<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241</id><updated>2011-04-23T02:53:01.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Union of Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-113801941244827181</id><published>2006-01-23T03:23:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:30:12.460-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest update</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to update my blog since I've been so busy with everything from the wedding, to my Physical Therapy licencing and my husbands INS paperworks. I was so overwhelmed with so much to do all at the same time. Well now it's all slowing down, but I still have wedding pictures to choose for the  2 albums, supplier ratings and my NPTE review. Plus I have a secret but I don't want to broadcast it until I'm 100 percent sure it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-113801941244827181?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/113801941244827181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=113801941244827181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/113801941244827181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/113801941244827181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2006/01/latest-update.html' title='Latest update'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-112823832131903780</id><published>2005-10-01T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:32:01.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Invitation</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been so busy proof-reading the wedding invitation. It's so hard to get the perfect layout. I have to change it 3 times. I'm still waiting for the final proof QP still haven't sent it through email. I thought it would only take 2 weeks but the process of getting it just right has taken almost a month. I'm supposed to mail them out in November. Hopefully I'll meet my deadline. For the mean time I'm making my seals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/1001/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/1001/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/1001/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/1001/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-112823832131903780?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/112823832131903780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=112823832131903780' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/112823832131903780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/112823832131903780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/10/invitation.html' title='An Invitation'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-112390334155984833</id><published>2005-08-08T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:16:31.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Civil Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="570" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0043.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="510" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0048.jpg" width="529" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gathered here to unite Nick and Ditas in marriage. They stand before me now in happy anticipation of their marriage, which I am about to perform. Although I perform this ceremony, you two will build the foundation for a lasting marraige,-- by forever building a loving relationship marked by care, cosideration and respect. Marriage is more than a commitment; it is a process, the endurance of which requires the capacity for change. You will be faced with many choices in your life together, decisions made together, and decisions made individually. Ultimately, it is upon these choices that the success of the marriage depends. By your presence here today, but most importantly, before one another, you demostrate your commitment to each other. May this moment when you pronounce the following vows, always shine in your hearts and memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="592" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0051.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, will you take Ditas to be your wedded wife, to live together in the state of matrimony and will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, so long as you both shall live? I DO&lt;br /&gt;Ditas, will you take Nick to be your wedded husband, to love together in the state of matrimony and will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, forsaking all other, so long as you both shall live. I DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="568" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0056.jpg" width="542" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Nick, take you Ditas, to be my wedded wife from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness ans in health, to love and support you, as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="576" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0063.jpg" width="509" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ring, with all that I am and all that I have. I pledge to you, my honor, my love, my devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this ring, with all that I am and all that I have. I pledge to you, my honor, my love, my devotion.&lt;br /&gt; May your love be a safe haven, a source of warmth and comfort to each other, to your friends and family, and forever bring you close. In times of need and times of joy.&lt;br /&gt; Under the authority vested in me by the State of Alaska, I now pronounce you husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt; You may now kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;take&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="589" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0115.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="426" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/IMG_0095.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Inseprable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-112390334155984833?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/112390334155984833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=112390334155984833' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/112390334155984833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/112390334155984833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/08/civil-ceremony.html' title='A Civil Ceremony'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-112235980722882398</id><published>2005-07-25T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:41:12.