Please read the following information about the slimming coffee.
I started to ask my questions after I mixed my coffee with suka from my cup and saw a green slew of thing in my coffee. Vino a friend warned us about this when me and mamu also a friend started to take it told us a story abt her aunt who died because of drinking these things. Effects on her were she had lbm whenever she would take it that s why she stopped, After reading this I will never think of taking this ever again. Yeah it is effective but somehow the question still remains to be why stuff this good is not becoming a staple and not widely advertised and had to be bought underground in divisoria and all these places. As it turns out, these things in the internet shows up.
I read this blog and started to research on it.
http://sweetbitesbybang.com/2010/09/slimming-coffee-or-killer-coffee/
Read This too:
http://www.ukmedix.com/reductil/marsha_slim_plus_contains_phenolphthalein5307.cfm
And these too:
http://jnci.oxfordjournals.org/content/92/23/1943.full
And test it on your own slimming coffee. Or better yet have it tested by any chemist you know or BFAD.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Deal Grocer Limited Offer, Sujiivana Salon
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About this Deal
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- Inclusive of 12% VAT
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- Valid from January 31 to April 30, 2011
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- Any amount exceeding Php 2,000 shall be paid by the consumer
- Must use in 1 visit
- Not valid with other promos or discounts
- Tip/Gratuity not included
Friday, January 21, 2011
You are Amazing
Today was not the best of all days.
I slept sick with fever and chills.
Woke up with a headache.
I felt like shit.
But I remember this is only one of the two times of this year I got hit by the "almost" flu.
And that is something to be thankful for.
Because compared to most people I am blessed to have an arm and a leg to sweat the fever away.
And with all of the people I am able to stand up and walk despite of being sick.
That I AM ONLY SICK WITH FEVER AND FLU.
And not cancer
Not Lupus
Nor a very deep health problem.
With all the bitching and complaining and with this realization, I felt better.
I am thankful that today, it did not stop me being thankful.
Thank You, You are amazing.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Pablo, What is Home and Remember those Choose Your Own Adventure Books?
What is home? Home is where Pablo is, waiting for me, loves me unconditionally. Like God who is always on the watch makes me feel both comfortable and uncomfortable the same time, which is a big thing on it's own and like the Devil always looking to destroy something when I am not watching, waiting to irritate and when I am sucked in to his playing, wants to provoke. If I choose to ignore him, his behavior is not fed, but if I react, he uses it as a tool to get what he wants. I still am learning a great deal from my interaction with this feline. He keeps the balance in my life. He is a dog for a reason. He has only a few years to live for me to learn my life's lessons.Where is home? Home is where People in my life are for a good reason they come stay and go for some good or bad lessons that propel you to move forward. They are not my blood relatives, some of them very good friends, others think were very good friends but it is in the exterior but is a continous work in progress, reality is we are a good show infront of some people but reality is we really don't text each other the whole week and get connected just like the other friends I consider real, which makes me think...shucks I have to talk to THAT person over the week over coffee. Random thoughts hey. That's what I am in here right now. To some extent bored with thoughts being typed.
Where is home? Home is knowing that God put me in this place in my life for a very good reason. He is showing me more of who He is and what He is capable of beyond my own thinking and to shape me for a greater purpose, a friend once said and I believe that.
As long as I stick to finding what his reasons a
re in the book where he put it all overtime (a.k.a, the Bible) I am good to go.God didn't put me into a great deal of so much loving those Choose Your Own Adventure Book stories for no purpose. The same "thrill" I feel is the same "wanting" I get whenever I pick up to search now it's been better and more exciting because this is the real deal and this is home. And just like the good old Choose your own adventure books of the past. When you "die" in the adventure you take, you have the option to start all over again, till you get to good end of the book.
I hope they didn't stop making one of these:--------->
I maybe different fro
m you and whoever who will read this blog some will like what I say, some will not, some will critique some will find themselves better than me or find to be lesser than me and be so dead jealous and angry. But there's just one thing I want to tell you, as I am a work in progress so should you be as long as you choose to live. Let us not give up our own personal fights and live through the good and the bad because we are made and born for it. That's why we're human.
A journey of staying with the parents , Tacloban
I had a three day stint in Tacloban and I must say it was not a vacation but more of a not so comfortable feeling. I was happy at most parts but this is not home anymore.
What I love about my trip is how I have seen my brothers growing up, Joma for growing up to be a responsible man, a man of his own a man with a dream and a man who has broken out of feeling sorry for himself. I love the man he has become. It's not a sappy relationship between him and I but I have come to love the man he became. He is graduating college this year. This Kid is a thankful kid, his character was built up a big deal on how he is now.
As for Jolo, I have to wait to see, as of this moment he is held from the wit he uses on his own accord to suit his own wants and needs, has weird sisters spoiling his mind and heart to becoming a dysfunctional kid. But with me he cannot act the way he acts with other people, he cannot play the games he play. There is an awful lot of enabling happening to this kid.
