<?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-29464407</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:41:03.720-08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Boracay'/><category term='Mariposa Barbie doll'/><category term='No-bake blueberry cheese cake'/><category term='mother&apos;s poem'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='clutter box'/><category term='meanderings'/><category term='Hermes picotin tote bag'/><category term='The Last Frontier'/><category term='my baby'/><category term='Baguio City'/><category term='Amici Italian Restaurant'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='Dont just follow your dreams'/><category term='daddy&apos;s little girl'/><category term='Disney princess birthday party theme'/><category term='Coron Palawan'/><category term='catch them.'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='My Grownup Christmas List'/><category term='Rapunzel Barbie doll'/><category term='Positive Quote of the Day'/><category term='Quirino Grandstand Hostage Taking'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='Crystal Cove'/><category term='oregano oil toothache'/><category term='Pepeng'/><category term='dachshund'/><category term='musings'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='quotes on Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='Ondoy'/><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'>Once in our lives we experience things that seem too much to hold--we got drained, we hit rock bottom... but in spite of it all we manage to get through because we were able to have much more experience of the world, of our lives albeit sad or happy...and that is what LIFE is all about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-1021178846630905580</id><published>2010-10-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T03:03:53.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dachshund'/><title type='text'>His name is Abue</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, October 3, I was awaken by a puppy's cry. I hurriedly went downstairs and yes! He just arrived!!! A few weeks ago, my brother has been talking about buying a puppy for the kids. I said a Golden Retriever is child friendly and so likeable. But then he chose to bring home a dachshund, a gray one. He's so lovely!! The little guy is only a month old but oh boy, he's so makuliiiit!!! The kids readily engaged themselves with the little guy, and he seemed to like them, too. I will try to post some pics of this new addition to the family. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5OFxVmJLvs/Tfx3ykVgZyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E0H5JVexJHA/s1600/170760_1800332046657_1190477504_2074643_1224687_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5OFxVmJLvs/Tfx3ykVgZyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E0H5JVexJHA/s400/170760_1800332046657_1190477504_2074643_1224687_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwCjGDS5Mak/Tfx3y9lzpYI/AAAAAAAAALA/9cwHZO7g0VY/s1600/170952_1800332246662_1190477504_2074645_5412693_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwCjGDS5Mak/Tfx3y9lzpYI/AAAAAAAAALA/9cwHZO7g0VY/s400/170952_1800332246662_1190477504_2074645_5412693_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-1021178846630905580?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/1021178846630905580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=1021178846630905580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1021178846630905580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1021178846630905580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/10/his-name-is-abue.html' title='His name is Abue'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5OFxVmJLvs/Tfx3ykVgZyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E0H5JVexJHA/s72-c/170760_1800332046657_1190477504_2074643_1224687_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-4047202659541234138</id><published>2010-10-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:43:31.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutter box'/><title type='text'>Clutter Box</title><content type='html'>I found a couple of hard boxes yesterday and I thought it would be a nice container for Tea's CDs, small toys, or even use as a clutter catcher. You know kids love to play and then will just leave their toys scattered on the floor. No matter how many times you tell them to put things in their right places after playing, being child as such, they often forgot. Anyways, last night I asked Tea to help me cover up the empty boxes with old glossy magazine pages. We chose colorful pages so it will not be dull or boring to look at. Tea enjoyed doing our "project" and after we finished covering one of the boxes--wow! it was so nice!!! Now, she can have a pretty container for her CDs that will protect it from dust and for her other small toys as well. I cannot locate my USB cable, so I'd rather post the pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-4047202659541234138?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/4047202659541234138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=4047202659541234138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4047202659541234138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4047202659541234138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/07/clutter-box.html' title='Clutter Box'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-8270852285396054450</id><published>2010-09-26T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:39:24.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Date with Mikey</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, just another typical Monday off-work day and another breakfast date with hubby. We just dropped Tea off for school, and we just finished having our breakfast -- tapsilog for him and pork sisig for me (calories, calories)!! Never mind-- I try to indulge myself into these kind of foods at least once a week. I have my routine brisk walking every morning five times a week hehehe. Another long hours to peek what's new in our chaotic world. Have a good week ahead fellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-8270852285396054450?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/8270852285396054450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=8270852285396054450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8270852285396054450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8270852285396054450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/09/breakfast-date-with-mikey.html' title='Breakfast Date with Mikey'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-4042326825218972356</id><published>2010-09-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:29:51.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanderings'/><title type='text'>Misty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday morning. The sun looks hiding from me, eh. It was my off-work yesterday and it's a US holiday in the States today, so it's a 3-day off-work for me since Sunday. I enjoys days like this because I have a long time to spend with Tea. She's quite excited too because I can send and pick her up from school myself, and we can have afternoon naps together. I am looking forward to a time where I can work in the comfort of my own home and spend quality time with my daughter before she grows up. Well, my schedule right now is fine because I can get to work on an 8-hour basis and able to come home before 6 PM, still, more time to spend with the family. But in the Philippines' economy nowadays, we all need to have an extra job so we can earn more than we can with having a regular-paying job. Working abroad is the least thing from my mind. I want to before, but now that Tea is growing, I feel she needs both of us during this time of growing years. But who knows where fate may lead us, right? For the mean time, I will enjoy Tuesdays like this with Tea and Dad, and I am looking for more Tuesdays like this in the coming years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-4042326825218972356?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/4042326825218972356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=4042326825218972356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4042326825218972356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4042326825218972356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/09/misty-tuesday.html' title='Misty Tuesday'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-3903971103236782257</id><published>2010-08-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:16:47.