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiance Visa Approved</title><content type='html'>I'm so damn HAPPY Nick got his visa today!! It came just when we were getting so frustrated with the U.S. Embassy. I sent a 1 letter following up on his visa and a 2 faxes. Still no reply from them for 2 months. Normally a fiance visa would take 6 months ours took 11 months 1 week and five days to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our timeline-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 4, 2004 Sent completed Fiance visa application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 6, 2004 Received receipt for application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23, 2004 Notice of Approval Petition received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 10 , 2004 NVC sends application to U.S. Consul in Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 21, 2005 Nick receives packet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 11, 2005 Medical Examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 18, 2005 Interview witht the consul went well but needed my pay stubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 28, 2005 Completed missing papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - May 2005 Kept calling the Embassy application still under Administrative review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8, 2005 Missed Nick so much I went to the philippines fro 2 and a half week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 4, 2005 Sent a letter to U.S. Embassy requesting status of Visa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5, 2005 Faxed the U.S. Embassy requesting fo a reply on visa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 25, 2005 Nick receives his passport and visa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue which pays of in the end. Thank you God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-112235980722882398?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/112235980722882398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=112235980722882398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/112235980722882398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/112235980722882398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/07/fiance-visa-approved.html' title='Fiance Visa Approved'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111862981029526721</id><published>2005-06-12T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:26:46.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and a half weeks continued</title><content type='html'>May 17&lt;br /&gt;Nick, his friends and I went to Loretto. He is a well known designer and who has had fashion shows around Manila. His shop was tastefully decorated with expensive artifacts from what looked like from South asia like Bali or India. There was an elaborate wall to wall mirror with Moraccan details. I was a little puzzled why there weren't any samples of his work. While I seated at his work table, he looked at me and started drawing the dress he has envisionsed. It looked really beautiful but I thought it wouldn't offset my deficiency in height. So he drew another gown with a princess cut and an elaborate beading at the back of the gown. It was my dream dress, but I really didn't know how the details of the beading was going to turn out since he just scribbled. He then took my measurements and we were scheduled to met again on Saturday for my corset fitting. Then off we went to have lunch at Jerry's on Macapagal Highway. Food there was really good. Nick went to my house since it was my little cousin's birthday who also happens to be one of my flower girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/rzl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a meeting at Taal Vista for a food tasting. Nick brought along his friend Jay to help us critique. Here's what we had &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything tasted good except fot the assorted bread which was a little hard on the outside. Jay exceptionally loved the Thai chicken salad he almost ate the whole dish of it. Nick on the other hand liked the mashed potatoes and I liked the barbeque sapreribs the most. After our food tasting the events coordinator invited us to view the civil garden wedding that was scheduled for that day at the view deck. The reception was held around the swimming pool area. The wedding would have been nice had the couple, started on time, they were and hour late and it rained.Just to show how unpredictable the weather is in Tagaytay. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/taal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/tent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/civi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was just Nick and I who went to the divisoria. We looked around for swarovski beads and we found some at tutuban. Unfortunately they didn't have anymore pink 6mm beads so I just bought a dozen. We also went around looking at the made to order bridesmaid dresses. What a bargain 500 pesos for a bridesmaid dress. But of course for the price it lacked a good quality fabric. On our way home on the bus we fooled around and had a photo montage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/bus1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/bus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/bus3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20&lt;br /&gt;We just stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;May 21&lt;br /&gt;In the morning Nick, Wee and I went back to Loretto. I fitted the corset and Loretto told me to lose 10 pounds just so the fit would be even more sexy. My current waistline is 30 and he wants me to bring it down to 26. Wee inadvertantly suggested I get a lipo for my arms also since I would be wearing a tube. But 10 pounds is not so hard for me to lose. I've lost 10 ponds in 2 months with diet and exercise alone. No need for invasive procedures. For lunch we went to Dampa on Roxa Boulevard. We have such a hearty seafood meal I think my waist became 32. I love shrimp so much.