<?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-7875519</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:26:42.218+08:00</updated><category term='Family Adventure'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='Mother Earth'/><category term='Traditions'/><category term='Life as I make it'/><category term='Valentine'/><category term='Family'/><category term='fruits'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Biz'/><category term='Bebi A'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Chinese'/><category term='Daughters'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Growing Up'/><category term='Cross-Post'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Hobby'/><category term='Quirks'/><category term='My side of the family'/><category term='Home schooling'/><category term='Blog Logs'/><category term='Singapore Spice'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Outside of My Nook'/><category term='Lazy Bones'/><category term='Dawter T'/><category term='Greetings'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='File Under Journey'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Genesis'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Pre'/><category term='My Faith'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Pinas'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Housekeeping'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Mind of a fickle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>485</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6096083458817439048</id><published>2011-07-22T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:25:45.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost 2 months have passed...  Busy is an overused word but I was.  Went overseas for conference, went Down Under for our first entry and left our dear Pre, and 3 out of 4 birthdays have passed...  Whew...  To top that, most of my weekends are spent upgrading servers and firefighting with another team for things that have been missed out.  Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is...  It's almost over and I have my VERY BIG BUCKET ready for blessings...  The upgrades will be over soon and there will be some semblance to normalcy at work.  And we're believing for that huge blessing soon.  The problem was we are hoping yet we're not believing that it will happen.  The Lord has spoken.  It's time to believe.  I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6096083458817439048?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6096083458817439048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6096083458817439048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6096083458817439048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6096083458817439048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6050540744630832473</id><published>2011-05-05T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:46:49.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Dalagita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past few months, we've been noticing changes in Dawter T. And, yes, I am referring to the changes that a girl undergoes. She was embarrased when I told her that she might need training b's soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's doing well with her extra curriculars at school. Her form teacher recommended her as prefect and she went for an interview 2-3 weeks ago. She felt bad after and she told me her answers :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : I don't think they'll pick me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : Because of my answer to one question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : It's just one question, for sure they will take into consideration your other answers. (she still look unconvinced and I can see that she really wanted to be one) What's the question and what's your answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : The question was there was one girl (all girls ang school niya) who threw up on school grounds. What will you do? My answer was I will call the cleaner and bring the girl to the general office. But, the interviewer asked me what if the auntie is not around? So I answered, I will cover it with newspaper or paper. But, she asked me what if there's no newspaper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : Don't laugh ok. I said I will cover it with my hanky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I laughed. Bad Mommy! Very Bad Mommy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Hmmm, ate, that might not be a good answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : I know! That's why I told you I won't get in. My friend's answer was better, I should have answered that. She said, she will put a chair near it so that nobody will accidentally step on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Yes, that's a good answer. But, ate, being a prefect doesn't define you (mommy moment). And you still have other things in school, you are math and PE monitress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : Yeah but that's not a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grrrr... Mukhang gusto talaga maging prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Well, it's done and over. You just wait and see. I told you that nothing is impossible if you pray. If you want something and God thinks it's good for you, He will give it to you. (mommy moment again) So don't be sad anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a few weeks. I came home and Dawter T asked me to close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : Just close your eyes. (after a moment) Now, open your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She showed me a pin --- "Trainee Prefect" pin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Wow, ate! Congratulations! Ang galing mo naman! (anak ko yan and this is my blog hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T : My friend has 3 pins - class monitor, Most courteous and Trainee Prefect. I only have 2 - Most courteous and Trainee Prefect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : I will give you another one. The girl who has no satisfaction! What did I tell you? Don't compare yourself with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe... Ang kulit, super competitive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, she was so happy and she wears it proudly on her uniform. We asked her not to bully anyone but be nice to the other girls. Not to be boastful and be humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6050540744630832473?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6050540744630832473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6050540744630832473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6050540744630832473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6050540744630832473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/05/dalagita.html' title='Dalagita'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-500903999169090507</id><published>2011-05-05T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:28:41.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Bebi A Is No Longer A Bebi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During my younger years, I associated my grandparents' travel to the US to gifts and more gifts they will bring home to me. It's so funny that it's also Bebi A's perception. When I told her that I will be going again, she was momentarily sad but exclaimed, "Wow, you will have lots of gifts for me when you come back!" What a spoiled rotten kid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, last night, she told me she wants a KEN (and another Barbie!). She said she have lots of Barbie's but no Ken. She wants them to kiss and marry! OMG! Huhuhu... I was surprised and a bit worried, like I want to stop the time! Or, tell her that Ken is not for sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A seemed more kikay to me than her ate. She's very vocal with her crushes. The flame at the moment is Bruno Mars. She knows his songs and argues with her ate about the lyrics. Young love. Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her previous crush was a classmate but she was turned off when she found out that this boy doesn't take a bath in the morning. Hahaha... At least naman, di malalahian ng mabaho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-500903999169090507?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/500903999169090507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=500903999169090507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/500903999169090507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/500903999169090507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/05/bebi-is-no-longer-bebi.html' title='Bebi A Is No Longer A Bebi'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4581658709752758183</id><published>2011-04-29T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:15:28.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Claim And Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately, I've been in a black mood. You can even read about it from my previous posts. Since April came in, it seemed like I am strugging to keep it together, at home, at work and even at "play".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It could be because of my long list of TO DOs... Which instead of getting shorter, it just seemed getting longer and longer. The "kiasu" in me wants to have to the list trimmed down so that I can breathe. And, it's not happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway... I finally acknowledged to myself that I cannot do it --- ALONE. I uttered a simple prayer while I was in bus travelling to work. "Lord, turn my life around, even a tiny bit".