tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365758212024-03-06T02:44:50.991+08:00Deliciously RareA hint of my days. Words. Photos. Thoughts. and or Everything in betweenIna Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-6393446446776813652012-07-28T13:35:00.000+08:002012-07-28T13:35:37.477+08:00My ValentineNatalie Portman features in <a href="http://www.paulmccartney.com/" target="_blank">Paul McCartney</a>'s song video of My Valentine.<br />
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Beautiful. <br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FAApccf11hs" width="640"></iframe>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-354793388292989622012-07-28T09:53:00.001+08:002012-07-28T09:53:56.409+08:00Behind the Scenes: McDonald's Photo Shoot<span style="font-size: small;"><b>On Mcdonald's <a href="http://yourquestions.mcdonalds.ca/questions/224" target="_blank">OUR FOOD. YOUR QUESTION</a>.</b></span><br />
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Isabel M. of Toronto asked: <b>"Why does your food look different in the advertising than what is in the store?"</b><br />
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McDonald's Canada's Director of marketing Hope Bagozzi picks up a
Quarter Pounder with cheese from a local McD's and takes it to Watt International's photo studio, where they shoot their advertisements, to compare the two versions.<b> </b><br />
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Interesting, isn't it?Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-44308831641325420042012-02-02T22:56:00.000+08:002012-02-02T22:56:46.114+08:00Somebody That I Used to Know<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UVNT4wvIGY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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Now and then I think of when we were together<br />
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die<br />
Told myself that you were right for me<br />
But felt so lonely in your company<br />
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember<br />
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You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness<br />
Like resignation to the end<br />
Always the end<br />
So when we found that we could not make sense<br />
Well you said that we would still be friends<br />
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over<br />
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But you didn't have to cut me off<br />
Make out like it never happened<br />
And that we were nothing<br />
And I don't even need your love<br />
But you treat me like a stranger<br />
And that feels so rough<br />
You didn't have to stoop so low<br />
Have your friends collect your records<br />
And then change your number<br />
I guess that I don't need that though<br />
Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br />
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Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over<br />
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done<br />
And I don't wanna live that way<br />
Reading into every word you say<br />
You said that you could let it go <br />
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...<br />
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But you didn't have to cut me off<br />
Make out like it never happened<br />
And that we were nothing<br />
And I don't even need your love<br />
But you treat me like a stranger<br />
And that feels so rough<br />
You didn't have to stoop so low<br />
Have your friends collect your records<br />
And then change your number<br />
I guess that I don't need that though<br />
Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br />
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I used to know<br />
That I used to know<br />
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Somebody...<br />
*************Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-34922036630509877302011-12-29T05:30:00.001+08:002011-12-29T05:30:48.602+08:00AloudI speak<br />But not really.<br />In my mind<br />I hear myself.<br />Questioning<br />Wondering<br />What I am doing?<br />Not too happy<br />Not even ecstatic<br />To where I brought myself.<br />Steps I took<br />I no longer rejoice.<br />Own youth has escaped me<br />Regrets. Remorse.<br />Envy. Jealousy<br />Surrounds me.<br />How do I chase <br />Dreams. Success.<br />Path which is right<br />Deserving delight. <br />Wandering<br />Still looking.<br />I Speak<br />But not really.<br />In my mind<br />I hear myself.<br />Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-19284871305482051062011-11-13T12:09:00.001+08:002011-11-13T12:10:24.650+08:00Project Parrot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-20815268844369965482011-07-11T21:59:00.000+08:002011-07-11T21:59:09.894+08:00Come Back When You Can (Barcelona)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HjEtXqSJP2k" width="640"></iframe> <br />
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I've been led on<br />
To think that we've been<br />
Trying for too long.<br />
Every time we drift<br />
We're forcing what is wrong.<br />
At last that voice is gone.<br />
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Please take your time<br />
But you've got to know that<br />
I am taking sight.<br />
Oh, you look good<br />
with your patient face and wandering eye<br />
Don't hold this war inside.<br />
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Come back when you can.<br />
Let go, you'll understand.<br />
You've done nothing at all to make me love you less.<br />
So come back when you can.<br />
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You left your home<br />
You're so far from<br />
Everything you know<br />
Your big dream is<br />
Crashing down and out your door.<br />
Wake up and dream once more.<br />
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Come back when you can.<br />
Let go, you'll understand.<br />
You've done nothing at all to make me love you less.<br />
So come back when you can.<br />
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Come back, I'll help you stand.<br />
Let go and hold my hand.<br />
If all you wanted was me, I'd give you nothing less.<br />
So come back when you canIna Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-4380021913704222572011-07-11T15:00:00.001+08:002011-07-11T15:00:55.352+08:00Marriage is a Joke<blockquote>
Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar and discussing about their family problems. </blockquote>
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Shot after shot. The Indian man said to the American, “We have
problem in India. We can’t marry the one whom we love. You know my
parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely and
domesticated girl from a village whom I haven’t even met once. We call
this an arranged marriage. I don’t want to marry a woman whom I don’t
love. I told my parents that openly and now have a hell of a lot of
family problems.” <br />
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The American said, “Talking about love marriages, in America we can
marry the one we love. Let me tell you my story. I married a widow whom I
deeply loved and dated her for three years. After a couple of years, my father fell in
love with my step-daughter and married her, so my father became my
son-in-law and I became my father’s father-in-law. Legally, now my daughter is my mother and my
wife is my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son
is my father’s brother and so he is my uncle. The situation turned worse when my father
had a son. Now, my father’s son, my brother, is my grandson.