I have learned a whole lot about my self on this trip. How I still have not mastered the art of waiting and trusting. Being here was a good gauge of where I am at on that weakness. I struggled a whole deal of control and worry that led me to places in my head where I had to think of getting my own grip, going back to the thought was a very unhappy feeling. In that space is very very dark and I hate it. Why do I keep coming back there?
I have decided instead to send myself over that I start sending them over. I have always come to think that I can build something with my dad, but I realize this is beyond my control. For now I cannot raise the dead.
The best thing of all is I get to be with my mother.She has Life.I love her and She is a fighter.
I come home with them on my mind.
What I love about my trip is how I have seen my brothers growing up, Joma for growing up to be a responsible man, a man of his own a man with a dream and a man who has broken out of feeling sorry for himself. I love the man he has become. It's not a sappy relationship between him and I but I have come to love the man he became. He is graduating college this year. This Kid is a thankful kid, his character was built up a big deal on how he is now.
As for Jolo, I have to wait to see, as of this moment he is held from the wit he uses on his own accord to suit his own wants and needs, has weird sisters spoiling his mind and heart to becoming a dysfunctional kid. But with me he cannot act the way he acts with other people, he cannot play the games he play. There is an awful lot of enabling happening to this kid.
I have learned a whole lot about my self on this trip. How I still have not mastered the art of waiting and trusting. Being here was a good gauge of where I am at on that weakness. I struggled a whole deal of control and worry that led me to places in my head where I had to think of getting my own grip, going back to the thought was a very unhappy feeling. In that space is very very dark and I hate it. Why do I keep coming back there?
I have decided instead to send myself over that I start sending them over. I have always come to think that I can build something with my dad, but I realize this is beyond my control. For now I cannot raise the dead.
The best thing of all is I get to be with my mother.She has Life.I love her and She is a fighter.
I come home with them on my mind.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Hopped on a Bus to Baguio , 4 hr Bus Ride was awesome on a deluxe bus with bathroom free wifi and cozy seats like a business class airplane from victory liner
Got off the bus and stayed a while because I was freezing, my outfit did not work so I had to pull out all the things I had to beat it and it helped, thank God, it made me able to brave the cold walking to the nextdoor Microtel Inn . I had to wait because they were fully booked and I came in way before my declared time of arrival so I hung out till 6:20 am till I got my room fixed. They had a buffet breakfast of eggs, egg this and egg that and callos, better than no food at all so I ate.
Soon as I got into the room, guess what i cheaked? of course , the bathroom. it was clean and of course had a hot shower so i can brave the cold, clean towels clean tiles, good with me. As soon as that bag hit the rack I went up to the bed and slept until 12PM
Soon as I woke up I hopped on the shower and got fixed up to walk around where I can get lost , all I was sure about is there were taxi cabs everywhere and so I walked for hours visiting SM baguio, snagged a resistance band I have been looking for for days which I only found in Chris Sports House in Baguio, walked up to the peak of the mall and had a birds eyeview of the city, burnham here mines view there saw the swan boats from my view sipping a hot Figaro Cafe Americano and chowing down a pesto pasta for lunch while chatting with friends on bbm. and so while walking made a couple of phonecalls, chat with mom for a good 45 mins.
Soon as my bum had the rest it needed I walked some more and i walked and I walked. Found myself on an ukay ukay chain of stores scouted around for any good bargain of stuff I can get for a great deal, there were a couple this' and thats' of Louis Vuitton originals and french made some crazy nice boots that did not have my size. Suffice to say, I didnt get any. Nothing tickled my fancy.
So walking as I was proudly saying I did stopped and got a cab to Camp John Hay, to try and get some stuff I can reasonably find at the Mile Hi Center. Outlet Store as they say, It still was way expensive than the deals in Manila so i did not really shop but got whatever need, a fleece jacket shawl and gloves just incase I needed to brave the streets of cold baguio in the wee hours of the morning (which I was not succesful of doing since I am now sitting comfortably snugged in the comforters while typing my blog entry.)
After so I decided to bring in the heat by coming back again in the room, I figured I would save myself from trouble just being inside on the nighttime here at the room eating while watching tv until I fell asleep at 7 and woke up 10:30 PM so I can stay up and have my night sleep s0oon as I arrive in Manila. I am boarding a deluxe bus again at around 10:15 am in Manila to hopefully get there by three in the afternoon the most.
Some say you travel blog without pictures. I say I know right I don t know I am asking that myself. people said I have to buy a camera and start taking pictures who knows right? I just started going around and who knows maybe one day. I think right now what i can say is I am too lazy to take pictures while processing my thoughts on things that I see. Some people are not just cut to be travel photographers and I am counted on that number.
It was a very relaxing stay in Baguio non the least and I enjoy the freezing experience and would love to come back sometime.
I am very thankful I have opportunities like these to go out and explore. I am very grateful, I never knew I can do this hope I can continue.