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, I called Ate A and asked her to prepare. We're going to OZ embassy to get her visa. I was thinking that I haven't prayed enough, haven't asked the Lord enough for one wish to be granted. *insert smile here hehehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While at work, I printed all the necessary documents and asked for time-off. Rushed to OZ embassy, there were a few people... I commented to Ate A that at the US embassy, there are more people applying for visa. Anyway, we finished the form by 1130AM and queued. They called our number by around 1145 and we found ourselves in front of the immigration officer. The officer was very nice, when he asked how long Ate A has been with us, I had this feeling that everything will turn out fine. And it was, at around 1205, Ate A had her visa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oki, though we were very happy about the visa... We became worried at the minutes passed by. Bebi A will be coming in at 1230 and we don't think we'll be able to meet her. The bus uncle and aunty were not picking up the phone, our Pinoy neighbor was not around... We were really panicking!!! As soon as we saw our block, we rushed to our flat and saw Bebi A standing outside. All ALONE!!! My heart was beating fast! But she just smiled at me and greeted me with a sweet smile. She said she was fine but she was a bit sheepish when she told me "I had to pee, Mommy! I couldn't hold it. I peed near the trash chute!" Hahahaha... Anyway, we poured water over it but commended Bebi A for her presence of mind. I am just happy she's safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Lord for yesterday... It did turn my day around... And, it also shortened my list by one... *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am off to work-packed weekend but I know that everything will turn out GOOD because GOD has already blessed me. I claim it and I believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4581658709752758183?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4581658709752758183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4581658709752758183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4581658709752758183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4581658709752758183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/04/claim-and-believe.html' title='Claim And Believe'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6477824200345691458</id><published>2011-04-25T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:54:24.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>What's Ahead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am feeling more and more anxious as the day comes near. It's a month and a day till our initial entry. And, it's 7 days after when we leave Pre behind. It's definitely a big change! And we rest our cares with the Big Bro! It's just that Pre will miss a lot of happenings :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Bebi A's 6th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. His birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Dawter T's 9th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Dawter T's first communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Bebi A's graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a lot more. Sabi nga niya, "tiis tiis muna". I know it'll be harder for him, he's all alone there with just our friends for company. Friends with kids who will remind him of the girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times when I ask why we need to go through with this. But, the answer is always IT'S HIS PLAN. And, that's just what I should remember. We almost gave up on this yet He still gave us an affirmative answer with a very explicit sign. What more should I ask? Why question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll cross the bridge when we get there. (In our case, we'll cross an ocean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6477824200345691458?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6477824200345691458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6477824200345691458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6477824200345691458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6477824200345691458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-ahead.html' title='What&apos;s Ahead?'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-334110720403310966</id><published>2011-04-22T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:50:12.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to our usualy "Bisita Iglesia" (church visits).  I am bit nostalgic that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could be&lt;/span&gt; the last year that we're visiting these churches here in Singapore.  Moving on, we ended up at our parish --- St. Mary's.  It's nice that I could get Dawter T to read the prayers though she's like an old lady who constantly needs to sit down hahaha  As expected, it rained in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to write today.  I planned to scrapbook but couldn't find the right papers yet.  And, I am in a fix.  I don't feel good at the moment.  Hopefully, this will go away.  Life has been giving me a lot to think about --- about being a better wife, a good mother, loving daughter and sister, dependable friend, a responsible employee and all the other roles I play in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those roles has been bugging me so much lately and I feel that I am getting tired.  How I wish I can just start over and was different from the get-go.  Things will probably be different.  I guess I am mostly to blame...  This was something I've been pondering today being Good Friday...  Should I continue and just be more patient since things will be different soon?  Hmmm...  This is really putting a BIG block in my heart.  Everyday is a struggle to try to keep my eyes close, my mouth mum, my heart to love.  I know the key to all these --- Humility.  I have a lot to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed that the Lord is humble that He took that cross for us.  That his eyes are open looking at us.  His mouth full of loving words.  His heart with so much LOVE --- that He died on the cross for us to have salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-334110720403310966?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/334110720403310966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=334110720403310966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/334110720403310966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/334110720403310966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4862126617199621655</id><published>2011-03-29T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:44:57.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is this feeling that you can't explain as you prepare for change. It all feels surreal sometimes. But, in my mind, I am counting the days... Then, listing down things to do, things to buy, things to --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep thinking this is all a dream. But, it's happening soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember a reflection from Didache&lt;em&gt; "Has God given you a dream but fear has paralyzed you from pursuing it? Today is the first day to walk on water." - Jon Escoto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who wouldn't want to walk on water?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4862126617199621655?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4862126617199621655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4862126617199621655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4862126617199621655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4862126617199621655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-658565240914348240</id><published>2011-03-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:13:17.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blink Of An Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been reading news of 7.+ earthquakes that had occurred in Japan prior Friday and I felt a huge relief that I am not reading anything bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, last Friday was different.  I sat stunned in front of my computer.  I couldn't think of anything else.  I couldn't work.  I pinged one of the IT Admins in Japan and I'm glad that when he said that they are safe.  He said, "It was a huge earthquake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I searched for videos in CNN, Yahoo, BBC, etc.  and it broke my heart how things were destroyed in a blink of eye.  Water rushed from the ocean, fast and menacing.  I was so scared.  I wanted to go home to be with my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's pray for all the people in Japan.  They need our help and it's the least we can do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-658565240914348240?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/658565240914348240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=658565240914348240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/658565240914348240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/658565240914348240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/03/blink-of-eye.html' title='Blink Of An Eye'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4058533250955794789</id><published>2011-03-03T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:27:39.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Life Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxPpAmUSON4/TW9NvGO3HbI/AAAAAAAACBg/whCAcbTE4DU/s1600/229_SookieFrancisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579763934857469362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxPpAmUSON4/TW9NvGO3HbI/AAAAAAAACBg/whCAcbTE4DU/s320/229_SookieFrancisco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am juggling so many balls at work these past few months and been neglecting this blog. There were so many funny moments with the girls and some of them, to my despair, I have forgotten already. I hope that normal delivery will prove worthwhile later on as I try to remember those. I just have so many things on my mind so hopefully, it was just placed at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A asked me for a Nerf gun for her birthday. Mind you, her birthday is still a few months away. I was reminded of the time when I asked for Voltes V action figure from daddy which we bought at Cash &amp;amp; Carry. Yes, I can even remember the store very clearly... So, I won't withold this Bebi A. After all, she is too kikay... And, she probably got the gun thing from her lolo hahaha... Her new favorite song is Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars and she has been playing it again and again. She really loves to sing. Sana indi na sya bulol! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T has bagged the Most Courteous award again and been asked to be leader in a lot of things. It's a good exposure but in her class, being leader means carrying the test papers, putting the balls back to the store room, etc. Sabi nga, being a leader means to be a servant first. And, tomorrow, she will be interviewed by someone from Mediacorp. *Sana madiscover anak ko! Echos!* The addition of Science in the curriculum means added homework and I am struggling with this (YES, I really meant "I"). When she asked me questions, I don't know what to tell her. Hahaha... In my defense, I never liked Biology in High School (read as I didn't like my Biology teacher) thus I was not able to absorb anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is good. One day at a time.&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/7875519-4058533250955794789?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4058533250955794789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4058533250955794789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4058533250955794789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4058533250955794789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-good.html' title='Life Is Good'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxPpAmUSON4/TW9NvGO3HbI/AAAAAAAACBg/whCAcbTE4DU/s72-c/229_SookieFrancisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2266651860788278793</id><published>2011-02-22T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:48:06.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Change Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PMS is a cruel thing...  It makes a sane person feel down, unhappy, angry for no reason at all.  Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway...  this morning, I've decided to make a change...  Ok, don't laugh.  I just want to try different route on the way to the office.  I took another bus that my officemate recommended!  And, wow, it was indeed faster than my usual bus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people who knows me knows that I am afraid of change.  I feel like something will happen if I change "something" or "anything".  Yes, I'm weird.  (My husband will say I don't trust God enough or I don't pray enough.)  Anyway, this small change I did made me realize that change is good if I give it a try.  I feel God telling me to hush and just let things be.  There are so many changes that's happening in our lives, and will happen in the near future.  I should start planning and be brave.  Life is good if you allow it to shape you to what God wants you to be.  Don't fight God with all the Why's and How's. Change is good.  Allow it.  You might not see how good it is immediately, but later on, the purpose will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2266651860788278793?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2266651860788278793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2266651860788278793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2266651860788278793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2266651860788278793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/02/change-is-good.html' title='Change Is Good'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2839526587959636202</id><published>2011-01-19T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:57:48.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Very Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 months is a long time to be away from this blog. But, time flew after my US trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work piled up and our Philippine vacation was a few months away. Everything was rushed but managed to finish on time. Whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope to be able to blog more and to blog about the recent happenings in our life. Something big is happening in 2011 and it scares me so much. But, change is inevitable. And, I believe that God is leading us there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School had started for the girls. Dawter T is already in P3 while it's Bebi A's last year in Pre-School. They've grown so much over the past few months. I am very happy that Dawter T is doing good in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some antics by Bebi A. While in bed, she casually mentioned that when she grows up, she just wants to stay at home with her baby! Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T is becoming too serious and too shy. And, I wonder why. (Rhyme pa!) I hope she would come out of her shell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for those who keeps on visiting this blog even though there are no updates. I hope to be more consistent in the future. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY R!  May your soul continue to rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2839526587959636202?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2839526587959636202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2839526587959636202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2839526587959636202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2839526587959636202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2011/01/very-long-time.html' title='A Very Long Time'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1446494753356601418</id><published>2010-09-15T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:17:22.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='File Under Journey'/><title type='text'>Day 5 : Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people will jump at the chance to be here in my place.  I am the only one who feels so alone.  I should change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should always remember that this is a blessing from God.  Something I've asked from Him and I shouldn't shortchange Him.  I should make Him feel proud.   Note to self : Remember the parable of talents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lord will provide for transportation.  The Lord will provide for company.  The Lord will provide spending money.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1446494753356601418?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1446494753356601418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1446494753356601418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1446494753356601418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1446494753356601418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-5-jump.html' title='Day 5 : Jump'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8298429604549404826</id><published>2010-09-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:14:35.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='File Under Journey'/><title type='text'>Day 1 : Choose To Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so funny how the Lord knows what you're feeling and how He ALWAYS comes through for you. Yes, you've got problems but the moment you hear that He is by your side AT ALL TIMES, you smile... And though there's still heaviness in your heart, the Lord becomes your oasis, a fountain where you can draw your strength. So today I will look forward to 20 days of bliss, a wonderful time to know the Lord and the people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TJyyLMIw5EI/AAAAAAAAB1E/fHXXXgrUrD4/s1600/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520483148555674690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TJyyLMIw5EI/AAAAAAAAB1E/fHXXXgrUrD4/s320/IMG_7999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8298429604549404826?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8298429604549404826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8298429604549404826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8298429604549404826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8298429604549404826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-1-choose-to-be-happy.html' title='Day 1 : Choose To Be Happy'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TJyyLMIw5EI/AAAAAAAAB1E/fHXXXgrUrD4/s72-c/IMG_7999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-550514986721143357</id><published>2010-09-01T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:05:56.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly 10 days to go til I fly to Austin. I am feeling a myriad of emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excitement. Because I get to go back to the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervousness. Because I don't know what's in store for me at the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shyness. With my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homesickness. I will surely miss my husband and my 2 girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worry. I just can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a blessing. To be able to go back. I pray that everything will be alright. Like what Cousin B tells me. JUST LET IT BE. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-550514986721143357?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/550514986721143357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=550514986721143357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/550514986721143357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/550514986721143357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/09/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4114209331069750510</id><published>2010-08-22T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:00:11.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Dear Dawter T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You turned 8 years old today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always felt that time flew by.  That after all these years, I still didn't get to spend that much time with you.  Hehe.  I love you.  I know you know that.  I love your little quirks, how we always find you with paper and pencil, drawing and writing.  I tickles me that you love to write.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love that you're trying to love Bebi A the best way you can.  Though you sometimes fight.  We love it when we see you two playing with each other, talking shop (hehehe) and just comfortably sitting beside each in fron of the tv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love that you have a mind of your own at 8.  You know what you want.  