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quirino Grandstand Hostage Taking'/><title type='text'>Grandstand Tragedy</title><content type='html'>It was a lovely Monday morning when I sent my daughter to school. My husband and I had a "breakfast date" (we often do that when it's my off-work days and I have the time to go along with them when he sends Tea to school) and we really had a nice conversion until it was time to pick up Tea from school. When we got home, Tea hurriedly turned on the television to watch her favorite noontime cartoons. It was not so long when a news break flashed on the television and Erwin Tulfo was reporting about a hostage taking going on in Quirino Grandstand. From then on, I never turned off nor changed the channel of the television so we can have an update on what's happening about the negotiation. I never thought that once very calm negotiation will end up in a horrible end. While we were watching everything, I was having mixed emotions. I felt so sorry for the lives lost--not only the victims but the perpetrator as well. There was a lot of "could have beens" in my mind at that time. But what can I do? The very least thing I was able to make at the time was to pray that everything will turn out fine--but it never happened. I felt as if my world crumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath of the tragedy is more devastating for me. The travel ban imposed by the HK government followed by 5 or six more countries. I wonder how come some Filipinos can be insensitive at times? I sympathized with the Chinese people about what they feel, it's a natural reaction. And this, to see pictures spreading on the Internet with students, even police men, having their pictures taken (with all big smiles) with the tragic bus behind --that's adding insult to injury. Talaga namang mapapamura ako kung ako ang relative ng mga victims with their action. You see, they are allowing international community know what kind of behavior, attitude we have (those who had their pictures taken). They don't even know the word RESPECT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happened was a wake-up call for the government. Mister President indeed has a lot of cleaning to do with our system if he really wanted to have the Philippines take the road towards PAGBABAGO. Of course, everything will be feasible--if all Filipinos will unite. With what had happened, the very least we can do now is to bow our heads, be humble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the international community, please do not condemn a whole nation just because of one man's action. We Filipinos are truly peace-loving people. Even with insurgencies in our country, the Philippine government is making an utmost effort to resolve them. Let us move forward and do not stagnate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this writing with this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a saying in Tibetan, 'Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.'&lt;br /&gt;No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that's our real disaster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama XIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers go to all the victims and their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-3903971103236782257?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/3903971103236782257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=3903971103236782257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/3903971103236782257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/3903971103236782257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/08/grandstand-tragedy.html' title='Grandstand Tragedy'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-6902681241382258813</id><published>2010-08-22T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:29:59.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No-bake blueberry cheese cake'/><title type='text'>Post-Birthday Note Part 2</title><content type='html'>On my birthday, I decided to try making a no-bake blueberry cheese cake. It has been a longtime plan for me to try doing this myself. I just bought Magnolia cream cheese and just followed a simple recipe I found on the Internet. My Tea doesn't like blueberry preserves that much so I made a cake without any topping on it, just the cheese cake itself, and she even enjoyed it. Everyone in the house loved it. My hubby even requested to have some in December for Christmas but with strawberries this time, in time of the Christmas season. I am looking forward to it, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-6902681241382258813?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/6902681241382258813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=6902681241382258813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6902681241382258813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6902681241382258813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/08/post-birthday-note-part-2.html' title='Post-Birthday Note Part 2'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-1166989155219021249</id><published>2010-08-22T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:03:39.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amici Italian Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Post-Birthday Note</title><content type='html'>I just turned 38 years old last August 23rd. Time really flies so fast. It never fails me to get excited every time my birthday comes. I started it by throwing a pre-birthday treat for a few close friends a day before my favorite day. We ate at Amici Italian Restaurant at Megamall. Oh, how I love their pasta. You see, I'm not fond of pastas but this one is just simply irresistible. We had &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spaghetti Carbonarra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;spaghetti                                      tossed with smoked bacon and  mushrooms in a cream sauce with parmesan cheese and black pepper&lt;/span&gt;; Spaghetti Bolognese, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spaghetti                                      served in a rich beef bolognese  sauce; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mozzarella                                  Fritta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diced creamy Mozzarella coated in breadcrumbs deep fried  and served                                      with barbecue sauce (this is yummy!); and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calzone                                  Amici, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Folded                                      pizza filled with  ham,                                      pepperoni, mushrooms, onions, tomato  and Mozzarella                                      cheese. What my friend told me is true--I won't regret celebrating my birthday there. Not to mention it was raining a bit that day-- they say it was a blessing--a cozy pasta pigging out and nice friend talks catching up on things. What a nice pre-birthday celeb it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-1166989155219021249?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/1166989155219021249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=1166989155219021249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1166989155219021249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1166989155219021249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/08/post-birthday-note.html' title='Post-Birthday Note'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-6677773707563896964</id><published>2010-07-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:06:33.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oregano oil toothache'/><title type='text'>Toothache...Argh!</title><content type='html'>I had a toothache the past few days. Oh my, I just can't believe it's very agonizing. The pain woke me up in the middle of the night, good thing I got some pain reliever in hand and I was able to go back to bed. I've never had this kind of pain, not in my entire life. It feels like all my body parts are aching. It so happened that I'm not fond of taking pain relievers. So what I did is search on the Internet for some home toothache remedies. Good thing there are some which can be found at home, even in our backyard. I tried oregano oil---whoa, the taste is soooo bad for me, but it really helped 100%!!! I am now thinking of having Tea's molars sealed once she get her permanent ones, but I still have to consult the dentist about it because I read that once teeth have been sealed they are likely to have lesser percentage of receiving restorative care or treatment. For now, I will have my darn tooth pulled out. Will my Tooth fairy coming over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-6677773707563896964?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/6677773707563896964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=6677773707563896964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6677773707563896964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6677773707563896964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/07/toothacheargh.html' title='Toothache...Argh!'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-1201494878468248046</id><published>2010-07-17T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T03:59:18.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney princess birthday party theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>June Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TEGMaFxpmWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8eXuy78evXY/s1600/tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TEGMaFxpmWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8eXuy78evXY/s400/tea.