Ultimately, I have become my own grandfather and I am my own grandson. And, you say you have family problems?” <br />
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The Indian fainted.</blockquote>
This made my day :)) haha Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-44519052336981069892011-06-27T15:11:00.000+08:002011-06-27T15:11:40.557+08:00Coffee Splash Attempt I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF4h6Ov9bjGKQqtHg2DmLGprHshVlQatBr5YihZnaG0nU72YfoL2hh2N6zq6IPP1cXuCx4SxvihmZAR7Xu7Bf8nsLGN1IrCZwmxRtii-arrhHWCxAY9mWLIfWsFLYjZQWe_Ee3/s1600/Coffee+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF4h6Ov9bjGKQqtHg2DmLGprHshVlQatBr5YihZnaG0nU72YfoL2hh2N6zq6IPP1cXuCx4SxvihmZAR7Xu7Bf8nsLGN1IrCZwmxRtii-arrhHWCxAY9mWLIfWsFLYjZQWe_Ee3/s640/Coffee+10.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><br />
My attempt of a coffee splash. At least give me credit for the effort. It really isn't as easy as it looks. But I shall do it again! hahaha!<br />
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I'll be posting other photos on my flickr account. Feel free to check 'em out! :) <br />
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Just click on this <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inavarro/">FLICKR Link</a> :)<br />
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Thanks! <3Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0Antipolo City, Philippines14.5833333 121.1666666999999514.467116299999999 121.02714019999995 14.6995503 121.30619319999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-57071444558412659572011-06-21T16:51:00.000+08:002011-06-21T16:51:28.779+08:00What a Parrot Can Tell About Soaring in Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The movie Rio is about a macaw parrot Blu, the last male of his species, who was needed to be taken to Rio, so that he can mate with a female, Jewel, to preserve the species.<br />
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Blu has been domesticated for 15 years and its effect is that he does not know how to fly. Most of his life he lived inside the store of his owner Linda. His inability to fly becomes his biggest problem when he was set loose in Rio.<br />
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A parrot that cannot fly is a funny sight indeed. Or is it?<br />
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Blu was made to fly, that is his very bird-iness. But domestication has stripped him of this ability. He has become less of a bird that he was meant to be. This handicapped have limited not only him but his world. While the birds were flying outside, he was stuck inside the bookstore.<br />
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On a side note, the bookstore was a good symbol of much of our lives. We have a lot of head knowledge and little experience on realities of life.<br />
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Many of us are like Blu, domesticated. We have attached our lives, ourselves to pleasure and convenience that we abhor the practice of virtues. We have become spiritually slothful. We have stopped exercising the wings of our soul. We have become lazy in building our character. Our main objective in life is to have a fun and easy life, and the hell with the rest.<br />
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Like Blu, we have chosen to become less than who we truly are. In our laziness, we have compromised the greatness God destined us for mediocrity. “Too much effort” is too much effort for the many of us. Why be virtuous? Why strive for greatness when you can have fun? Why risk it when I can be safe in my own little world?<br />
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Why indeed?<br />
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If you like to stay grounded instead of soaring, then choose mediocrity. Stay trapped in your own little world, your little cage.<br />
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But if one wants to soar in life and live life to the full, one must remember who one is. We must remember that we are children of God. As birds are created to fly, we are created to be saints.<br />
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So how did Blu learned to fly?<br />
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He did when he forgot his fears, his self, his very life.<br />
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When Jewel fell from the plane with a broken wing, Blu jumped after her even though he did not knew how to fly. You can say that love pushed him off the plane and into Jewel. It is in this act of love that Blu learned to fly.<br />
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It is true with us bipeds as well. Only love can make us fully human. When we forget ourselves and give it to others, we shall find our true humanity. Our life can only soar with the wings of love. To stay selfish is too stay stuck and grounded.<br />
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Love as we can see demands risk and sacrifice. Blu took a risk of sacrificing his life to save Jewel. Love is not something that happens in our heads. It is very real, so real that you can touch it, like the cross of Christ. Love without action is not love, it is a silly imagination.<br />