But, I felt that I held you back in making decisions by making them for you.  So from now on, I won't decide for you, you'll decide on your own but rest assured that I am still here --- your ever present stage mom, guiding you and supporting you.  Just like what daddy told you, it's time to be independent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you with all my heart, my sweetheart.  I am always here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4114209331069750510?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4114209331069750510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4114209331069750510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4114209331069750510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4114209331069750510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-dawter-t.html' title='Dear Dawter T'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1673457888709285196</id><published>2010-07-16T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:16:49.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Hey July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog seems to get updated monthly.  Haha.  Funny...  July is almost always the busiest month for the family.  With three birthdays at home *hint* and birthdays of family memebers around the globe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just dropping by to say HI.  It's been raining and I am lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1673457888709285196?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1673457888709285196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1673457888709285196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1673457888709285196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1673457888709285196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-july.html' title='Hey July!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7836795932237664134</id><published>2010-06-22T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:17:52.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Hey June!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am totally mixing it up with the song and it'll probably stay on my mind the whole day.  But, I wanted a catchy title so bear with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's mid month and a lot of things needs to be ready by early July (*hint hint*) I already bought some of the goodies...  But, wait...  Why is it that June becomes a preparation for July and August?  June should be special in itself, right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had two best weekends yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;June 13th with Ninang C...&lt;/u&gt;  We spent it at Sentosa (Universal Studios and Siloso beach) after a hearty lunch at Sakae Sushi.  The girlsssssssssss loved sushi.  And, I was amazed and wanted to cry with sheer joy.  (That's a mom of picky eaters!)  Maybe it's because of this cartoon they watched all the time --- Sushi Pack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took pictures outside US hehehe coz the tickets were sold out for the day.  We ate popcorn, of course --- cheese and caramel, yum!  We heard that there's a $2 entrance ticket at 7pm so I inquired and yep, there was!  But, had to wait until it's 630pm to buy.  Well, since we're there...  We waited then we went to Siloso Beach which was a real treat to the girls.  They played near the shore (huh!) while we, adults indulged to some R&amp;amp;R at Bikini Bar.  Mixed emotions because in a week's time, Ninang C will be going home...  Well, I have a feeling that it'll push through.  We went back to US and the girls were disappointed that most of the sites were closed.  As Bebi put it, "we didn't go anywhere!!!"  Uh...  We capped the night with Purefood Sisig at home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;June 20th Father's Day...  After church, we have no idea where to go.  We, the good parents that we are, threatened the two girls that we'll go home if they don't choose.  Bebi A chirped in that she wanted to eat at Sakae Sushi again.  So, off we trekked to Orchard Road.  We saw the aftermath of the flash flood hehehe Wendy's was closed (sayang!) so we just ate at Sakae again, much to the delight of my girls.  Then, we went to Lido to catch a movie.  We were lucky that Toy Story 3 3d still have some seats left for the 430 showing...  It was a good movie!  I cried!  Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the movie, we went to Toys R Us to use the voucher they sent us.  I asked the girls to choose a toy worth $5.  In the end, we had to pay more because we didn't ask how much Dawter T's purchase.  I should have known it's worth more because of the packaging.  Oh well...  They were happy with their new toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew...  Tiring but very happy moments shared with loved-ones.  Wish all weekends were like these two.  Carefree, fun, relaxed, fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7836795932237664134?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7836795932237664134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7836795932237664134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7836795932237664134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7836795932237664134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-june.html' title='Hey June!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2708541804476938474</id><published>2010-06-10T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:02:33.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><title type='text'>Suddenly</title><content type='html'>God changed things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2708541804476938474?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2708541804476938474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2708541804476938474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2708541804476938474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2708541804476938474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/06/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-3704242384429207024</id><published>2010-05-26T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:46:44.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was only last night that the girls get to try peaches (the canned ones). I always forget to get one from the grocery. I don't dare to get the fresh ones, yeah I am bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi A managed to get 3 bites. And Dawter T finished one fourth hahaha. Oh my! Tonight is Papaya! I have a feeling that the reception won't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what's with fruits and my daughters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-3704242384429207024?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/3704242384429207024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=3704242384429207024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3704242384429207024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3704242384429207024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/05/peaches.html' title='Peaches'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1394138266244598776</id><published>2010-05-19T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:08:27.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Cube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the size of mango that Bebi A tried to eat.  But couldn't.  She said it tasted eeky!  (Anu ba yan?  Ang kulit!)  Banana is not the only fruit in the world!  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T managed to eat more than one cube.  I am happy that she's trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's fruit is peaches.  Errr canned one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1394138266244598776?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1394138266244598776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1394138266244598776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1394138266244598776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1394138266244598776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/05/cube.html' title='Cube'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7818940947686095391</id><published>2010-05-18T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:51:05.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Fruit Of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember that an early age, I was already a "fruit" person.  I love most fruits.  I eat a lot of fruits.  Especially the seasonal ones like watermelon, melon, "siniguelas" which I usually can just eat during summer.  I am enticed to go to church during May with Mommy because after the mass, she will surely stop by the fruit stand and buy fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much to my changrin, my daughters can count the fruits that they want to eat in their tiny fingers.  Dawter T loves apples, oranges and grapes.  Aside from that, it'll take a few prodding to make her take a bite.  Bebi A is a lost cause hahaha she loves banana.  Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, while studying for Dawter T's Health exam, she showed me her activity food where she has no check on fruits and vegetables.  Thus I dared her.  NO DS if she doesn't eat FRUIT.  I think that's a very good incentive to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, last night, we asked Ninang C to pick the two fruits of the week.  Lucky girls.  It was mango and peach.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's wait when it's Kiwi week.  Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7818940947686095391?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7818940947686095391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7818940947686095391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7818940947686095391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7818940947686095391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruit-of-week.html' title='Fruit Of The Week'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5517394312362016777</id><published>2010-05-09T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:53:22.