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June has been a very busy month for me. This is my daughter's and hubby's birthday month. Tea celebrated her 7th birthday at McDonald's with Disney Princesses theme. Boy, what a happy girl she was. We bought Disney princess pens in Divisoria as her giveaways (kids loved it). This has been her wish for her birthday, and we were so happy that we decided to celebrate it at McDo because everything just went well. We invited a maximum of 50 persons--immediate and extended families from both sides of the family, Tea's close friends, and her ninong/ninang. There were only less than--at most 20 children so they really enjoyed the excess souvenirs, loot bags, and balloons. The McDo staffs who attended the party and took care of the games and activities are very accommodating too. Not to forget Tea really loved her birthday cake (she even cried when a kid scratch her cake's icing). We have no regrets celebrating Tea's memorable day at McDonald's. It may have cost us a bit more than we expected but nothing compares to the joy, the smile we saw in her face that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise for all of us was when my mom-in-law called four days before Tea's birthday saying she is coming over from Palawan to attend Tea's birthday. Yahooo!! Double happiness for us because we have not seen her in four years. So I booked her a Zest Air ticket and sent it to her. Thanks for the online booking, it was really a big relief for us and for nanay not to get so tired compared to riding on a ship. Though her supposed arrival has been canceled for a day, she was able to take the trip the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 30th came and it was hubby's turn. Nanay cooked fried chicken and we just bought Pancit Malabon. We bought a special cake for him, of course our little girl blew the candles for him. Indeed, June was a tiring month for us, but it's all worth it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TEGMcbtXZkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KeEwmnlVfx4/s1600/36113_1494515321430_1190477504_1403034_3909523_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TEGMcbtXZkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KeEwmnlVfx4/s400/36113_1494515321430_1190477504_1403034_3909523_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-1201494878468248046?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/1201494878468248046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=1201494878468248046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1201494878468248046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1201494878468248046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/07/june-happenings.html' title='June Happenings'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TEGMaFxpmWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8eXuy78evXY/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-1611422163101331648</id><published>2010-03-04T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:49:26.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Good day. Woah, I'm sooo happy because I was able to make it home with the sun still up (finally, 'was able to wear my new-bought sunglasses). It's been over a month since I posted my last blog. Hmmm... this editing really is hampering me, but it's okay. I still have lots of time to catch up on things and a sharp memory to recollect what's in my mind. :o)Currently, I'm with Tea in an Internet cafe--she is playing Pet Society in Facebook and me catching up on lost times here in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a happening the past days. I'm just getting excited on Tea's graduation from prep. Boy, really time flies so fast, soon she'll be in grade 1. She'll be celebrating her 7th birthday this coming June, too. We can't help but get excited to these upcoming momentous events in our girl's life. We're really happy parents. We're really happy to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-1611422163101331648?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/1611422163101331648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=1611422163101331648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1611422163101331648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1611422163101331648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-5576293379771381586</id><published>2010-01-31T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:51:34.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermes picotin tote bag'/><title type='text'>Jackpot Ukay</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. It's good to be back writing once more. I just got busy the past month so I din't have much time visiting my blog, and I'm so happy to drop by and do some update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's New Year, I decided to clean up our house, getting rid of unnecessary stuffs. As I was cleaning my knick-knack box, sorting bags I no longer use to discard, I stumbled upon this old leather bag. It was given to me by my sister years ago when she bought some ukay finds from a garage sale organized by her then co-teacher; mostly are original/designer stuffs. She gave it to me because the design was "baduy" daw while I found it unique; I just cleaned it and voila--not bad to bring on Sunday mass, but I am not aware of the bag's brand. As I was examining it, I found out that it is a Hermes brand tote bag. I looked it up on the Internet and found that it is a Hermes picotin handbag just exactly as the picture above, only mine is blue. Whooohoo! I think it would be a nice first Hermes bag to own, never mind if it's hand-me-down hehehe. When I texted my sister about it, she told me, "Kung alam ko lang na sikat pala yang Hermes... waaah pahiram na lang. Hehehe, finders keepers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-5576293379771381586?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/5576293379771381586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=5576293379771381586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5576293379771381586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5576293379771381586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2010/01/jacpot-ukay.html' title='Jackpot Ukay'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-9010929874489291917</id><published>2009-12-17T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:36:43.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rapunzel Barbie doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariposa Barbie doll'/><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>In light of the holiday season, today is the last day of classes. Tea's class held their Christmas party today. I took a day off-work to accompany her. She was delighted with the gift she received from their kris-kringle. It's a stamp kit she can use with her drawing book. This kid really loves to draw and color, be it crayons or water color. She already got a big pink teddy from her dad and a Rapunzel Barbie doll from me. But that's not our Christmas gifts for her. They are sort of a reward for getting high grades last grading period. She is still looking forward to Santa Claus giving her a Mariposa Barbie doll. She even wrote a letter to him asking for it. :=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post our Christmas pics next time. I'll be signing off for now. Have a happy day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-9010929874489291917?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/9010929874489291917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=9010929874489291917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/9010929874489291917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/9010929874489291917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-5755227733152570397</id><published>2009-12-06T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:29:45.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Grownup Christmas List'/><title type='text'>Christmas time, it's Christmas time</title><content type='html'>Mistletoe season has arrived, so we better get ourselves ready. Never mind the traffic, the rush, this only comes once a year. This time, I am planning to have fruit salad, grilled chicken, loaves, and lots of fruits! I'll stay away from too much carbo this time (crossing my fingers not to have any--no pasta please.) We're looking forward to a few days' vacation so we can bring Tea to the mall or even a cozy family outing, perhaps Tagaytay. I just hope King Sun would be kind enough that day; also Mr. Wind so Tea can fly a kite. But as the true meaning of the season is Him, let's not forget our obligation to our fellowmen, especially the less fortunate. We can make their Christmas somehow better by sharing our blessings with them. A few weeks ago, Tea chose some toys she's no longer playing with and we donated them. I know they will bring smile to other children. I am wishing that we will have a peaceful holiday season, not only in our country but the whole world. Know the song My Grownup Christmas List? That's my favorite Christmas song. Every time I hear it, the message of the song gives me a goose bump. It's very moving. For those who are not familiar with the song, I would like to share you the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me&lt;br /&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;With childhood fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm all grown up now&lt;br /&gt;And still need help somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;My grown up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we believed&lt;br /&gt;The grandest sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Was something lovely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped beneath our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heaven only knows&lt;br /&gt;That packages and bows&lt;br /&gt;Can never heal&lt;br /&gt;A hurting human soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth&lt;br /&gt;(there'd be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;And everyone would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end, oh&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. I'll be back blogging, some time this week. Have a happy week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-5755227733152570397?