAAAACiY/JEjip71vqKc/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDVysPFkKgI/T7NX-ZokDhI/AAAAAAAACig/FUFu0_QJy6o/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDVysPFkKgI/T7NX-ZokDhI/AAAAAAAACig/FUFu0_QJy6o/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PAD THAI! PAD THAI! PAD THAI! The kalamansi wasn't that huge, it just looks like a dalandan in this picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tvV-jEiKDY/T7NYVaPTd4I/AAAAAAAACiw/2KRu5fIEzWU/s1600/IMG_1195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tvV-jEiKDY/T7NYVaPTd4I/AAAAAAAACiw/2KRu5fIEzWU/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXMMMk30TC0/T7NYby2rzjI/AAAAAAAACjA/BBMyoBVjgEQ/s1600/IMG_1197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXMMMk30TC0/T7NYby2rzjI/AAAAAAAACjA/BBMyoBVjgEQ/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to Marquee mall to walk off what we ate. Then we went back to Angeles for some Shawarma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UXOeYei4nI/T7NYiGBtc9I/AAAAAAAACjQ/QTZl9BifFDM/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UXOeYei4nI/T7NYiGBtc9I/AAAAAAAACjQ/QTZl9BifFDM/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-7536638857910932151?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So breakfast was also out of the question. We tried looking for a breakfast place in Lucban town proper but we were too early and all the establishments were still closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ60Jog-5fY/T7ItVs5z_kI/AAAAAAAACcY/UVLWJrUQu4M/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ60Jog-5fY/T7ItVs5z_kI/AAAAAAAACcY/UVLWJrUQu4M/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking towards a restaurant called Buddy for some pansit but it was still closed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;So we went to &lt;a href="http://graceland.com.ph/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Graceland&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;where we planned to stay for the night (but we ended up leaving for Manila on the same day because of the weather). Owmaygod Graceland is such a beautiful place! I cant stop thinking that we should have skipped our impromptu camping and went straight there to relax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CY4eOfUi2KQ/T7ItYWENupI/AAAAAAAACco/c2rm04ih6o0/s1600/IMG_1668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CY4eOfUi2KQ/T7ItYWENupI/AAAAAAAACco/c2rm04ih6o0/s320/IMG_1668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;View from Graceland's cafe where we had a civilized breakfast.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjWfXy8TyMQ/T7ItZ2Fpk9I/AAAAAAAACcw/1ya2JBxn6xA/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjWfXy8TyMQ/T7ItZ2Fpk9I/AAAAAAAACcw/1ya2JBxn6xA/s200/IMG_1673.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graceland's cafe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVLzeWxuBgU/T7ItbDRqVgI/AAAAAAAACc4/pgQHVIIa5F4/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVLzeWxuBgU/T7ItbDRqVgI/AAAAAAAACc4/pgQHVIIa5F4/s200/IMG_1674.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast: Spanish omelette for Php99.&lt;br /&gt;If only it comes free with coffee, &lt;br /&gt;then it would have been perfect.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;We used their campsite bathroom to shower and make ourselves presentable again. I don't know if my charming best friend had to convince anyone to let us do that even though we were not [yet] registered guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I wanted to walk around but we had to leave as soon as possible so we can cover our main goal: food trip in Lucban. We were already making plans: running, swimming, betting on obstacle courses for when we came back... weather ruined our plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_ckBKHmI44/T7Itc8vcbnI/AAAAAAAACdA/9412M5KyHHo/s1600/IMG_1677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_ckBKHmI44/T7Itc8vcbnI/AAAAAAAACdA/9412M5KyHHo/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pako (fern; for salad; awesome; delicious) for sale! This small store is a few hundred meters from Kamay ni Hesus.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;We've been looking for a place to buy Pako. We went to the market but there were only a few bundles available. The vendor said there isn't much on sale because it's getting hotter and drier into Summer. We were so happy to find it in a small by-the-road store! We bought three bundles each -- we'd have gotten more but we couldn't figure out how to transport a lot of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Before Lucban, we went to Liliw. It's a place that specializes in locally made footwear. It's actually in Laguna, not Quezon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mB2IxrX-8Dc/T7IteQIksHI/AAAAAAAACdI/u05v8qqRpac/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mB2IxrX-8Dc/T7IteQIksHI/AAAAAAAACdI/u05v8qqRpac/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Liliw's festival!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_7bWORPoo/T7ItoS6mZjI/AAAAAAAACdw/4gbWtfgpJTY/s1600/IMG_1689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_7bWORPoo/T7ItoS6mZjI/AAAAAAAACdw/4gbWtfgpJTY/s200/IMG_1689.