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S-bMIwIKOBI/AAAAAAAABl8/q9QiFf8Z67w/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S-bMIwIKOBI/AAAAAAAABl8/q9QiFf8Z67w/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469283248218191890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this day! :D Got to spend it with my sweets. Thank you for the paper roses which was inside a used Yakult (my eldest told me that the Yakult was to be used as pencil holder!). Two cards from my youngest, one in English, another one in Mandarin! Life is sooo good (despite the drama!) Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5517394312362016777?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5517394312362016777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5517394312362016777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5517394312362016777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5517394312362016777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S-bMIwIKOBI/AAAAAAAABl8/q9QiFf8Z67w/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5165480735488331320</id><published>2010-04-27T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:24:31.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past few days, that's the contant rant in my head.  To say that I am pissed is an understatement.  I am trying to understand but I think there's a limit to one's patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5165480735488331320?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5165480735488331320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5165480735488331320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5165480735488331320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5165480735488331320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-up.html' title='Give Up'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-194031960792766658</id><published>2010-04-22T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:49:04.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-Post'/><title type='text'>What We Were Up To</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S9A3lBELTKI/AAAAAAAABjc/bLBPcuk1Y7Y/s1600/ate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S9A3lBELTKI/AAAAAAAABjc/bLBPcuk1Y7Y/s320/ate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462927457081052322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawter T and her Fusion  Dance group went to UCC hall for Singapore Youth Festival Central  Judging.  I was amazed and so happy about it.  I never experienced such  when I was studying.  And then, there's the thing about me and dancing.   I have two left feet.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the group's official mommy  photographer.  I just had to volunteer so that I can watch Dawter T.   And hardwork paid off as we can bring other family members.  Ate A and  Bebi A was able to watch as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-194031960792766658?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/194031960792766658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=194031960792766658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/194031960792766658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/194031960792766658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-we-were-up-to.html' title='What We Were Up To'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S9A3lBELTKI/AAAAAAAABjc/bLBPcuk1Y7Y/s72-c/ate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7768622775911271923</id><published>2010-04-14T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:00:49.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><title type='text'>What Am I Afraid Of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so good today.  The fears I had yesterday and the day before were pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just trust in the Lord and He will provide you with peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was saying a small prayer last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Lord, give me peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, He did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7768622775911271923?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7768622775911271923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7768622775911271923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7768622775911271923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7768622775911271923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-am-i-afraid-of.html' title='What Am I Afraid Of?'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1121167833652345439</id><published>2010-04-13T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:32:35.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Labor Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was especially tiring for me.  I experienced this labor pain like pains and I was twisting in bed.  It was that painful.  Now, I am just tired.  It feels like I haven't slept at all.  What with the constant jostle with Bebi A's feet and I was feeling uncomfortable.  Para ako nadaganan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So later.  I will buy multi-vitamins as suggested by Tita A.  Ate A and I used to take one but I stopped coz I feel I am gaining weight (oh well! I gained weight even without).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's face it, I am not getting any younger.  It's about time to get really serious with my health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1121167833652345439?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1121167833652345439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1121167833652345439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1121167833652345439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1121167833652345439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/04/labor-pains.html' title='Labor Pains'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7169374848532595404</id><published>2010-04-08T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:05:51.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>Award in Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T never fails to surprise me with her accomplishments at school. In fact, the mere thought that she answer her homework/exercises correctly has already made me so proud (I can remember that at 2nd grade, I was pasaway, who doesn't listen, who doesn't do her homework and was in the lowest group in the Math groupings! Ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter not only answers her work correctly, she even understands them. Hahaha. Ok, don't laugh but that's important to me. I like to write but correct grammar was not something I had when I was in second grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, only Chinese had us stumped. She got good grades in Chinese last year but I didn't really mind it much since she didn't have a tutor. Now that she has one, I am so happy that her Chinese has improved a lot. By that, I mean she's one of the best in her class (ok, ok, I admit it's the lowest class in Chinese where all the non-Chinese are grouped, still, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, yesterday... She got an award --- in Chinese!!! Woohoo! Though we don't understand it a bit. It's enough that we know that it's an award for Chinese calligraphy.  They awarded it during the assembly.  My cheeky daughter told me that her friends were giving her a thumbs down sign.  Oh, peer pressure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S71jjHVdTVI/AAAAAAAABhc/dLIjOXr3G1c/s1600/ate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457627778358529362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S71jjHVdTVI/AAAAAAAABhc/dLIjOXr3G1c/s320/ate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody please translate? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7169374848532595404?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7169374848532595404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7169374848532595404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7169374848532595404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7169374848532595404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/04/award-in-chinese.html' title='Award in Chinese'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/S71jjHVdTVI/AAAAAAAABhc/dLIjOXr3G1c/s72-c/ate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2528232573661207457</id><published>2010-03-18T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:58:42.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Bones'/><title type='text'>Tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I join tweeter, this would be a standard tweet for me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to go home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad but true.  I just don't have the energy and drive to work these past few days.  Must be PMSing.   I am getting old.  Body aches here and there.  And, I want to sleep, scrap and not think about work.  Ha!  All I can think about is food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's worst this week is that my "inspiration" to wake up doesn't have school!  He!  So, it's really doubly hard.  Though as soon as I got out from the bathroom, I would wake them up by throwing pillows at them. Yeah.  Please don't go to child services hihihi my girls love pillow fights!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2528232573661207457?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2528232573661207457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2528232573661207457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2528232573661207457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2528232573661207457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/03/tweet.html' title='Tweet'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1294789314087734146</id><published>2010-03-17T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:41:57.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Errrr Bebi A thinks that she can read.  Armed with her book, she asked us if we want her to read her book --- aloud!  Indulge is what we'll do.  ("She is so bored...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until Pre told her off.  You're not reading, you just memorized it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kill joy!  She was so cute nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1294789314087734146?