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/5755227733152570397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=5755227733152570397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5755227733152570397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5755227733152570397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-its-christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time, it&apos;s Christmas time'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-4328047223044494842</id><published>2009-11-13T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:25:04.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch them.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dont just follow your dreams'/><title type='text'>Soar High, Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/Sv4UtUMyRLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QJG06Orc_yc/s1600-h/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/Sv4UtUMyRLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QJG06Orc_yc/s400/tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403779371640177842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took a day off work to get Tea's progress card, and boy, this girl's really a character. She's exactly my opposite when i was her age. She's full of confidence, lively, and simply loves a little of everything. She got mostly VS's in her grades and we parents are soooo very happy! I just can't believe I was able (and still) to raise her well. I am looking forward to a very good future ahead of her. So, Tea, my darling, soar high. Don't just follow your dreams, catch them. Me and dad will always be here   for you. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-4328047223044494842?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/4328047223044494842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=4328047223044494842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4328047223044494842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4328047223044494842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/11/soar-high-tea.html' title='Soar High, Tea'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/Sv4UtUMyRLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QJG06Orc_yc/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-39308454329257496</id><published>2009-11-07T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:32:20.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pepeng'/><title type='text'>Bouncing Back</title><content type='html'>October was a month filled with not-so greatness. We were hit and left devastated by typhoon Ondoy followed by Pepeng. It pains me to watch and see the victims on TV, on how they, especially the children and elderly, suffered. I somehow felt guilty watching the television with the comfort of home, foods, clothes, I'm all dry, while seeing them wet and left with almost nothing. But I was able to discard the feeling because I know a can do something, I can do more out of little things that I can share. So, I opened our closets, bagged old clothes and brought them to drop off points in our area. I know they will bring warmth and comfort to all who needs them. My heart goes to those who lost their houses. I was in the same situation 10 years ago when flood washed away our house. I was so devastated that I can't even cry. I grew there. We have a lot of memories there. In a spur of the moment everything was gone. It was as if half of my life was gone. We were left with nothing but our clothes on our bodies. That was 10 years ago. We now found a new home away from where we were before. Last night Naynay and I had a good talk till wee hours in the morning. We were talking about life and all that. The past typhoon that nearly break my being. But I was so grateful on how our parents raised us. We were raised to be tough. And Naynay said in her mother-knows-best tone, " Now you understand why I deprived you three of those material things, i.e. toys and the like. I don't want you to attach your selves with material things because they are fleeting. They will easily vanish. I know you understand why I mean. You have to experience a little of everything. Life will sometimes push you against the wall or you will even hit rock bottom. We've been through that, right? At the end of the day,  they doesn't matter. What's important is that you learned how to bounce back and make life even more beautiful than it ever was." Awww, that's  why I'm so proud to be called my Naynay's daughter, and I will be eternally grateful to her and Tatay for that. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-39308454329257496?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/39308454329257496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=39308454329257496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/39308454329257496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/39308454329257496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/11/bouncing-back.html' title='Bouncing Back'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-8863868897684232509</id><published>2009-05-08T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:47:41.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes on Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Moms' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyarena.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s165.photobucket.com/albums/u73/cyarena/comments/motherday/images/19.gif" alt="Get This from CyArena.com" title="Get This from CyArena.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyarena.com/comments/motherday/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u73/cyarena/img/share-button.gif" alt="Send to Friends" title="Send to Friends" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.cyarena.com/subscribe/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u73/cyarena/img/rss.png" alt="email" title="Get via e-mail" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.  ~Tenneva Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;But only one mother the wide world over.&lt;br /&gt;~George Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love.  ~Mildred B. Vermont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.  ~Rajneesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts.  A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.  ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around - and why his parents will always wave back.  ~William D. Tammeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOMMIES OUT THERE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-8863868897684232509?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/8863868897684232509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=8863868897684232509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8863868897684232509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8863868897684232509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/05/moms-day.html' title='Moms&apos; Day'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u73/cyarena/img/th_share-button.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-1485501665223998707</id><published>2009-04-18T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:10:10.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Quizes to make you laugh and frown c")</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happily Married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SeqvFKhTQTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OyayZlK7OGc/s1600-h/just+married.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SeqvFKhTQTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OyayZlK7OGc/s400/just+married.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326262012577268018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are destined to be married. You have exhibited the traits most likely to succeed in a long, healthy and happy marriage. You are trustworthy, dedicated, respectful and loving. You're a "keeper". ~~This is certainly TRUE for me!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina took &lt;a href=http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-hollywoo-cbgi/?target=result&amp;h=2f06d2887f765071f8809b09db50ec0f&amp;result=11434&amp;nodlg=1&amp;auth_token=8542f8e92e99cdc0162703453a30467b&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; and the result is you are Catherine Zeta-Jones! Ehem, ehem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/Seq2CgH-pII/AAAAAAAAAF0/-5YZ_yizQPA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/Seq2CgH-pII/AAAAAAAAAF0/-5YZ_yizQPA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326269663418426498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got it all: the undeniably gorgeous looks, the talent and the intelligence. Besides being every red-blooded male's fantasy thanks to roles in The Mask of Zorro and Entrapment, You also are an A-list actress and Hollywood royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;a href=http://apps.facebook.com/qm-dgcd-are-you-dest/&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; yourself and sure you'll have a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-1485501665223998707?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/1485501665223998707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=1485501665223998707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1485501665223998707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1485501665223998707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/04/quizes-to-make-you-laugh-and-frown-c.html' title='Quizes to make you laugh and frown c&quot;)'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SeqvFKhTQTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OyayZlK7OGc/s72-c/just+married.