&lt;br /&gt;May 22&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went to church and after church had an arguement about his sister coming along for dinner since "Namamanhikan sila". His sister didn't want to go since she has church duties to attend to. All I said to him was she doens't have to go. then he went off saying "kahit kailan nakaka inis ka" I walked out and didn't ride with him home. Then I cried and I told him through text "Why would you want to marry someone whom you found irritating" Back and forth we text eachother nasty messages up to the point that if didn't come for dinner then it would all be over between us. My goodnes such drama. Later in the evening my mom and grandma was waiting outside for them. Despite everything he came with his family and they brought a whole lot of food. My mom was impressed her soon to be "balae" brought he some sweet lanzones, my mom's favorite fruit. After dinner Nick and I shared our plans for the wedding, we discussed who would be included in the entourage the outfits and wedding rings. The evening went well and it was as if Nick and I never fought that day. We were as sweet as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I went over Nick's house he was still in bed feeling sad because the next day I was leaving. He held me tight and I couldn't help but cry. When I looked at his face he had tears streaming down his cheeks which made me cry even more. After our crying session we went to SM to shop our depression away. He bought a Girbaud shirt and I bought a bag with matching wallet. Our friend Jap accompanied us to dinner at the very high cholestrol Country Side. I had sizzling pork, Nick had sizzling chicken and Jap had sizzling pusit with crazy pill on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/cntry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/jap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 and I haven't even packed yet. I threw everthing I needed in the suitcase and when my mom saw what I was doing she scolded me for not arrranging my suitcase properly. I left her in my room to arrange the suitcase herself while I took my shower. Nick and Jap came over had breakfast and we went to the airport after I bid everyone goodbye. All the way to the airport all I did was take pictures and video clips of Nick. It'll be a good six months ans one week before I see him again. Hay, parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/van1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/Van2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/van3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/van4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111862981029526721?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111862981029526721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111862981029526721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111862981029526721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111862981029526721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-and-half-weeks-continued.html' title='Two and a half weeks continued'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111717575477938638</id><published>2005-05-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:16:16.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and a half weeks</title><content type='html'>I just couldn't let a year pass by without seeing my hubby to be. Missing him has become so unbearable. I bought a ticket on May one and left on the eighth 4 oclock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;May 8 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab from the airport since none of my family knew I was coming home. When I got home my grandma was at a birthday party and the only people there was our maid and my little cousin. When my grandma got home I hid and then yelled surprise, Happy Mother's day. She was very happy to see me. Nick on the other hand told me he was had his internship until the fourteenth so I was not expecting him. I too was surprised when he came to pick me up to have lunch at his house. All afternoon we just hung out at his place.&lt;br /&gt;May 9 Monday&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went to the U.S. Embassy to follow up his visa. Unfortunately the lady said it was still under review. That sucks so bad. Later we met up with his older sister and had lunch at this chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/Ate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/ncup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/nd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around Robinson's manila looking for a tank top Nick wanted me to wear. I found a white one at dickies. We went home where our dog Ralph was so happy to see us he even smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/rd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/rn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, we met up with Nick's new friends from school. We hung around the bar of Island Cove Sea Deck. After the bar closed we headed out to Hidden Tapsi and had breakfast at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;May 10 Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;I got a facial and went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;May 11 Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I went to school and got my PT education verification signed and sealed for my PT spplication to NY. Nick had make up duty at the ER so we met up at SM fro lunch. We did nothing but just walk around the mall like we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;May 12 Thursday&lt;br /&gt;We met with our wedding coordinator at Starbucks. She came on time and was really nice. She showed us some of the missalettes she has done for other weddings. Also a timeline OTD wedding preparations and list of essential items to use in the wedding. She also discussed how to scout wedding suppliers and how to adjust the wedding package we got. She even offered to come with us when we view the setup of the reception place on the 21st. After that Nick and I walked around Alabang Town Center and I bought another tank top. This time it was black.&lt;br /&gt;May 13 Friday&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went to Shangrila to visit Wrap Shop. I couldn't find any box that interested me. So we went to Megamall. There's this shop called Simple Things I really like their stuff but I couldn't find a box that would coordinate well with my color motif. Then we went to The Wedding Library where I purchased pink glue sticks for my embosser. We went to QP where we saw an invitation that we both liked. Unfortunately is was too expensive at 125 pesos per invitation.&lt;br /&gt;May 14 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went to a local Coutier. He drew a sketch of a bridal gown for me. He even had me try on two of his gowns just to see how it would fit. Nick and I thought that was kindof awkward. We told him we'll think it over since his price was steep. Then he offered 15k. Dang that's a big ass price drop. We said thanks and left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111717575477938638?