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1294789314087734146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1294789314087734146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1294789314087734146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1294789314087734146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/03/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4016347829223300285</id><published>2010-03-11T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:12:42.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Woman With Little Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so I came to work with heavy heart.  That's what I've been feeling since Saturday (I worked last Saturday though at home but it was one of the painful experiences I've had to date). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Wednesday, it was like Murphy's law all over again, nothing seemed to be going right.  The previous night I sent 2 emails to my colleague in Austin not to send the notification yet (an email will be sent to all employees with the implementation of my project) because my boss wanted me to modify the text.  So, I felt confident since I sent 2 right?  Not reading 1 will be forgivable but not reading 2 will be utter and complete horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I woke up on Wednesday, I quickly checked my phone for my email (darn that phone! no no no I love my phone!)  And there it was the email that was not supposed to be sent.  So imagine my pain, and I'm sure my boss will not be very happy.  That notification was sent back and forth for revision for 2 weeks!  Because he wanted something with nice graphics, something artistic (bleh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking back to the office after lunch, I prayed.  Nothing special.  I just said, "Lord, please help me."  And HE DID!  My boss was online and he talked to me and I told him what happened even before he asked.  And he said it was 99% ok.  Huh!  He must have had a good night sleep...  Thank you, Lord!  What's more is that he talked to me about a possible new role, well aside from my current one.  Yes, I am a workaholic.  I was soooo happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take God an hour to answer my prayer.  You Woman with little faith!  That's me!  I never learn that I cannot outdo the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4016347829223300285?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4016347829223300285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4016347829223300285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4016347829223300285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4016347829223300285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/03/woman-with-little-faith.html' title='Woman With Little Faith'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-953827305156926642</id><published>2010-02-26T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:50:57.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Cocky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eldest just became very cocky.  I pity her mom (that's me!) and dad.  Because now it's gonna be doubly hard to make her study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, she has Chinese tuition every Friday.  I overruled her dad and herself of course because I don't want to get heart palpitation every time there's an exam for her Chinese subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday night, I told her to tell her Chinese tutor that she has an exam next week.  She didn't inform her tutor.  Grrrrr.  And, we didn't study during the weekend.   What will I teach her????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Tuesday came, she got her result.  She got 20/20 and she had the gall to call me and be smug about it.  She even said "I didn't study yet I got a perfect score!"  OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was not the end of it.  I've been asking about her Math result because I was a bit nervous about it.  Again, we didn't study.  Haha.  Because she was so sleepy so the exercises I made for her just became scratch papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought (yes, I did think about this) that she was hiding the result from me for fear of my *cough* anger *cough*.  So, I asked the mom of one of her classmates and she told me that they have not gotten the results too.  Anyways, again, I received a call around 4pm from my dear daughter.  "Mom, I got 20/20 on my Math.  Do you remember that I just slept and didn't study?"  Huh!  Ang yabang talaga!  Gusto ko sana sabihin na "anak, term 1 pa lang, madali pa..."  But of course, ayoko naman sirain tuwa nya at parati na lang sya nasesermonan.  Yes, Kiasu mom!  and dad na rin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're just happy with her accomplishments.  I know that she's a bit (?) not happy with our nagging.  But, as I always tell her, I just want to cultivate good study habits to her.  I hope that when she grows older, she'd appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this mom is cocky as well about her daughter's accomplishments that she has to blog about it.  Huh!  Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-953827305156926642?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/953827305156926642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=953827305156926642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/953827305156926642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/953827305156926642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/02/cocky.html' title='Cocky'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7878809707668416579</id><published>2010-02-08T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:43:31.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>She Says The Darnest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's no longer a baby yet for us she still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday while we were eating lunch, I asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What's your daddy's name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She thought it.  As in then said, "Pre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha, if I could roll in laughter, I would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pre is my endearment to my husband and she must have thought that it's his name.  Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7878809707668416579?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7878809707668416579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7878809707668416579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7878809707668416579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7878809707668416579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-says-darnest-things.html' title='She Says The Darnest Things'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4280196234701921680</id><published>2010-01-06T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:55:41.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home schooling'/><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Monday was the start of 2010 school year. My troops managed to wake up early! (Isang himala!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was pretty uneventful.  I was supposed to check on Bebi A but her school didn't allow me to go in.  I think they are still wary of H1N1.  But, I did go to the office to pay the school fees.  Met her Form Teacher, I hope she's better than her Nursery adviser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for Dawter T,  she's Ms. Independent.   Enough said.  Just cute that I can ask her to buy things at the bookstore, etc.  She really has grown.  (Grabe naman sa bilis ng panahon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pray that the new school year will be good for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4280196234701921680?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4280196234701921680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4280196234701921680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4280196234701921680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4280196234701921680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8403585347965705603</id><published>2009-12-28T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:31:27.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre'/><title type='text'>8 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we celebrate our 8th year in marriage bliss and un-bliss.  About this time, we were in church surrounded by family and friends.  And, I was wondering how lucky I was to be at that place at that time with THIS guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though our married life has its share of ups and downs, and there were times when I wonder if my husband can still love me, all %&amp;amp;$* kilos of me hehehe he does the unexpected and shows that sweet side of him, lurking in the shadows of a gruff exterior and all my insecurities melt away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 8th, Pre!  Thank  you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8403585347965705603?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8403585347965705603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8403585347965705603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8403585347965705603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8403585347965705603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-years.html' title='8 Years'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6705833342190309437</id><published>2009-12-10T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:27:42.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you feel the air around you?  There's something magical about it.  When the smell of cinnamon makes you excited that Christmas is just a few days...  When you feel that you can wish, and it will be granted.  Christmas at its best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always tell myself not to get caught up with everything, the gifts, the parties.  The real meaning is within our hearts.  The real meaning is Jesus.  Let's always remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Sunday was spent at the mall.  We watched Winx Club hehehe I was very thankful that the whole family had dinner together.  It's very seldom that we do that but I love it when do.  