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-4885630912806180267</id><published>2009-04-17T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:52:47.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baguio City'/><title type='text'>Baguio City Vacation - April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelLw3ZZGEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tsFjQKzYUNY/s1600-h/baguio9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelLw3ZZGEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tsFjQKzYUNY/s400/baguio9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325871337218578498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tea while exiting Camp John Hay. It's sad that this park is no longer as beautiful as it was when management was still under the Americans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9nANzZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7WxHpuoVRiw/s1600-h/baguio7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9nANzZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7WxHpuoVRiw/s400/baguio7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870456644685202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea still with "bus lag" a few hours after we arrived at Tita Dada's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9SaWEYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ATBA03e2RZs/s1600-h/baguio6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9SaWEYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ATBA03e2RZs/s400/baguio6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870451117134210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family bonding at Mines View Park. It rained that time so we had to pack and leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9PIF1yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5jURZysxRjw/s1600-h/baguio5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9PIF1yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5jURZysxRjw/s400/baguio5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870450235266850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea and mommy--see how big she is now. She'll be 7 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9Cw0mdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d3AlO629jpQ/s1600-h/baguio3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK9Cw0mdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d3AlO629jpQ/s400/baguio3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870446916442578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK87c_F-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BG2g3ehsdPI/s1600-h/baguio2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelK87c_F-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BG2g3ehsdPI/s400/baguio2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870444954195938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelJnrRVgzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wAH3TnD09_M/s1600-h/baguio10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelJnrRVgzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wAH3TnD09_M/s400/baguio10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325868980321485618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday this pic will remind of our good times together. I wish time don't fly so fast so I can have many more times with Tea. It's nice to be around little girls because it's one way of recapturing our youth, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelJnaJT2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jewyfSL2RfI/s1600-h/baguio1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelJnaJT2vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jewyfSL2RfI/s400/baguio1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325868975724419826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelN2Jh4bdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JOGEsUREV-g/s1600-h/baguio8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelN2Jh4bdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JOGEsUREV-g/s400/baguio8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873627008626130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-4885630912806180267?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/4885630912806180267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=4885630912806180267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4885630912806180267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4885630912806180267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/04/baguio-vacation-april-2009-me-and-tea.html' title='Baguio City Vacation - April 2009'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SelLw3ZZGEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tsFjQKzYUNY/s72-c/baguio9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-5901503828676971201</id><published>2009-01-16T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:14:44.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Your fairy is called &lt;i&gt;Columbine Goblinshimmer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a bringer of riches and wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is only seen when the first flowers begin to blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has gentle green wings like a butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emmadavies.net/fairy/default.aspx"&gt;Get your free fairy name here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-5901503828676971201?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.emmadavies.net/fairy/default.aspx?firstname=maricris+&amp;lastname=de+leon&amp;submit=Find+My+Fairy+Name#form' title='My Fairy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/5901503828676971201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=5901503828676971201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5901503828676971201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5901503828676971201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fairy.html' title='My Fairy'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-1071024489877875392</id><published>2008-12-27T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:52:54.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SVcUCJdP-cI/AAAAAAAAADs/_wq-E50_8go/s1600-h/images+cris.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SVcUCJdP-cI/AAAAAAAAADs/_wq-E50_8go/s320/images+cris.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284714714873461186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas Time as we celebrate the day with our family, close friends, and all who are dear to us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all share our overflowing table of blessing with one another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When each one us feels cozy and warm as we gather around our Christmas tree opening our presents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all have time to think about the too many who are lonely and weary, feeling hungry and cold, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The too many homeless and helpless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us enjoy Christmas time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us all take a moment to pray for those who cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all try to make this world a better place still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us fill each other’s heart with joy and share and spread the good cheer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this world a better place by being an example and by good deeds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget the true reason for celebrating the season…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man who was born upon the hay, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man who gave His life upon the cross,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who took away our sins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will always be the reason for the season…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All my love goes to my family, Mike &amp; Tea; nanay &amp; tatay, bro &amp; sis, and my nieces &amp; nephew. Here’s to many more Christmases together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-1071024489877875392?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/1071024489877875392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=1071024489877875392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1071024489877875392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/1071024489877875392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SVcUCJdP-cI/AAAAAAAAADs/_wq-E50_8go/s72-c/images+cris.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-5640426437468650890</id><published>2008-12-16T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:53:50.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxman</title><content type='html'>Last night I finished reading a book titled &lt;a href=http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/p/gary-paulsen/foxman.htm&gt;Foxman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; written by Paul Paulsen. I bougth it from a mall at 20 Php, not because it's cheap but it made me curious about the story. It's a short story that deals with isolation, an anti-war story, a story of friendship,and of human strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-5640426437468650890?