Got off the bus and stayed a while because I was freezing, my outfit did not work so I had to pull out all the things I had to beat it and it helped, thank God, it made me able to brave the cold walking to the nextdoor Microtel Inn . I had to wait because they were fully booked and I came in way before my declared time of arrival so I hung out till 6:20 am till I got my room fixed. They had a buffet breakfast of eggs, egg this and egg that and callos, better than no food at all so I ate.
Soon as I got into the room, guess what i cheaked? of course , the bathroom. it was clean and of course had a hot shower so i can brave the cold, clean towels clean tiles, good with me. As soon as that bag hit the rack I went up to the bed and slept until 12PM
Soon as I woke up I hopped on the shower and got fixed up to walk around where I can get lost , all I was sure about is there were taxi cabs everywhere and so I walked for hours visiting SM baguio, snagged a resistance band I have been looking for for days which I only found in Chris Sports House in Baguio, walked up to the peak of the mall and had a birds eyeview of the city, burnham here mines view there saw the swan boats from my view sipping a hot Figaro Cafe Americano and chowing down a pesto pasta for lunch while chatting with friends on bbm. and so while walking made a couple of phonecalls, chat with mom for a good 45 mins.
Soon as my bum had the rest it needed I walked some more and i walked and I walked. Found myself on an ukay ukay chain of stores scouted around for any good bargain of stuff I can get for a great deal, there were a couple this' and thats' of Louis Vuitton originals and french made some crazy nice boots that did not have my size. Suffice to say, I didnt get any. Nothing tickled my fancy.
So walking as I was proudly saying I did stopped and got a cab to Camp John Hay, to try and get some stuff I can reasonably find at the Mile Hi Center. Outlet Store as they say, It still was way expensive than the deals in Manila so i did not really shop but got whatever need, a fleece jacket shawl and gloves just incase I needed to brave the streets of cold baguio in the wee hours of the morning (which I was not succesful of doing since I am now sitting comfortably snugged in the comforters while typing my blog entry.)
After so I decided to bring in the heat by coming back again in the room, I figured I would save myself from trouble just being inside on the nighttime here at the room eating while watching tv until I fell asleep at 7 and woke up 10:30 PM so I can stay up and have my night sleep s0oon as I arrive in Manila. I am boarding a deluxe bus again at around 10:15 am in Manila to hopefully get there by three in the afternoon the most.
Some say you travel blog without pictures. I say I know right I don t know I am asking that myself. people said I have to buy a camera and start taking pictures who knows right? I just started going around and who knows maybe one day. I think right now what i can say is I am too lazy to take pictures while processing my thoughts on things that I see. Some people are not just cut to be travel photographers and I am counted on that number.
It was a very relaxing stay in Baguio non the least and I enjoy the freezing experience and would love to come back sometime.
I am very thankful I have opportunities like these to go out and explore. I am very grateful, I never knew I can do this hope I can continue.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Merry Xmas and a OI TO THE NEW YEAR!
This has always been the New Year Song I play it is Oi to the World by - N0 Doubt.
R.I.P Mark Lledo, best drummer I have ever known.
If you wanna sing-a-long here is the lyrics to the song.
OI TO THE WORLD - NO DOUBT
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble till he started up his Oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
Till Haji went too far and he plugged in at the pub
'Twas a cold Christmas eve when Trevor and the skins
Popped in for a pint and to nick a bag of crisps
Trevor liked the music but not the Unity
He unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
Haji was a bloody mess, he ran out through the crowd
he said "we'll meet again we are bloody yet unbowed"
Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meet
Christmas day on the roof down at 20 Oxford street
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
On the roof with the nun chucks Trevor broke a lot of bones
But Haji had a sword like the guy in Indiana Jones
Police sirens wailing, a bloody dying man
Haji was alone and abandoned by his band
Trevor was there fading and still so full of hate
When the skins left him there and went down the fire escape
Oi! Oi!
But then Haji saw the north star shining more than ever
So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor
They rappelled down the roof with the rest of the turban
and went back to the pub where they bought each other bourbon
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
Oi! Oi!
R.I.P Mark Lledo, best drummer I have ever known.
If you wanna sing-a-long here is the lyrics to the song.
OI TO THE WORLD - NO DOUBT
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble till he started up his Oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
Till Haji went too far and he plugged in at the pub
'Twas a cold Christmas eve when Trevor and the skins
Popped in for a pint and to nick a bag of crisps
Trevor liked the music but not the Unity
He unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
Haji was a bloody mess, he ran out through the crowd
he said "we'll meet again we are bloody yet unbowed"
Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meet
Christmas day on the roof down at 20 Oxford street
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
On the roof with the nun chucks Trevor broke a lot of bones
But Haji had a sword like the guy in Indiana Jones
Police sirens wailing, a bloody dying man
Haji was alone and abandoned by his band
Trevor was there fading and still so full of hate
When the skins left him there and went down the fire escape
Oi! Oi!
But then Haji saw the north star shining more than ever
So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor
They rappelled down the roof with the rest of the turban
and went back to the pub where they bought each other bourbon
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
and Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
Oi! Oi!
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