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWioWJAyhbY/T7ItgDIjO9I/AAAAAAAACdQ/1EdBGGxpFY8/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWioWJAyhbY/T7ItgDIjO9I/AAAAAAAACdQ/1EdBGGxpFY8/s200/IMG_1679.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FEETflops anyone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgwpZZK2YP8/T7ItjqQ6CYI/AAAAAAAACdY/gQ3UJSiFoeY/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgwpZZK2YP8/T7ItjqQ6CYI/AAAAAAAACdY/gQ3UJSiFoeY/s200/IMG_1680.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU2N3zB2qac/T7ItllDJ-0I/AAAAAAAACdg/cIW6PUUZVxM/s1600/IMG_1683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU2N3zB2qac/T7ItllDJ-0I/AAAAAAAACdg/cIW6PUUZVxM/s200/IMG_1683.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOaHm23kilk/T7ItmlVfeHI/AAAAAAAACdo/4vcxGIYfmvs/s1600/IMG_1685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOaHm23kilk/T7ItmlVfeHI/AAAAAAAACdo/4vcxGIYfmvs/s200/IMG_1685.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BjQkIzf-2Q/T7ItpjJ88JI/AAAAAAAACd4/IN22jfqGKvA/s1600/IMG_1690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BjQkIzf-2Q/T7ItpjJ88JI/AAAAAAAACd4/IN22jfqGKvA/s200/IMG_1690.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnCqZaGglw/T7It337r6qI/AAAAAAAACfI/25VVGhXp7z0/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnCqZaGglw/T7It337r6qI/AAAAAAAACfI/25VVGhXp7z0/s200/IMG_1707.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Along the street full of footwear stores is a very special unmarked store that sells rice cakes and the most awesome bibingka made of coconut.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZyEOxxwde4/T7ItulDxt8I/AAAAAAAACeQ/QdsqB3M3z5I/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZyEOxxwde4/T7ItulDxt8I/AAAAAAAACeQ/QdsqB3M3z5I/s320/IMG_1695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I said they have no signage, I meant they have no signage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i75lkAAhhbk/T7ItwIiruFI/AAAAAAAACeY/nGUVWw6_uqw/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i75lkAAhhbk/T7ItwIiruFI/AAAAAAAACeY/nGUVWw6_uqw/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These ladies are waiting for their pictures posted online. Here they are!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;We also found an interesting shop that sells... interesting stuff. I wanted to sing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;Look at this trove, treasures untold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;How many wonders can one cavern hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;Looking around here, you'd think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;Sure, she's got everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfYaQkUMPvE/T7It1IUtipI/AAAAAAAACe4/oLBo5EUzU-4/s1600/IMG_1703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfYaQkUMPvE/T7It1IUtipI/AAAAAAAACe4/oLBo5EUzU-4/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting shop!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Then after a lot of window shopping and a lot of buko juice, off we go to Lucban. They were celebrating Langgonisa festival!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Note: "Longganisa" is how we call the normal longganisa. "Langgonisa" specifically refers to longganisa made in Lucban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPPv9zFZSsk/T7It5DHQyUI/AAAAAAAACfQ/elNgA74rsPI/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPPv9zFZSsk/T7It5DHQyUI/AAAAAAAACfQ/elNgA74rsPI/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your regular longganisa meatshop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtOKRn8oqF0/T7It6JvZuCI/AAAAAAAACfY/8IdeRIlXteA/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtOKRn8oqF0/T7It6JvZuCI/AAAAAAAACfY/8IdeRIlXteA/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have longganisa everywhere!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0nk_jN500Q/T7It7ATFzDI/AAAAAAAACfg/ky1WRIUAySE/s1600/IMG_1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0nk_jN500Q/T7It7ATFzDI/AAAAAAAACfg/ky1WRIUAySE/s320/IMG_1711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a beautiful old church.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;For souveniers, local delicacies that you can buy for your friends/family we recommend that you go to &lt;b&gt;Eker and Ely&lt;/b&gt;. That's also where we bought our langgonisa because it was the most popular store -- tried and tested by locals and tourists alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIx43YAMA8Y/T7It8Dy_iHI/AAAAAAAACfo/L1j_pG1lytI/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIx43YAMA8Y/T7It8Dy_iHI/AAAAAAAACfo/L1j_pG1lytI/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More longganisa! Eker and Ely display their famous langgonisa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Don't be scared to try out their streetfoods and their fresh fruits. We had Okoy (dried shrimp) with spicy vinegar sauce. We also had some kamote (sweet potato) fries with powdered cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eis03FToD6k/T7MUaEzC4dI/AAAAAAAACh0/IewFzwB3HGI/s1600/lucban+streetfoods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eis03FToD6k/T7MUaEzC4dI/AAAAAAAACh0/IewFzwB3HGI/s320/lucban+streetfoods.