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/5640426437468650890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=5640426437468650890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5640426437468650890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5640426437468650890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/12/foxman.html' title='Foxman'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-890684515403240077</id><published>2008-11-26T04:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:01:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Birth Date Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SS1G3jpjzqI/AAAAAAAAADk/taWOcFfZHMw/s1600-h/cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SS1G3jpjzqI/AAAAAAAAADk/taWOcFfZHMw/s320/cake.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272948658997022370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: August 3  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are more than a big ball of energy - you are a big ball of hyper.&lt;br /&gt;You are always on the go, but you don't have a type a personality.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of channeling your energy into work, you instead go for fun and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Witty and verbal, you can have an interesting conversation with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your larger than life imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You tend to be pretty scattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Lightening bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-890684515403240077?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/890684515403240077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=890684515403240077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/890684515403240077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/890684515403240077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-does-your-birth-date-mean.html' title='What Does Your Birth Date Mean?'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SS1G3jpjzqI/AAAAAAAAADk/taWOcFfZHMw/s72-c/cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-8483130373517723100</id><published>2008-10-23T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:02:35.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Quote of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SQFIOMgLpnI/AAAAAAAAACs/O0CqzBKj_fk/s1600-h/yellowrose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SQFIOMgLpnI/AAAAAAAAACs/O0CqzBKj_fk/s320/yellowrose.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260565248457025138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote for the day I received from "Positive Quote of the Day." And it just simply hit me. Suddenly, I missed my friends--my longtime friends. They are the ones I've been with way back in high school and college. We are seven in the group, obviously seven different personalities. Some are shy, timid, funny, snob, but we jived along well. I am basically the shy one, though Yan, Mitch, and Edel, too. Gie is the "nanny-type", Ces the snobbish-type, and Mel the group's clown. Our group is a mix of a little of little of everything. They are the ones I've been with when I first fell in and out of love, when I had my first heartbreak, until I finally met and married the one. After college we went through our seperate lives, but once in a blue moon we get together, mostly on special occasions, like my daughter's christening and her first birthday, weddings, or simply getting out. Sad to say, I missed a few of those get-outs. &lt;em&gt;sob, sob&lt;/em&gt;. We have recently get in touch. A lot has been changed--our looks, our status, yet there are pieces of me that have remained the same. Yes, we have changed, we have grown up! Meeting them after several years, the feeling is the same. We talk the same, we laugh the same, except that there are some additions now--the hubbies and the kiddies. Good thing our husbands are friends too, all have no vices other than we and the kids &lt;em&gt;(hurray!)&lt;/em&gt;. The latest addition is Kuku and Ces who are now parents-to-be to a baby boy in two months' time. Really, we have grown up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that life is a journey, from "womb to tomb" as they put it. We meet new friends along life's journey. We can have many friends but only a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few closest ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. At this point in my life, I have a lot of catchings to do to fill the space of renewing the friendship, reknowing my old-time friends, my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREMM3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I loved you for the past 19 years and even more so after 19 years! It’s great to have a friendship that stands the test of time!! And yes, we have gotten better with age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-8483130373517723100?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/8483130373517723100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=8483130373517723100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8483130373517723100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8483130373517723100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/10/friend-hears-song-in-my-heart-and-sings.html' title='A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SQFIOMgLpnI/AAAAAAAAACs/O0CqzBKj_fk/s72-c/yellowrose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-4775840143247935651</id><published>2008-10-21T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:04:54.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dear “Papang”</title><content type='html'>Our Dear “Papang”… Fly with Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lost him on New Year’s eve... just a few minutes before the clock strikes January 2006. It shocked me, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will live in all of us.  He shared his heart, his laughters, and I know we all loved him because he’s such a nice man.  He will live on in all the people's lives he touched. And in all who knew him, and even those who only knew about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a special man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you our "Papang"… We will miss you dearly but you will always be in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one’s for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is your needs answered.&lt;br /&gt;He is your field which you sow with love&lt;br /&gt;and reap with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;And he is your board and your fireside.&lt;br /&gt;For you come to him with your hunger,&lt;br /&gt;and you seek him for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friend speaks his mind you&lt;br /&gt;fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor&lt;br /&gt;do you withhold the "ay."&lt;br /&gt;And when he is silent your heart ceases&lt;br /&gt;not to listen to his heart;&lt;br /&gt;For without words, in friendship, all&lt;br /&gt;thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born&lt;br /&gt;and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;When you part from your friend, you&lt;br /&gt;grieve not;&lt;br /&gt;For that which you love most in him may&lt;br /&gt;be clearer in his absence, as the mountain&lt;br /&gt;to the climber is clearer from the plain.&lt;br /&gt;And let there be no purpose in friend-&lt;br /&gt;ship save the deepening of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;For love that seeks aught but the dis-&lt;br /&gt;closure of it s own mystery&lt;br /&gt;is not love but a net cast forth:&lt;br /&gt;and only the unprofitable&lt;br /&gt;is caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let your best be for your friend.&lt;br /&gt;If he must know the ebb of your tide,&lt;br /&gt;let him know its flood also.&lt;br /&gt;For what is your friend that you should&lt;br /&gt;seek him with hours to kill?&lt;br /&gt;Seek him always with hours to live.&lt;br /&gt;For it is his to fill your need, but not&lt;br /&gt;your emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;And in the sweetness of friendship let&lt;br /&gt;there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;For in the dew of little things the heart&lt;br /&gt;finds its morning and is refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramil may you sing with the angels… you will have very special angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-4775840143247935651?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/4775840143247935651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=4775840143247935651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4775840143247935651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/4775840143247935651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-dear-papang.html' title='Our Dear “Papang”'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-5625207510185628780</id><published>2008-10-18T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:44:40.