Thank you to Pre and Tito R for being patient.  Waiting for 2 hours for a 20-30 minute performace was a chore but you did it for the two girls who were amazed and delighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the first weekend that I felt that I can really look forward to Monday.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6705833342190309437?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6705833342190309437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6705833342190309437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6705833342190309437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6705833342190309437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7401032354446029314</id><published>2009-11-12T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:34:18.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a wonderful childhood.  Though I didn't grow up in the same house with my siblings, our family always get together, we'd play and hang with my cousins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just telling Dawter T about Flores De Mayo where the girls in the family would offer flowers to Mother Mary.  We'd dress in white and wait for our queue that it's time to walk down the church aisle.  Afterwards, we'd head home and feast on some merienda.  Then, we'd play.  It was so much fun!   Sometimes the boys would come but most of time the little ladies would just play "bahay-bahayan", "titser-titseran", "taguan" or "patintero".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was the eldest in my generation so they were a bit wary of me.  I was the bossy "ate".  Even the boys would always try to get on my good side.  Mind you, my boy cousins were a rowdy bunch.  Add my brother to that and it would be mayhem!  Hahaha!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember the quiet afternoons at the grotto where we would try to catch tadpoles.  Or the times we would make green juice (mula sa dahon ng gumamela) and mud cakes (putik!) and use that as our pretend food.  I also remember forming secret societies and clubs.  How cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this because I miss them.  We're in different places in our lives now.  But, I want to pull back some of the time and peek in one Christmas where we're so happy to get our aguinaldos from the grannies and put it in our new wallets hahaha Or one outing where we stayed in the water until we're like prunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How I took those times for granted!  Wish there's a way to go back in time.  Hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7401032354446029314?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7401032354446029314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7401032354446029314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7401032354446029314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7401032354446029314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-271363758940057176</id><published>2009-11-09T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:58:17.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Month Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was my last blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny how time flies.  How you don't notice that life has passed you by.  That when you look back, you'd asked, where did the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I have the energy to do a lot of things.  But, I have become lazy.  I went into a rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be crazy once again.  So my word til the end of the year is Zeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started with HOPE.  I am pushing forward with ZEAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-271363758940057176?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/271363758940057176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=271363758940057176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/271363758940057176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/271363758940057176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-ago.html' title='A Month Ago'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4859257154750773533</id><published>2009-10-09T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:23:34.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We asked the girls' opinions of having another baby...  They are excited but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate : I want to carry the bebi!  (Ano yun?  Doll?  hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A : We will hold hands.  I will be the ate.  He will follow me everywhere!  (Ano yun?  Bodyguard? hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4859257154750773533?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4859257154750773533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4859257154750773533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4859257154750773533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4859257154750773533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/10/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-553098265448448004</id><published>2009-10-09T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:16:09.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how mundane, come to the Lord with all your heart.  Have faith and believe that your prayers are answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-553098265448448004?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/553098265448448004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=553098265448448004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/553098265448448004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/553098265448448004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-3877297655016113820</id><published>2009-09-24T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:29:06.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2 was reserved for Disneyland. While Ate A wanders around the city, my troops and I went to Disneyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it is a dream come true. I am uber sentimental so when I saw the entrace, my eyes became watery. I think no matter how many times you go to Disneyland or wherever it may be, Disneyland will always hold a magical place in one's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T wore her birthday badge and as soon as the staffs saw her, they greeted her a warm happy birthday. They also gave her stickers. (Fast forward, we now have stickers that would last the girls til secondary school... Of course, I am exag!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took photos near the entrace, the train station as background. Then, we hurried inside because I reminded Pre that characters might be coming out in the city hall area. True enough, Mickey and Minnie were already at the center of the "plaza". Pre lined up while I quickly went to the gift shop to buy the autograph book. Being a scrapbooker, I tend to be a hoarder of all things paper hahaha We waited for about 30 minutes and I can see Bebi A's patience wearing thin haha It was very hot and I know that my girls are still tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our turn came and we managed to have our picture taken and our book autographed by the two mouses. We also saw Goofy but by the time we finished with the mouses, he was already gone. He'll come out at 12PM though so we walked a bit. That's when we saw the beautiful Mulan. Yes, she is very pretty! I even asked if she was really Mulan hahaha Dawter T said she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we went back to Goofy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The High School Musical cast was at the castle. They were performing live. My girls' comment were, "they're not the real cast" ~~~ I can see that they are not so interested. Haha. Maokray tong mga anak ko! E halos mga Pinoy pa naman hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the show, we went past the castle and rode Cinderella's Merry Go Round. The girls were so excited! It's their first time to ride one. After that, we went to the 3D Mickey Mouse show. That was really great! We watched it twice (me thrice as I have watched it in Florida with Tita Aji's family) but I could have stayed there all day. Bebi A was a bit scared though but got a good laugh towards the end when Donald got stucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since we were following the schedule, there was another show "The Golden Mickeys". It was another good show but it was in Chinese (with English subtitles) hehe The songs were in English though. After that we went to the Small World show. There were lots of people, some of them even fought in the queues. Argghhh... Bebi A slept when we alighted from the boat. I bought some hotdog buns for us to eat. It was very, very hot outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We trekked to the shows one after the other.  We managed to catch the parade then off we went to see the Lion King show.  It was really nice.  Cousin I told me not to miss it.  Then, we went back to the benches near the hotdog bun stand.  We cooled off for a while, Pre and I were already debating if we're waiting for the fireworks display as my girls were showing signs of tiredness.  Hehehe.  That's when we saw Donald Duck, we couldn't have our picture taken anymore because Donald was on his way out but he did sign our autograph book.  After that, Bebi A asked me to take her to the ladies.  I put down the autograph book near Ate.  Asked her to take care of it.  When we got back, we decided to go try one of the rides.  We saw Pluto and told Pre that I will just have him sign our book.  Buttttttttttt, where's the book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We quickly went back to the benches, it was not there.  Asked people who were there.  They didn't see it.  So, in short, it was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were a bit disapppointed and tired.  So we just decided to come back the next day.  Oh well.  Life goes on, right?  Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-3877297655016113820?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/3877297655016113820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=3877297655016113820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3877297655016113820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3877297655016113820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1657855944494042235</id><published>2009-09-11T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:39:35.