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Streetfoods galore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFAkeG8zXA/T7It-nE4H3I/AAAAAAAACf0/srOuvKWLtbM/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFAkeG8zXA/T7It-nE4H3I/AAAAAAAACf0/srOuvKWLtbM/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're fans of green mangoes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Next stop habhab. It's canton (noodles) served on banana leaf. You eat it without utensils... and without touching it with your hands. You just scoop it all into your mouth. The locals encourage you to put vinegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llILIwya8g0/T7IuAo_6yaI/AAAAAAAACgE/Fcz4BEOaK_w/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llILIwya8g0/T7IuAo_6yaI/AAAAAAAACgE/Fcz4BEOaK_w/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your regular habhab place&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o32ZoKa97us/T7MWnTLzoAI/AAAAAAAACh8/8g67Hyk3fd0/s1600/lydia+siopao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o32ZoKa97us/T7MWnTLzoAI/AAAAAAAACh8/8g67Hyk3fd0/s320/lydia+siopao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEST SIOPAO EVER. I'm so sorry Kowloon House, you're now a far second on my siopao list.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqZlo88ZSBM/T7IuDwlkVXI/AAAAAAAACgg/OHbRM79l5EM/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqZlo88ZSBM/T7IuDwlkVXI/AAAAAAAACgg/OHbRM79l5EM/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pahiyas. These are fried and served as chips. But you'd see them hanging as displays during Pahiyas Festival.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHOLTGXQG8/T7IuGhKxA_I/AAAAAAAACgw/ssYfczaxHLI/s1600/IMG_1738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHOLTGXQG8/T7IuGhKxA_I/AAAAAAAACgw/ssYfczaxHLI/s200/IMG_1738.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're doing it right&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnk9UwkhFQg/T7IuEy3CW_I/AAAAAAAACgo/2xj5jwZsj7k/s1600/IMG_1737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnk9UwkhFQg/T7IuEy3CW_I/AAAAAAAACgo/2xj5jwZsj7k/s200/IMG_1737.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decorations&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left;"&gt;After eating so much and walking around so much, it was finally time to drive back to Manila. We stopped in San Pablo, Laguna for dinner. We had some "liempo" (they look more like fatty lechon kawali) from Liempo Republic. Then had some dessert in nearby Circle Cafe. It would have been a more relaxing experience to skip Liempo Republic and go straight to Circle Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBgtJpBXq9I/T7IuIWF-XsI/AAAAAAAAChA/fzzdaSs4TU4/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBgtJpBXq9I/T7IuIWF-XsI/AAAAAAAAChA/fzzdaSs4TU4/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Don't eat here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpr1T9SGaQg/T7IuMUG-MOI/AAAAAAAAChg/aIV9prTPoTg/s1600/IMG_1748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpr1T9SGaQg/T7IuMUG-MOI/AAAAAAAAChg/aIV9prTPoTg/s200/IMG_1748.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheap meal from Liempo Republic. Not happy with it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhY7VCTgXF0/T7IuHZpQkxI/AAAAAAAACg4/6wOOpEnqR60/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhY7VCTgXF0/T7IuHZpQkxI/AAAAAAAACg4/6wOOpEnqR60/s320/IMG_1739.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Recommended.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JrvqqT06ulc/T7IuJaRFonI/AAAAAAAAChI/Wd8FM3MX0g4/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JrvqqT06ulc/T7IuJaRFonI/AAAAAAAAChI/Wd8FM3MX0g4/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Circle Cafe menu (part1)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPPAG_O2wlc/T7IuKWlKFvI/AAAAAAAAChQ/9kOuJAvfKF4/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPPAG_O2wlc/T7IuKWlKFvI/AAAAAAAAChQ/9kOuJAvfKF4/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Circle Cafe menu (part2) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-7081001311843340892?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And Im holding on to this iPod for assurance that there still is civilization waiting for me when the boat comes to take me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCCAe1hwNSs/T7OGTWgomxI/AAAAAAAAClA/WyXlisIl6Es/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCCAe1hwNSs/T7OGTWgomxI/AAAAAAAAClA/WyXlisIl6Es/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did I get here?