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Frontier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coron Palawan'/><title type='text'>The Last Frontier</title><content type='html'>Photos are repost from someone's blog site. (credit to him) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a native of Palawan--Coron to be exact. Unfortunately, I still haven't gone to Palawan because time won't permit me. Three years ago, we were planning to take a short vacation--my first time--but my mom-in-law won't allow me because at that time I'm having a BUMP. :) I was so sad then. sob, sob, sob. And now, still, time won't permit me because of my job's demand. But hopefully this coming summer, which is just a few months away, we will be able to, especially now that our baby is 5 years old. I'm sure she will have a wonderful time there. She loves the water. It's a good thing my in-laws are there so accomodation would not be a problem for us. Perhaps Uncle Kang or tatay will take us island hopping. I'm very excited! I think I gotta invest with a good camera. (teehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nFfsgZI/AAAAAAAAACE/01wF6Y5J2I8/s1600-h/palawan1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258655824375218578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nFfsgZI/AAAAAAAAACE/01wF6Y5J2I8/s320/palawan1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Palawan will be the next Boracay. But my hubby disagree--Palawan is way better than Boracay for him. (love your own ba.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nCflaII/AAAAAAAAACM/x-nFiFiNzxk/s1600-h/palawan2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258655823569447042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nCflaII/AAAAAAAAACM/x-nFiFiNzxk/s320/palawan2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great place to get away from my fast-phase life in Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nko39XI/AAAAAAAAACU/Qq9TvlR6UIU/s1600-h/palawan3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258655832735217010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nko39XI/AAAAAAAAACU/Qq9TvlR6UIU/s320/palawan3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a clear water like this, I won't mind getting a sunburn. Can't wait to take pictures of Tea frolicking under the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-5625207510185628780?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/5625207510185628780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=5625207510185628780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5625207510185628780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5625207510185628780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-frontier.html' title='The Last Frontier'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPp_nFfsgZI/AAAAAAAAACE/01wF6Y5J2I8/s72-c/palawan1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-6756178789446191292</id><published>2008-10-18T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:20:00.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am basically like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                      Socially Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As a socially smart person, you are best with others in real-life situations. This   type of intelligence is closely linked to being 'street smart.' Theories and suchare not much concern: the things that matter tend to be those which you can  see, feel, touch - what you can really experience. This knowledge comes to you    both out of a natural knowledge, as well as learning from the situations you find yourself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% applied intelligence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40% learned intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=53"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-6756178789446191292?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/6756178789446191292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=6756178789446191292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6756178789446191292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6756178789446191292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-basically-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-2974396903670175468</id><published>2008-10-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:09:21.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal Cove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boracay'/><title type='text'>Boracay Vacation--May 2008</title><content type='html'>This writing is kind of late, but still I want to write something about our Boracay vacation last May, along with my friends--Frank, Jo, Ichu, Eunice &amp; Mimi. We have planned that for so long and when the set date finally came, there's a typhoon, a strong typhoon. All's set and we got frustrated. Since we are planning to travel Batagas-Mindoro-Caticlan route, my friend Frank contacted her parents in Mindoro to ask if sea vessels are allowed to travel. Unfortunately, they're not, and there were almost 300+ passengers stranded in Roxas Mindoro awaiting coast guard's signal to travel. We got desperate. How could this be? This has been long planned. We're thinking to forget Boracay and go to Sagada instead, yet the typhoon is heading north so it's impossible to travel upnorth or we will encounter landslides along the way. Still we didn't lose hope. For the last time Frank called to Mindoro and good news the travel has resumed. So after our work at around 2 pm, we packed our bags, rode a taxi and a van bound to Batangas pier. We are trying to make it to the last fast track trip to Mindoro but it was past 7 pm when we arrived at Batangas pier so we're late for that. We decided to board the ship which is about 2 to 3-hour trip to Mindoro because the sea at that time was a bit unruly. I admit, this was the first time for me to board a ship and I was terribly afraid. When I saw the waves banging the sea wall and the vessels, OMG, I felt I would die. But I tried to be composed, and Frank assured me everything would be fine. Once inside, I was relieved. We chose to occupy the class-type part of the ship, a lot of sofas, where we could not feel the movement of the ship. The travel was so slow. We took some time spending the night outside watching the sea even if it's dark. We can't see the moon because of the weather. All we could sea were the splash of waves against the ship and a few flickering lights from one or two nearby islands we passsed by. I said a prayer to myself, " God I don't know how to swim, please make our travel safe. Please let us come back home safe." Somehow I felt fine. When we went back inside, we're dead tired and everyone fell asleep, with me waking up from time to time. At 11:30 pm we reached Mindoro and from there we rode a van to Roxas. It was a 4-hour travel--the road is winding so I can't sleep at all. I can't see anything outside--it's pitch black. Finally we arrived at Frank's place. We just refreshened ourselves a bit, stretches our bodies then headed to the pier for another (at least) 2-hour travel bound to Caticlan. Our travel was fine. I was able to sleep. Frank awakened me saying, "We're here Crissy! Look at Boracay!" When I opened my eyes, it's still a bit far but I could sea the beach. It's sooo clear!! I said my thank you prayer and got myself ready for a 3-day-2-night stay that would leave me a happy memory of Boracay. Sure, I would love to come back here some other time, and hopefully it would leave me a sun tan, but minus the typhoon. ~wink~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQA26ijDjI/AAAAAAAAABc/uzgXUat3dd8/s1600-h/bira2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQA26ijDjI/AAAAAAAAABc/uzgXUat3dd8/s320/bira2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256827608475307570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day in Boracay--after taking a quick breakfast we headed for the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stay in Boracay was worth braving the typhoon. I knew the Lord took us under His wings as we travel the stormy sea. Indeed, if we put our trust in Him with all our hearts, without any doubts, He will deliver us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQB3peVGAI/AAAAAAAAABk/7AxV6M83yxw/s1600-h/bora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQB3peVGAI/AAAAAAAAABk/7AxV6M83yxw/s320/bora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256828720585709570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring inside a cave in Crystal Cove during our island hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQCPkh_GbI/AAAAAAAAABs/VaviL7Rvx8Y/s1600-h/bora3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQCPkh_GbI/AAAAAAAAABs/VaviL7Rvx8Y/s320/bora3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256829131575728562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken before we crawl the caves of Crystal Cove. Yes, you've read it right--we crawled until we get our knees and back hurt. (Ouch! That left me a scar on my left knee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-2974396903670175468?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/2974396903670175468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=2974396903670175468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/2974396903670175468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/2974396903670175468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/10/boracay-vacation-may-2008.html' title='Boracay Vacation--May 2008'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/SPQA26ijDjI/AAAAAAAAABc/uzgXUat3dd8/s72-c/bira2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-8028092076883400478</id><published>2008-09-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:20:39.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch it...