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So let the parrot lead you in soaring in life. The high life God has called and made us for.<br />
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So start spreading those wings and go love and help your neighbor.<br />
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<i>Written by Daxx Bondoc (<a href="http://www.inspirationalblogs.com/index.htm">Inspiration)</a></i>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-39146967339671251722011-06-12T12:31:00.001+08:002011-06-12T12:34:01.725+08:00Forget You<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">With a song stuck in my head for 6 months straight I had two options:</span></span></div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Punch myself very hard in the face and hope a different song would s</span>tart playing in my head, or</li>
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I’ve never been all that productive of a person. You see, I’ve always waited until I was “good enough” until I started taking meaningful action. I would do tons of work trying to become “good enough,” but since that’s a pretty vague goal I tended to get stuck always preparing to take real action. I would rarely accomplish something meaningful.<br />
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Luckily Cee Lo stepped in. You see, in “Forget You” he tells a beautiful story: guy loves girl, guy sees girl in a car with a rich dude, guy gets angry that he wasn’t rich enough for her, guy says screw this. He sings, “I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough I’m like, forget you!” And moves on. He could have sang, “I guess the change in my pocket wasn’t enough I’m like…well, I guess I’ll get a second job, try to invest wisely, and eventually win you over.” Not quite as catchy.<br />
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The wise Cee Lo realized that it wasn’t worth wishing he had more money, or waiting until he got his Ferrari. If that girl wasn’t going be with him…forget her. Realistically, even if he did wait until he got that cash, car, and xbox, that girl still wouldn’t want him (or by then he would have been over her). So he started from where he was, not from where he hoped to be one day.<br />
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What does any of this have to do with real world achievement?<br />
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On one hand, most of us want our life to change in some way. On the other hand, most of us are waiting for something before we can really take action. We’re waiting to finish a class, get a promotion, have a new situation, or find a direction. Many of us think that if only we had that one thing in our life happen, then we could start making progress.<br />
<ul><li>I need a perfect outline before I write that essay or blog post</li>
<li>I need the perfect work out and diet plan before I start exercising</li>
<li>I need the perfect website, traffic, blog, or product before I can start an online business</li>
<li>I need to wait for the right time before I quite the job I hate</li>
</ul>I know what I did for the longest time is either:<br />
<ol><li>work my butt off trying to be prepared enough to start making progress, or</li>
<li>pout and feel sorry for myself.</li>
</ol>If only I had asked, “WWCLD?” (what would Cee Lo do?). He would have said, “forget being ‘good enough.’ I am where I am. I don’t need to wait until I’m ‘good enough’ or ‘ready.’ I am going to start moving forward from where I am right now.”<br />
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Start achieving like Cee Lo<br />
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I’m not telling you to go record a hit record (although if you do, referencing Mr. T’s catchphrase like Cee Lo does in “Forget You” is always the right choice). Instead, pick the one biggest goal you currently have in your life. Got it? Okay, I don’t care if you’re starting at zero in pursuing that goal. I don’t care how much you have to learn before you can really do it. The most important thing you can possibly do is to say “forget you” to whatever you think you need to do before you act. Figure out how to take your first step now.<br />
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Don’t be like Cee Lo was before his “Forget You” kick. He had to “borrow, beg and steal and lie and cheat, trying to keep” the girl. In the same way, you’d have to work your ass off to get to a point where you are “good enough” to start taking real world action. Screw the ideal. Start from where you are right now.<br />