&lt;/b&gt; It all can be summarized into a simple explanation: someone thought it would be funny and exciting to invite us to Padre Burgos and then suddenly dumped us all in an island&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;with zero amenities. Oh he did assure us that it would be relaxing and fun especially since he'll be joining us soon enough with tents to keep us warm for the night... He didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpNOp-LtnAk/T7OGQBa4IWI/AAAAAAAACko/bXFErGN0UQI/s1600/IMG_1626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpNOp-LtnAk/T7OGQBa4IWI/AAAAAAAACko/bXFErGN0UQI/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Background story&lt;/b&gt; of my current emotional state: Let me just make it clear that I specified "zero camping" when we were planning for this Quezon Province trip. I already made an exception when I agreed to the Graceland camping site (day2) because there would be mattresses and it would be "fake camping" since it's basically in a garden, by the pond, near a cafeteria and a condominium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So it's 2.30am. I slept into the same clothes I've been wearing for the past 21 hours. And by slept I do mean I'm wide awake now; I have a towel for a blanket-slash-pillow, my bed is a shed bench, of course, uncomfortable in every way but two: I get a good breeze from the sea a few meters away, and I'm not on the floor where a thousand ants are scuttling about (I forgot about them when i reached for my bag. I now have battle scars to show you). Our dinner was a couple of hotdog sandwiches each - it took all of the Bear Grylles in us to whip that up with dried barks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;from a coconut tree&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;and twigs from the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YD6NMqgTs0I/T7OGR5-cqaI/AAAAAAAACks/Jaut-55RCNs/s1600/IMG_1634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YD6NMqgTs0I/T7OGR5-cqaI/AAAAAAAACks/Jaut-55RCNs/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is this place recommendable?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It has white sand but its not as pretty as boracay sand. And it's a small place with an even smaller "safe swimming area" where a fishing net is used to keep the "bad, itchy" insects?animals? away. There is no good food here. Heck, there isn't any affordable food on this place considering that it costs Php300 for a drum of fresh water (that does NOT translate into drinking water).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The taxi boat originally costs Php1200 but since we said we'd skip the Borawan tour, they agreed to provide their services for Php800. &amp;nbsp;Our overnight stay should have been free because of the promised tents, but now it's 1000 for the ant-infested shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's been a really stressful trip to this island. The only consolation is the company I have. If I were with a less perky group, I wouldn't have been able to recover my emotions. I enjoyed my friends' enthusiasm. Everybody put an effort into making everybody else feel better about the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, no, I do not recommend going here if all you have is one night and zero preparation. Although it's a nice beach, we couldn't even swim because then we'd have to shower after and it's been raining the whole time so it's cold... imagine if my hair was wet and it was this cold... nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have no plan of coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a sort of lighter side...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If you actually enjoy the uncivilized and would like to spend your time here, be prepared to camp. Like fully prepared with pots and coal and light and your own tent and cooked food and insect repellant and the right state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Those tents that never arrived keep reminding me of Napoleon Hill,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;you can't get anything for nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wait I have to end this with by saying something nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In Padre Burgos' "bayan" where you can buy stuff like your groceries, there's a small unnamed shop that sells meals and halo-halo. We had some halo-halo there and we were surprised by a special ingredient: ripe mango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KESnmz441IA/T7OGPQUqNyI/AAAAAAAACkg/qBxRr5ig9oA/s1600/IMG_1625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KESnmz441IA/T7OGPQUqNyI/AAAAAAAACkg/qBxRr5ig9oA/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;It's sooooo... common sense!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;We should be doing this ALL the time. It's so simple and it tastes perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/90029406243630838-3766222347537772215?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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font-size: 11pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDWobNoTsLg/T7Iq_hVgsbI/AAAAAAAACcQ/_QCrvUVTGRA/s1600/Baby+Sleeping.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDWobNoTsLg/T7Iq_hVgsbI/AAAAAAAACcQ/_QCrvUVTGRA/s320/Baby+Sleeping.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://pescrusaderf.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-babies-need-more-sleep-then.html"&gt;http://pescrusaderf.