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111717575477938638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111717575477938638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111717575477938638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111717575477938638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/05/two-and-half-weeks.html' title='Two and a half weeks'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111529206907966398</id><published>2005-05-05T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T03:21:09.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare of a Wedding</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a horrible wedding nightmare. It was worse than the nightmare I had last month when I dreamt Nick and I were in a room full of guest, packed like a can of sardines. We didn't have a coordinator and we forgot to dance our first dance together as husband an wife. Ohh this dream was worse because it was raining cats and dogs outside so they canceled the garden ceremony and my mom was bitching to continue the wedding at church. But my make up artist is no where to be found and my hair is all bushy and frizzy and I had a mole on my face like Nora Aunor and the arrhaes were missing. How bad can a wedding nightmare get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111529206907966398?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111529206907966398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111529206907966398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111529206907966398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111529206907966398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/05/nightmare-of-wedding.html' title='Nightmare of a Wedding'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111408116946168248</id><published>2005-04-21T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T03:27:22.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision of a wedding</title><content type='html'>I would have envisioned my dream wedding to be in a big church where the aisle was long and Spanish acutest embellished every nook and cranny of the church. Unfortunately I'm marrying into and interfaith marriage where the only compromise we've had will be a garden wedding. A garden wedding where I'll have to worry about rain, wind, the grass not being green and dirt on my shoes. Well for sure I will have an aisle runner on the carpet or something so my high heeled shoes won't get dirty. I'll just have to think positive. Months of preparation has gone by already and for sure we can't book any church now. I'll try to picture myself in a garden where the breeze is softly wisping my veil and my gown. As I walk down a carpet covered of rose petals, the sun shines upon me and I feel the warmth on my face. I meet my groom standing beside the chuppah (marriage canopy) decorated with many flowers arranged perfectly to my liking. We sit under the canopy and there we vow to love one another forever. I cut out pictures from magazines just to show what's on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/chuppah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/chuppah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111408116946168248?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111408116946168248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111408116946168248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111408116946168248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111408116946168248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/04/vision-of-wedding.html' title='Vision of a wedding'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111373678882075976</id><published>2005-04-17T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T03:22:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tele serye continues...</title><content type='html'>One afternoon during my summer vacation, I was walking from my aunts house to return a tape to the nearby video shop. As I was walking a white car stopped from accross the street. It was Nick, how my stomach turned as he approached me. I really don't remember vivdly what we talked about that day except for the usual hi how are you. He seemed bashful and was fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt. After that he went on our separate way. A few weeks past and he saw me on the street again walking home from school. So he walked me home and asked if I'd like to go out sometime. We went out to Alabang Town Center Where we watch Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. Again he said those sweet three letter word "I love you". It's official we were going out again but behind my uncle's back and also my grandparents. It was hard lying to them and sneaking out to meet him. I was happy and that was all that mattered to me. Months went by and we say eachother less frequently. He then called me and told me that he was not ready for commitment. I understood him perfectly and said it was alright. I started seing other guys even his friend whom he gave my number to. I guess this got him so jelous he wanted me back again. He had his reasons for breaking up with me to me they were valid reasons. In order to love, it is true you must love yourself and be emotionally ready. At that time he was not. I gave him an ultimatum that if he broke up with me again he would never see me, not even my shadow, and I would never aknowledge ever meeting him. Thus, Nick has never broken up with me during the course of 7 years. Men should only get three tries if not there fooling you. I had my pride. We'd get into the hugest arguements about jelousy, money, family, my moodiness, almost everything under the sun. But after everything has cooled down we'd talk things over and pray that out relationship remains strong. Through the course of those years I've learned how generous, patient, gentle and kind he could really be. Most of all I learned just how much he loves me and just how willing he is, to spend his whole life with me despite my moodiness. This man I am marrying against all odds beause in his arms I am the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;divstyle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="294" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/akbayan.jpg" width="426" /&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/12039241-111373678882075976?