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P.S. I’ve not consulted Cee Lo, but I’m pretty sure we’re best friends and he probably agrees with everything in this warped interpretation of his catchy song lyrics. Sorry Cee Lo if you’re being misrepresented here!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>Re-post: Joey Weber</i></span>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-24385914437503371182011-06-12T11:26:00.000+08:002011-06-12T11:26:44.376+08:0012th of June 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLzKKbkvDtM1MhYEPYgZYC19llrTQDDmExEWyPJUmxnlPdM92lVZS0FSybUJf1EK8jnUEVE8CA7Sx0KfBcIUv67CRBiCEfKs2Rtl0cF6ZOoUO_agDIrIODS8r0f8Xr28WbGHZ/s1600/philippine-independence-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLzKKbkvDtM1MhYEPYgZYC19llrTQDDmExEWyPJUmxnlPdM92lVZS0FSybUJf1EK8jnUEVE8CA7Sx0KfBcIUv67CRBiCEfKs2Rtl0cF6ZOoUO_agDIrIODS8r0f8Xr28WbGHZ/s320/philippine-independence-day.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Independence Day, Philippines! </span></div>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-5350497829805950292011-06-09T02:03:00.000+08:002011-06-09T02:03:05.461+08:00Marco's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymtZEL2bHIs_DCH22V0vgChn9z0W1gfs3omHxPXJ859zgdeX6z4kcW_qcMWOiCEjGtUYioNz_VELIOMPZ0EyOhxqenvvmLj4eQtVt-Z1NpokGGLCZSUMRvgRjFE3bwNyFj52E/s1600/marco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymtZEL2bHIs_DCH22V0vgChn9z0W1gfs3omHxPXJ859zgdeX6z4kcW_qcMWOiCEjGtUYioNz_VELIOMPZ0EyOhxqenvvmLj4eQtVt-Z1NpokGGLCZSUMRvgRjFE3bwNyFj52E/s320/marco.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No changes were made but the name itself as you requested :) </div>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-70266120049237890532011-06-08T01:43:00.000+08:002011-06-08T01:43:37.933+08:00Maddy's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwa3aH5qxxLWnAx76m63NCGUN8bobUonGjFcWw1iUJ9m2AtbYc7LfrFQbFsKiCg6bdIuDGUwiTuQnOxS5wO6wZVGwvKtsrlhXMTuQ_k-8wsa4Hj9IIeIHxvzQ6kknYuSpYwhU7/s1600/MADDY.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwa3aH5qxxLWnAx76m63NCGUN8bobUonGjFcWw1iUJ9m2AtbYc7LfrFQbFsKiCg6bdIuDGUwiTuQnOxS5wO6wZVGwvKtsrlhXMTuQ_k-8wsa4Hj9IIeIHxvzQ6kknYuSpYwhU7/s400/MADDY.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For my dear friend Marco, who requested for a name design for his friend. Sorry for the delay. Let me know what you think. It's simple but I hope you and your friend will like it :) </div>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-80760490904706924592011-05-18T22:41:00.001+08:002011-05-18T22:50:21.690+08:00(WOTL): A Social ExperimentAng mga tao talaga, sadyang mapaghusga :))<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/3qwB1nmrW8U?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-24438607129403966542011-05-18T22:29:00.001+08:002011-05-18T22:53:53.507+08:00WOTL: SLANG<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='640' height='385' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPfmzwiGdaAKop9iWDf1OAbWZa0bzSGSGVOfLT6SWFwQOceA1KMHOUnentWBNu8ES1Op5c_g1khC0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-37522656132194849782011-05-18T01:53:00.000+08:002011-05-18T01:53:02.193+08:00Read This Boys!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"></span><br />
<h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><cufon alt="Date " class="cufon cufon-canvas" style="display: inline-block !important; font-size: 1px !important; height: 24px; line-height: 1px !important; position: relative !important; text-indent: 0px !important; vertical-align: middle !important; width: 62px;"><cufontext style="display: inline-block !important; height: 0px !important; overflow-x: hidden !important; overflow-y: hidden !important; text-indent: -10000in !important; 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font-size: 1px !important; height: 24px; line-height: 1px !important; position: relative !important; text-indent: 0px !important; vertical-align: middle !important; width: 73px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><canvas height="26" style="height: 26px; left: 0px; position: relative !important; top: -2px; width: 92px;" width="92"></canvas><cufontext style="display: inline-block !important; height: 0px !important; overflow-x: hidden !important; overflow-y: hidden !important; text-indent: -10000in !important; width: 0px !important;"></cufontext></span></cufon><cufon alt="photographs." class="cufon cufon-canvas" style="display: inline-block !important; font-size: 1px !important; height: 24px; line-height: 1px !important; position: relative !important; text-indent: 0px !important; vertical-align: middle !important; width: 163px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><canvas height="26" style="height: 26px; left: 0px; position: relative !important; top: -2px; width: 182px;" width="182"></canvas><cufontext style="display: inline-block !important; height: 0px !important; overflow-x: hidden !important; overflow-y: hidden !important; text-indent: -10000in !important; width: 0px !important;"></cufontext></span></cufon></h2><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Date a Girl Who Takes Photographs.</span></span></b></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Date a girl whose favorite sound is the click-click of the shutter as it closes and opens to capture a memory. Date a girl who sees the wonder in the simplest things. Date a girl who looks at the world and wonders how to put a little of herself in it.