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-babies-need-more-sleep-then.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Is there a best way/position to sleep or is any position good as long as you slept good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;There are magazine articles and online sites telling us that how we sleep reflects our personalities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/4828501/noaction"&gt;http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/4828501/noaction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/1-rhVO2/Your-Personality-based-on-how-you-sleep"&gt;http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/1-rhVO2/Your-Personality-based-on-how-you-sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talkaboutsleep.com/app/index.cfm?fuseaction=sleepQuiz.view"&gt;http://www.talkaboutsleep.com/app/index.cfm?fuseaction=sleepQuiz.view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a thousand more quizzes just search them through Google!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;But what if I want to sleep in a certain way but can't because my legs start to hurt so I resort to a position that is comfy but somewhat against what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;So from these psych(?) stuff, does that mean that how I want to sleep is the reflection of my personality? Or is it how I actually sleep that defines it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-1739993884377198056?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And if you consider beauty as good, versus chaos as bad, then we can assume that focusing good thoughts on anything brings about good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge thing for me that I can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think things are what they are. But I never considered the limitations I have when I perceive things -- they really are what they are, but that doesn't mean that I see all of what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this: why do we often hear people say "&lt;b&gt;It's not what you say, but how you say it.&lt;/b&gt;" Are we talking about proper choice of words and proper intonation? No, I don't think so. You can tell two people to say "I'm sorry" in exactly the same way, but unless they &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it, unless it came from deep inside and are not just words, you won't &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how the hell do we do that? How do we feel someone being sorry about something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about attending mass, or a bible study group, or a prayer rally, or anything religious involving the faithful (especially if it's voluntary)? You know that feeling? Like you're being physically lifted up but at the same time, you feel the ground more solid than ever? I've always wondered what that was. Now I believe it's the &lt;i&gt;good vibes&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;from everyone else. That's powerful stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now &lt;i&gt;Holy Water&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the &lt;i&gt;Holy Eucharist&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;also makes better sense. Imagine being blessed by a priest -- sure he's human, and sure he's a sinner, but beyond all of that, how much time does he spend meditating upon the goodness [of God]? So it makes sense that his blessings are more "effective" than other people's. He had a lifetime of training or practice or whatever you call it -- but he can look inside and pull out the goodness from within &lt;i&gt;at will&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget what I heard about Pope John Paul II's visit to the Philippines. Someone said that being in the same area as the Pope felt different. That it didn't matter if you were Christian or not, it was &lt;i&gt;his presence&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that felt &lt;i&gt;holy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-5834858768224219775?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I was in grade school, I tried out Aikido (a type of martial arts) with my sister. She ended up being the first female black belter in our province, while I quit before getting the second belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember complaining how my legs hurt so much after training. My mother, who've also always had problems with her feet and legs, quickly pulled me out because she can relate to my problem and she doesn't take it lightly due to her experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, there were days when walking home, I feel like I was about to burst to tears because my feet hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more observation and several experiments with walking gait, speed, sports/exercises, I discovered that the kind of shoes and slippers I wore had the most impact on comfort, and therefore, pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I started becoming brand conscious with my footwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucl7q7DkxmY/T6iYuSuK1zI/AAAAAAAACac/WvCvQkk481s/s1600/samuel+l+jackson+in+fitflops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucl7q7DkxmY/T6iYuSuK1zI/AAAAAAAACac/WvCvQkk481s/s320/samuel+l+jackson+in+fitflops.