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111373678882075976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111373678882075976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111373678882075976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111373678882075976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/04/tele-serye-continues.html' title='The tele serye continues...'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111365216148019361</id><published>2005-04-16T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:03:57.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Nik &amp; Dit came to be</title><content type='html'>Eleven years ago I decided to move from Alaska to the Philippines and continue my highschool education there. I was 15 at the time I fell in love at first sight on Halloween. Actually it was more like infatuation. I saw him accross the dance floor at my uncle's High School Allumni Halloween party. He was buff, moreno, full of sex appeal and he had long lashes. I melt for men with long lashes. I on the other hand,was chubby and very naive. Mr. Suave comes over to me and starts a conversation. Basic stuff like what's my name and how old I am, where I'm from, where I go to school and what time I get out of school. Now that I think of it, he was very sly that first meeting asking me what time I get off school. That following Monday, there he was standin goutside the gate gate of my school.  My heart skipped a beat when he called my name, my classmates teased us as he started walking me home.(my house is like 5 blocks away from my school) Typical courtship started between us but never really got deep. He'd pick me up from school and we'd hangout with at my house.&lt;br /&gt;I would see him off and on during the course of one and a half year but it was on January 8, 1996 he professed his love for me and I to him. It was a pleasant beginning which ended abruptly due to my very strict uncle. Alas we were broken up but only to met once more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started College that year and when my classes were over, my eyes would search for him&lt;br /&gt;amongst the crowd and I would hope that he would one day, be waiting outside the gate.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was empty and broken it hurt. I woke up after an afternoon nap and&lt;br /&gt;the song by Rick Price was playing Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;From the time I wake up 'til I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;She's all I know&lt;br /&gt;And though she's so far away It just keeps gettin' stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even now she's gone I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in kind I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start 'Cause it's breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all this time I act so brave I'm shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows And all I can do is hope and pray 'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There was a void in my gut, an undescribable emptiness , a longing to be with him once more, so I cried my sadness against my pillow till it was soaked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111365216148019361?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111365216148019361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111365216148019361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111365216148019361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111365216148019361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-nik-dit-came-to-be.html' title='How Nik &amp; Dit came to be'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111321508685142845</id><published>2005-04-11T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T02:02:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean M Package</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy after 2 months my orders from Jean M arrived. Four days ago I called to ask whether they shipped my order already. The lady on the phone informed me, that he shipping and handling I paid wasn't sufficient enough so they mailed it C.O.D. Unfortunately I was never home to catch the mailman and pay him the charges so the package went back all the way to Idaho. How was I suppose to know they didn't have ground shipment for Alaska. I would think they'd go through Canada to deliver. I used my trusty mastercard so they'd ship it express mail. I ordered a flute setting with his/her name and wedding date etched on the glass, a tiara ring cylinder ( for the unity candle hopefully it'll work) and a silver swirl serving set. I figured I'll always use them for valentines and anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="341" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/Image390.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="358" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/Wine7.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111321508685142845?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111321508685142845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111321508685142845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111321508685142845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111321508685142845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/04/jean-m-package.html' title='Jean M Package'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12039241.post-111304064885723937</id><published>2005-04-09T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:17:14.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm doing creating another blog when I'm not even done tweaking my other one. hmmmp ow well at least now I can post comment on my other fellow &lt;a href="mailto:W@wies"&gt;W@wies&lt;/a&gt; blog : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12039241-111304064885723937?l=jundit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/feeds/111304064885723937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12039241&amp;postID=111304064885723937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111304064885723937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12039241/posts/default/111304064885723937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jundit.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Ditas ni Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00115878710991509035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/jundit/fun2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