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You might find her in the park, lost behind her lens, the world a blur around her as she tries to capture a single moment in time. You might find her in an exhibit, a look of concentration on her face as she contemplates a photograph that called out to her as she was passing by. Or maybe you will find her in a bookstore, a book in her lap as she pores over photographs of weddings all the while wondering what hers would look like.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Take her out to photo walks and laugh as she tries to take a picture of you. When she gets tired of walking, buy her cupcakes but wait until she has taken pictures of them before proceeding to eat them. Listen as she tells you her ideas for a photo shoot on the ride home.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Take her to a restaurant and wait patiently as she surveys the menu carefully, appreciating the food photography. And again, wait until she has taken a photo of your food before digging in. Allow her introduce you to Ansel Adams while you both eat your lunch. Introduce her to your favorite musician as you wait for the bill to arrive. When you get home, change your Facebook profile picture into a photograph she took of you. She silently hoped for it.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Take stolen shots of her. Compile it and give it to her on her birthday. Tell her you love her over and over until your voice replaces the click of the shutter as her favorite sound. Kiss her after she lifts her head up from the camera. Give her camera-shaped necklaces. Go places with her.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You will never be bored again.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Date a girl who takes photographs. She will never whine about a little dirt on her favorite pair of jeans as she kneels down to get a better angle of her subject. She will never be afraid to take adventures with you. She will take photographs of you not just with her camera but with her mind as well and keep it to herself to admire at night. But above all, she will teach you how to look at the world with a brand new perspective and she will do that unknowingly.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Marry a girl who takes photographs. Ditch those wedding photography books and give her the most beautiful wedding you could. She will teach your kids to find the beauty in everything just as she had taught you. Every day will be an adventure as she tries to create photograph-worthy memories with you. She may wake you up in the middle of the night because she is buzzing with ideas but she will make it up in the morning with a stack of hot pancakes beside a steaming cup of your favorite coffee blend.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Grow old with a girl who takes photographs. Sit with her on the front porch as you both pore over the bits and pieces of the moments you’ve had together. Stroke her hair as you both relive the photo walks that you took and the places you have been when you were both young. Smile as you both reenact your clever wedding vows.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Date a girl who takes photographs because she will always see that “something” in the most “nothing” of things. She will never let anyone take you away from her like she never lets anyone steal her photos and that is just one of the evidences that she loves you.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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Stars fall in your palm<br />
Hear the nightwind<br />
Whisper a psalm.<br />
You are a breeze of South.<br />
A gust in the north.<br />
The nightwind sings.<br />
The nightwind hums.<br />
Hear its song<br />
The city lights' sound<br />
Hear its hum,<br />
The twinkling diamond's facade.<br />
Close your eyes and really see.<br />
Hide your ears and really hear.<br />
I am the nightwind.<br />
You are the song.<br />
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"<b>A SONG FOR INA</b>" ~<i>Mikko Dionisio</i>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-59579907077468491672011-02-09T20:08:00.000+08:002011-02-09T20:08:24.839+08:00Why Are You So DamnWhy are you so damn special to me? You make me so mad, and I get so tired of you. Then it's like..you make me smile or you say something dumb or sometimes I just look at you..and it's like all of a sudden I totally forget about why I was even upset by you in the first place, and I start to love you all over again.Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-14466704654458480772011-02-08T20:25:00.001+08:002011-02-08T20:59:18.537+08:00And It's Not Just the LoveAnd it's not just the love but the life I found in him... You see, it's not everyday that I meet someone I could love this much, probably more than anyone could ever love another person.. I find peace just by his skin, serenity by his breath, and a stretched soul by the strands of his hair... He moved me in ways no one could and each night I fall asleep only in hopes of dreaming of him...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-6fSsBiCstWPj_nRaTB4O1O-EnS2Rkyc9DiKDDN8Slb-npmBO7dYt3sDB3GqCox4jOwYPOR9f34V8pVj1uCIpuVrQ3H_Syhocnu8fYQnsaOuA5laSWbcfRn0yPexQSl0-05k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-02-08+at+8.48.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-6fSsBiCstWPj_nRaTB4O1O-EnS2Rkyc9DiKDDN8Slb-npmBO7dYt3sDB3GqCox4jOwYPOR9f34V8pVj1uCIpuVrQ3H_Syhocnu8fYQnsaOuA5laSWbcfRn0yPexQSl0-05k/s640/Screen+shot+2011-02-08+at+8.48.49+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-31208422807660252292011-02-08T20:15:00.000+08:002011-02-08T20:15:14.284+08:00One and OnlyYou've been on my mind, <br />