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Samuel L Jackson in FitFlops&lt;br /&gt;Pic from FitFlop website: &lt;a href="http://www.fitflop.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fitflop.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;For the past four years, I have regularly sported FitFlops. They're not very pretty to look at, but they keep my feet happy. My mother loves her FitFlop pairs, too. We each have a couple of pairs at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the FitFlop closed shoes came out, I wanted a pair. But I was kinda happy to discover that they're not as comfy as the slippers because they're also hella expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I discovered that Skechers ToneUps sandals works for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Addidas is where I go to for running shoes. I'd like to try out Nike but I haven't found a good (within budget) pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-2115139982125411328?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was a nice group of white haired women across our table, and another a group of mums who seem to have just started attending yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd adds to the homey ambiance. And you have to admit, it's hard to look gloomy when the food is good in taste, portion, and price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't look like the place a group of men would hang out in... But that doesn't matter at all. They're doing well with their crowd! Maybe it's actually their niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two pastas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffqpO95GKI/T6dRs7y6vrI/AAAAAAAACaE/ZlvRUNLAhV4/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffqpO95GKI/T6dRs7y6vrI/AAAAAAAACaE/ZlvRUNLAhV4/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Spanish Sardines and Olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aATxGIAkDNk/T6dRvRj0gNI/AAAAAAAACaM/V2B3jlN2FCM/s1600/IMG_1591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aATxGIAkDNk/T6dRvRj0gNI/AAAAAAAACaM/V2B3jlN2FCM/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pasta Pasta Amatriciana with Italian Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Both were filling and good and savory and worth it. Really, really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about it was that we were too full to get a slice of cake. And I was really looking forward to dessert. Oh well, we can always come back for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-3388524556590765226?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the same time, I had a rerun of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecret.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (TV) and I watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatthebleep.com/" target="_blank"&gt;What the Bleep Do We Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for the first time. I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.soilandhealth.org/03sov/0304spiritpsych/030413.hill.think.and.grow.rich.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think and Grow Rich&lt;/i&gt; by Napoleon Hill&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That list would have looked weird and unappealing to me last year. But because of a series of fortunate events, here I am enjoying the experience of testing the soundness of their philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, all those items help me run faster, lift heavier, concentrate on my day job, and spend more meaningful hours with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief &lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.aynrand.org/site/PageServer?pagename=objectivism_intro" target="_blank"&gt;Ayn Rand's Objectivism&lt;/a&gt; says that to be human is to think. It's not enough to exist as a Homo Sapiens Sapiens to be considered human, you have to think. That's the most basic concept in her philosophy. You can read more about it on the link. So moving on... according to Objectivism, &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the &lt;i&gt;ultimate&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;value. In simpler words, &lt;i&gt;self sacrifice&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is irrational because the betterment of yourself is what's rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that makes sense? It makes sense to me. So just read about it and you'd find everything intriguing and mentally stimulating, and none of it is a waste of time so just go right ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the small philosophy background I have, I relate Objectivism closely to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cbermensch" target="_blank"&gt;Nietszche's Übermench&lt;/a&gt; (superman) under Existentialism. Both Objectivism and Existentialism state that humans are born to make whatever they want to make out of their lives. &lt;b&gt;There is no "divine plan"&lt;/b&gt; to figure out, or to wait for to unfold. There is just you, your thoughts, your actions. That's who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find this disheartening. But it's actually the most wonderful thing I've head/read/studied about.