Google Connects!

I’m a little apprehensive; I’m expecting a mail from Microworkers last December unfortunately until now no mail arrived. I asked my mother to visit the post office to check the mail last Friday. She texted me that she got it but when I arrived at home from work it wasn’t the mail that I’m expecting – it was from Google. I didn’t expect it because I didn’t received message from them that they send mails.

Honestly when I received it my heart is leaping with joy! LOL….. Google connects!!! The letters were promotional letter of Google AdWords and my Adsense personal identification number (PIN).

When you closely look the mail it was received at the post office last September 23, 2010. And it took four months before I received it. Imagine that! Then probably the letter from Microworkers which I requested last November 29, 2010 will arrived this March! Sigh…

I do hope the mailing system in our place will be improved or else I’ll report them in “Bayan Mo i-Patrol Mo”….LOL….

Page Rank is Back

Look at that, the page rank is back. Although it’s 1 lesser compare to my previous page rank (3), I’m still grateful about it.

I don't have plans to post about it. I have assignments that need to finish before Friday ends. But I’m too excited to announce that finally my page rank is back. Yehey!

Ooppps!!! I better go before I forgot that I have things to do…

Seven Things About Me

It’s been long since I received an award in the blogosphere. Thanks to Pinx of Pink Memoir of giving the Stylish Blogger Award. *mwuah*

Actually there’s a rule behind this award.

1. Thank and link back the person who gave you this award.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Award 15 great bloggers you know.
4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

 

Now here are the seven (7) things about me. Although I already posted a related article about seven I would just reiterate here. Seven (7) is a significant and my favorite number!

1. There is number seven on my birthday; I was born on April 17, 1982.
2. According to my mother, the number of my bed when I was born was seven.
3. I am the 7th child of my father; but not of my mother. My father is a widower and has five children by his first marriage.
4. 7th grandchild of my grandparents from my mother side.
5. My birthstone is diamond, and there are seven letters in the word diamond.
6. Consider 1982 (the year of my birth) as separate numbers: 1, 9, 8, and 2. Subtract 2 from 9           and you’ll get number 7. Same with eight minus one!! And
7. I have seven dark and bulging moles on my face.

 

 

I’m passing this award to the following bloggers:

1. Romel Diamante - http://rommeldiamante.blogspot.com/

2. Abie - http://nurseabie.blogspot.com/

3. Faye - http://meinthedutchsociety.blogspot.com/

4. Ria - http://ria-journey.blogspot.com/

5. Arvin - http://arvin95.blogspot.com/

6. Imriz - http://clarizzamarcelo.wordpress.com/

7. Leah - http://neneleah30.blogspot.com/

8. Axl - http://www.axl08.blogspot.com/

9. Ginger - http://gingersnaps-prettylittlething.blogspot.com/

10. Mayet - http://www.missusbountybasket.blogspot.com/

11. EQM Dallas - http://www.eqmdallas.com/

12. Khaye - http://khaye-welcometomylife.blogspot.com/

13. Rj’s Mama - http://www.my-blogbook.com/

14. Yen - http://www.business-ito.com/

15. Jhiegz - http://jigzmoreinfo.blogspot.com/

Captcha!!!

I was awakened with the loud chirping of bird one cold afternoon. And when I opened my two tired eyes there I found a bird freely flying in our room. Slowly I grabbed my camera and took a pic of it. I attempted at least eight then CAPTCHA!!! Got it! Got it!!! GOT ITTT!!! Yehey!

Birds can freely play inside the house because of the open windows. One time I jokingly told my mother that I was like inside the convent, where we can only hear the rustling sounds of the winds and chirping of birds. Mama hates music! She only wants the sound of silence… LOL…..

I love to see the birds flying inside the house except that they left there dung on our bed… LOL….

Hmmm… I’m wondering why they poop on one side only?

Personalized Calendar

Although it’s already mid-January our office still received calendars. Calendars are the usual give away of companies as a way of saying thank you for using their services. Which to the advantage of the company, the calendar give away also serves as an advertisement. You can see wall calendars with the big and bold companies’ name and logos in it.

Personalized calendars are also popular as a gift. You can have a standing desktop calendar, photo calendars, wall calendar, planner calendar with the photos of your love ones or you yourself printed on it. And when you are too busy with your work, glancing at your schedule in your planner will make you pause for a while. I bet it would draw your face a smile when you see the photos of your children smiling back at you.

Or if you are a frustrated model why not include your photos in your personalize wall calendar. Hang it and viola! You’re an instant hired model for your calendar. We cannot tell somebody might discover your potential as a model.

With the different photo editor now a days, personalizing is as easy as one, two, three. Adding with special effects you yourself can be a star, a gorgeous model for your personalized calendar.

He’s Leaving

Now I understand why my boyfriend hates the song “Leaving on a Jet Plane”. I used to teased him with this song because we sang this song when we were 4^th year High School and he was the one who played the guitar. And he hates it! I don’t know why.

My boyfriend will go to a strange place …. because we believe this is the only temporary solution of his problem (sorry I cannot elaborate it further). He will leave full of uncertainties….. the place – will he ever adopt the kind of lifestyle in Manila? Will he find the solution to his problem? Will he return?… “I don’t know when he’ll be back again”.
 
We both hate this situation… but we are left with no other option… Hopefully, everything will turn okay… I’m praying for that.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Photo Source: Chloeblossom

Reviewing My Blog List

As I have said in previous post, my blogroll links have something to do with my PR zero. I read the message in my Google account, which I will elaborate in another post [later], that one of my pages are using techniques that are outside the quality guidelines of Google. My PR dropped the day [or maybe hours] after I linked a site in my blogroll. And I forgot what site it is. Grrr…

While waiting for the response of my request for reconsideration, I review the sites in my bloglist and have it linked in my sidebar instead of creating another page. So if you think your blog is not in my list and you believe that we have exchanged link before please leave a comment. I will check your site before I add it on my blog list.

Sorry for the inconvenience.