I grow fonder every day, <br />
Lose myself in time, <br />
Just thinking of your face, <br />
God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go, <br />
You're the only one that I want, <br />
<br />
I don't know why I'm scared, <br />
I've been here before, <br />
Every feeling, every word, <br />
I've imagined it all, <br />
You'll never know if you never try, <br />
To forget your past and simply be mine, <br />
<br />
I dare you to let me be your, your one and only, <br />
Promise I'm worth it, <br />
To hold in your arms, <br />
So come on and give me a chance, <br />
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile, <br />
Until the end starts, <br />
<br />
If I've been on your mind, <br />
You hang on every word I say, <br />
Lose yourself in time, <br />
At the mention of my name, <br />
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close, <br />
And have you tell me whichever road I choose, you'll go? <br />
<br />
I don't know why I'm scared, <br />
'Cause I've been here before, <br />
Every feeling, every word, <br />
I've imagined it all, <br />
You'll never know if you never try, <br />
To forget your past and simply be mine,<br />
<br />
I dare you to let me be your, your one and only, <br />
I promise I'm worth it, mmm, <br />
To hold in your arms, <br />
So come on and give me a chance, <br />
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile, <br />
Until the end starts, <br />
<br />
I know it ain't easy giving up your heart, <br />
I know it ain't easy giving up your heart, <br />
Nobody's pefect, <br />
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart), <br />
Trust me I've learned it, <br />
Nobody's pefect, <br />
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart), <br />
Trust me I've learned it, <br />
Nobody's pefect, <br />
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart), <br />
Trust me I've learned it, <br />
Nobody's pefect, <br />
(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart), <br />
Trust me I've learned it, <br />
<br />
So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only, <br />
I promise I'm worth it, <br />
To hold in your arms, <br />
So come on and give me a chance, <br />
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile, <br />
Until the end starts, <br />
<br />
Come on and give me a chance, <br />
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile, <br />
Until the end starts.<br />
<br />
~AdeleIna Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36575821.post-68957873253908861532011-02-07T01:22:00.000+08:002011-02-07T01:22:02.755+08:00Someone Like You<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I heard that your settled down.<br />
That you found a girl and your married now.<br />
I heard that your dreams came true.<br />
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Old friend, why are you so shy?<br />
It ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the lie.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,<br />
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.<br />
I hoped you’d see my face & that you’d be reminded,<br />
That for me, it isn’t over.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you.<br />
I wish nothing but the best for you too.<br />
Don’t forget me, I beg, I remember you said:<br />
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”<br />
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">You’d know how the time flies.<br />
Only yesterday was the time of our lives.<br />
We were born and raised in a summery haze.<br />
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,<br />
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.<br />
I hoped you’d see my face & that you’d be reminded,<br />
That for me, it isn’t over yet.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you.<br />
I wish nothing but the best for you too.<br />
Don’t forget me, I beg, I remember you said:<br />
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”, yea.<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nothing compares, no worries or cares.<br />
Regret’s and mistakes they’re memories made.<br />
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you.<br />
I wish nothing but the best for you too.<br />
Don’t forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:<br />
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”<br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you.<br />
I wish nothing but the best for you too.<br />
Don’t forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:<br />
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead”<br />
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">~ADELE<br />
</span></div>Ina Navarrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884544529428208339noreply@blogger.com0