&amp;nbsp;You're human! What fortune! What could be greater than to be human and to have full control on your fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Now surprisingly, you'll hear the same message from&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Secret,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What the Bleep do We Know&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Think and Grow Rich&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're humans. We're beings of thought. We think all the time - although that does not mean we always think of the right things all the time. But we do think and we have full control of our thoughts. And that is enough. That is &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;what we need. That is exactly &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are the driving forces in life. Even Ayn Rand's heroes are always people of intelligence/reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one stark&lt;b&gt; contradiction&lt;/b&gt;: Ayn Rand considers emotions as byproduct of thoughts and cannot therefore be trusted over reason. Whereas the rest considers emotions as guides to values and should therefore be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;i&gt;sounds&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like a contradiction but from I've read of Ayn Rand's novels, even her protagonists are emotional. Sure they're all statue-like, but when it comes to feeling good about life, they're first to shout Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Hill takes both points together and although his book was written first, seem to understand better how reason and emotions affect us practically - how to rely on both, neglect neither, when setting a goal for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-767016000730338684?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No!" /><author><name>oyen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519133229541888933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.thingswelovetohate.com/2012/05/must-rest-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90029406243630838.post-3623204051168504708</id><published>2012-05-07T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-07T07:00:05.264+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="running" /><title type="text">Running: Exhausted legs</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I did that 40min 6.5k run. Then we played lazertag after work. Today is a holiday so it’s a definite morning gym schedule for us. That also means no run. I tried running &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;lifting on the same morning, I felt so tired afterwards that that tired feeling lasted for more than three days. And it wasn’t even worth it because the exercises I completed after the run were half-assed. So if I’m running and lifting on the same day, I need at least an eight hour rest in between.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vRPslFwFtI/T6DJ01_vR1I/AAAAAAAACZc/TVB1i1EUiok/s1600/running+legs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vRPslFwFtI/T6DJ01_vR1I/AAAAAAAACZc/TVB1i1EUiok/s1600/running+legs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://blog.barmethod.com/ExerciseBlogBarMethodcom/?Tag=running" target="_blank"&gt;TheBarMethod: Runners' Legs vs Dancers' Legs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I wanted to do some upper body strengthening exercises because it has been a full week since I did that. But I reassessed my schedule and figured out that if I want a long run at the end of the week, then today was the best day to do some deadlifts. So I did. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding warm up, I did 3x5 60kg. I’m still not as strong as I was last year; gains are slow but steady and reliable. I could have added a couple more kilos but decided to work with the movement instead. I surprised myself; on my last set, I didn’t drop the bar on the floor at all. I felt really good with that last set that I had to calm my ego down. I was so tempted to do another set and test how heavy I can go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I stopped when I had to. Or that would have ruined my scheduled runs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are exhausted. I keep thinking about that article I read from RunnersWorld, about this one guy training for a marathon. His trainers kept his legs exhausted that even though he didn’t do a test-marathon-run (his longest runs were 90mins at most), he not only survived his marathon, he even beat his own personal record. His trainers told him that those runs were training him for his final 90mins in the race, not the start.