</title><content type='html'>I want to spend some time catching up with all the things I wanted to put into my blog over the past days, but have not had the time or energy to complete. I usually come home late and have to get up early the following morning. I’m just feeling like there is not enough or much time for things. Hmmm, maybe I will endeavor to catch up on my day off Monday. In the meantime, let me do my work first. Hehehe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-8028092076883400478?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/8028092076883400478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=8028092076883400478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8028092076883400478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/8028092076883400478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-it.html' title='Catch it...'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-6832477079060256590</id><published>2008-09-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:27:44.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to rainy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It's rainy here today... tropical storm Pablo made its landfall I think yesterday. It's raining so hard that I arrived in the office at 10:00 am. Two-hour late for my usual 8:00 am work sched. Anyways, thank you for my shift leader with a big heart--I was excused. Hmmmm... it's hard to travel coming from the north especially at this time of season. During this time I miss the warmth and sun. But it's fun strolling in the rain. Let it rain. Cold rain. Let the rain kiss you. And when it is over, the sun will be smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I look at things after the rough moments. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-6832477079060256590?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/6832477079060256590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=6832477079060256590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6832477079060256590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/6832477079060256590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/09/listen-to-rainy-wednesday.html' title='Listen to rainy Wednesday'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-7467365885499198929</id><published>2008-09-29T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:18:28.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;" width="380"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/tombstone-crissy de leon-20.jpg" width="254" height="401"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far above the ground... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is dark, gloomy and wet still. Traces of mud from the past flood a few days ago. Tea didn't want to take her bike oudside the mud. She seemed a little less inactive today... maybe she just woke up from her nap. Anyway she still managed to rode her bike while I was slowly walking beside her. We saw a flock of small birds or Maya spending a great time under a big mango tree. Cows are lying lazily undeneath while the baby cows running around. I heard Tea laugh with the sight of it. Our place is a small subdivision. It's a good thing there still ricefield left so we still can enjoy fresh air, cold mornings, dews and fog especially Christmas is coming. On a day like this it's fun taking a walk around... that's why i hate it when it rains. Tea can't ride her bike, we can't stroll, we can't make "tambay" to lola's mini-store. But on a day like this i love waking up with the smell of nanay's scrambled eggs, her champorado, her coffee--nothing beats that for me. It's nice spending morning chills around the table with your loved ones--eating, talking, hearing Tea's kindergarten-point-of-view. On a day like this--nothing compares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-7467365885499198929?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/7467365885499198929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=7467365885499198929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/7467365885499198929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/7467365885499198929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-feel-rundown.html' title='when i feel...'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-5679009559161402483</id><published>2008-07-24T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:56:31.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Maricris Means &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-5679009559161402483?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/5679009559161402483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=5679009559161402483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5679009559161402483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/5679009559161402483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-maricris-means-you-are-confident.html' title=''/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464407.post-115015399697541496</id><published>2006-06-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:19:52.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy&apos;s little girl'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3100/3140/1600/tea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3100/3140/320/tea2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I loved mothering you, you're my first born,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I found myself delving into the mystery of our likeness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I saw my face in your face when I was your age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I rejoiced in your birth, the first time you looked at me minutes after you saw the first light;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In the early months of your life, as I rocked and nursed you in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I watched the moon rise above a towering tree through the window in our room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I thought about the moves you're about to make out of my protecting arms and into a large world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I silently wove my wishes for you to make this passage in life securely and to embark on your adventure with zest and confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You rejuvenate my spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You relieve my burdens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You made me love more than ever thought possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You made me angry, but that does not made me love you less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You remind me that I have a purpose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You made me want to be a better mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A few days from now you will be three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I cannot believe how fast time can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I love you, Tea. Having you is far greater than all the world's riches thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VCaQPrOVDn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff9900&amp;primaryColor=663300&amp;secondaryColor=996600&amp;linkColor=cc6600"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VCaQPrOVDn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=ff9900&amp;primaryColor=663300&amp;secondaryColor=996600&amp;linkColor=cc6600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/basti815/music/V2lQb73e/michael_bolton_daddys_little_girl/"&gt;Daddys Little Girl - Michael Bolton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,&lt;br /&gt;You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.&lt;br /&gt;A precious gem is what you are,&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope, a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the brightest of the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Morning's first light&lt;br /&gt;You warm my day, you brighten my night&lt;br /&gt;You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,&lt;br /&gt;And you're daddy's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,&lt;br /&gt;You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.&lt;br /&gt;A precious gem is what you are,&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope, a shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the brightest of the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Morning's first light&lt;br /&gt;You warm my day, you brighten my night&lt;br /&gt;You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,&lt;br /&gt;And you're daddy's little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464407-115015399697541496?l=justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/feeds/115015399697541496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464407&amp;postID=115015399697541496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/115015399697541496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464407/posts/default/115015399697541496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justaboutsomethinginme.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-baby-i-loved-mothering-you-youre-my.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>CRISSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240539646352865158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCVeFRmHXHI/TDRjHmgTbsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GMJSmKgR1Pc/S220/tey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