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I feel like my legs are exhausted, but I’m sure they’re not as exhausted as that guy’s legs were. I know that’s a shallow comparison because he has run a dozen marathons and I haven’t done one. 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I don’t even do all the basic running training; I just make time for runs and try to do my best at either time or distance. Last Monday morning, I tried to do well at both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a very short run &lt;b&gt;the day before&lt;/b&gt; (3.2km) at a not-so-flat road. The slope comes from the middle where the road breaks in half and slopes down to the sides.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sry6q80qJ9Y/T6DB_8E6ztI/AAAAAAAACZI/gBjWjJBfhiY/s1600/running+concrete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sry6q80qJ9Y/T6DB_8E6ztI/AAAAAAAACZI/gBjWjJBfhiY/s1600/running+concrete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://www.bodycorethailand.com/blog/running-in-hua-hin/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bodycorethailand.com/blog/running-in-hua-hin/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I didn’t know where to run exactly, I tried right in the middle where the two slopes meet but there wasn’t enough space for my foot to decide if I was leaning left or right. I also tried all the way to one side and shift all the way to the other side every hundred meter but crossing the sloped road didn’t feel right for my legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I have to say, this isn’t the first time for me to run at that site. And I do remember that I did worse before. My shins got so sore that when I press my thumb on the length of my shin, I thought something was broken. But I was walking fine so I ignored it until it recovered by itself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just wanted to talk about the road and how it hurt my shins, moving on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Monday I gave myself a pat on the back when I did 6.5km at 40min flat :D That includes the 30sec-1min rests per round to drink some water and fix my shoe laces and stretch my adductors to make sure they’re working properly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not actually race-material but it was a personal best! I did a regular 32min 5.2km set and bargained with myself to add another 1.3km without extending time too much because I didn’t have much left – it’s a work day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up completing my last 1.3km in 8minutes &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; I couldn’t express how happy I am with that! That was my &lt;i&gt;fifth&lt;/i&gt;round and I did it better than fourth round! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s even better than that was placing 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; in our lazertag game that night HAHAHA! Those runs and squats paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs feel alive!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-8111618020023519496?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sprints usually take a toll on my legs and I end up messing up my Squat Day or Deadlift Day schedules. So when I do sprints, I don’t do too many and I usually have more than half kilometre jogs in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgXz9D6WxPo/T6DAH_iPbWI/AAAAAAAACZA/wm4MauA58YU/s1600/running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgXz9D6WxPo/T6DAH_iPbWI/AAAAAAAACZA/wm4MauA58YU/s1600/running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://www.marieclaire.com/health-fitness/news/running-nike-reward"&gt;http://www.marieclaire.com/health-fitness/news/running-nike-reward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I tried running in HIIT (&lt;a href="http://www.youronlinefitness.com/fitness-articles/hiit_and_other_interval_training.php" target="_blank"&gt;Read more about HIIT&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do 8 times: 200-m sprints with 1:30min complete rest in between each sprint.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do 6 times: 1:30min run and 1:00min jog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the plan… Stupid me should have known that I couldn’t sprint from rest. I thought about running [very slowly, for warm-up] 1km before doing the exercise. Instead I set my water bottle beside the path, did a minute of stretching and off I went running at full speed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up doing #1 3 times and #2 3.5 times (I missed the jog on the third round). I couldn’t catch my breath in between sprints. And the jogs barely helped me recover.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; My body takes time to warm-up before she’s ready for sprints. I’m still up for trying it out again! I felt like my butt got a good exercise from the menial run it did. I’m sure it will get a good beating when I actually complete it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/90029406243630838-7961084583624112490?l=www.thingswelovetohate.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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