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We booked our tickets with Jetstar. I tried to make everything fit our budget. The girls were so excited and so were we. We were not able to eat breakfast... As usual, we were running late. So, Pre said we'll just buy something when we're on board the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When checked in with Jetstar, the lady at the counter said. "Maam, you're holding Philippine passport, make sure that you have $700USD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Huh, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's the policy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I've been there before and they have never asked me for show money." At that I was fuming so Pre drew cash and we exchanged it to Hongkong dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still. I was fuming. Kainis. Di man ako makabayan, ayoko talaga naapi tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, off we went to the gate. Picture-picture. Then, at last we boarded the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls were asking questions about the plane, commenting about it. Pre and I smiled to ourselves. They were cute. It's not their first time but they were too young to remember their first plane ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We ate breakfast then we slept throughout the flight. I was praying that the immigration officer won't ask any questions or ask about the show money because really!!! that would really pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in line with some lola's from Pinas. These lolas were the konya types hehehe Pre was asking me if I will be like that when I got old. I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we went straight to the hotel. And, boy, was I glad that we pursued that hotel. Though a bit pricey versus the ones I initially inquired on. It was worth it especially for the two girls. It was Disney all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's more? We managed to get a birthday pin for Dawter so I don't need to order a birthday cake just to have that. I told her about the birthday pins that I saw when I went to Disneyworld and the Kikay in her got very excited! Initially, when I inquired about it over the phone, they told me that they won't be able to give her one since her birthday has passed. God has his ways! We are truly blessed! These little things made the trip so memorable and swak in our budget hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After checking in, we rode the shuttle to go to Disneyland station, the train from Disneyland was really cute!!! The windows were shaped as Mickey ears and inside the train were some figurines of Disney characters. Galing! Dun pa lang e natuwa na kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Hongkong station to meet Ate A's ate. Then, we went to Jollibee. Yes, we went to Hong Kong to eat at Jollibee. The experience was not nice though. There were some Pinays who tried to bully us because we were saving seats, hayyy... And we were so hungry, so alam nyo na... Tempers flared and the food was not what we expected. Still, it was Jollibee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After breakfast cum lunch cum merienda, we waited for the mass at the nearby church. We were pretty sure we won't be able to attend mass the next day so tired as we were, we attended the anticipated mass. Ok! Pre was laughing at me because I was so sleepy. Apo talaga ni Andres because after the mass, we were energized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Times Square afterwards. Again, picture-picture then tried to find a Pizza Hut. The girls love pizza and we managed to find one. The taste was not the same, the girls were a bit disappointed. They asked why hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we went back to the hotel. We were very tired then. But we got very excited with all the Disney stuffs in the hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1 was over. Excited for Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1657855944494042235?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1657855944494042235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1657855944494042235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1657855944494042235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1657855944494042235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8554127263027454445</id><published>2009-09-04T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:18:29.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>The Night Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I have to prepare for the trip tomorrow but couldn't help but go to Her World's Project Makeover.  I was enticed by the "goodies bag" ~~~ yes, that's what was stated in the email.  Project Makeover was sponsored by Her World and Clinique and being a Clinique user, I was hoping to get freebies, lots of 'em!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway...  I met with my sister's friend L and talked to her about Singapore Citizenship and what she said made me consider it all the more.  I think that's for another post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I came home, the girls' bag were already packed.  Only left was my bag and Pre's.  So we prepared it and tried to make sure everything's there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We didn't give milk that night to Bebi A because we're bringing the bottles in Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I slept at around 1AM.  The girls slept after I told them that if they don't wake up, we will leave them behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8554127263027454445?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8554127263027454445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8554127263027454445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8554127263027454445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8554127263027454445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-before.html' title='The Night Before'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5056750495527278760</id><published>2009-09-04T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:34:03.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>I Am SOOO Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the girls and wished that we're there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the second time as a family, we're taking a vacation that's not in Philippines.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was my dream last year...  And, it's finally coming true...  Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5056750495527278760?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5056750495527278760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5056750495527278760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5056750495527278760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5056750495527278760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-sooo-excited.html' title='I Am SOOO Excited'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6006070155378693828</id><published>2009-09-02T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:37:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Piggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;issss so cheeky!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After gulping a 240ml &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "Bebi A, you're getting really big...  You will be a baby piggy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A :  "I am the baby piggy, you are the mommy piggy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6006070155378693828?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6006070155378693828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6006070155378693828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6006070155378693828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6006070155378693828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-little-piggy.html' title='This Little Piggy'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4313666895743959757</id><published>2009-08-22T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:53:00.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/So5cUoFB7EI/AAAAAAAABVg/4U7tYJWTwnc/s1600-h/thea-acopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372332914925235266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/So5cUoFB7EI/AAAAAAAABVg/4U7tYJWTwnc/s320/thea-acopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You were not planned.  In fact, we were surprised that we easily conceived you.  With God's grace, of course.  We were so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy had UTI and that's how we met the OB-GYNE.  Daddy and Mommy were very comfortable with her.  We loved seeing you in the ultrasound machine and looked forward to every visit.  Then, we felt you move, felt your hiccups.  I love how you're with me all the time.  I talk to you, we sing to you, read you stories, daddy even recited the multiplication table to you.  Talk about excited first time parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We asked Tita E to buy most of your things.  And, when it came here with your lolo and lola, I became more excited!  We washed your clothes, got the crib ready which was given by Ninong Mah and Ninang L on Mommy's birthday.  A lot of people helped us start up as a family.  We are very blessed.  L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ots of our relatives from the Philippines and the US planned their holidays here in Singapore to meet you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A week before you arrived, mommy had a bloody show so the next day, we went to the doctor.  The doc said that you're coming soon.  She said that if you don't come in the next few days, doctor will induced mommy on August 22.  Days came and went, nothing happened.  So, we went to the hospital on August 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't push you out on the first few tries.  You were a big baby.  The doctor had to use a Kiwi cup to help mommy.  And then, we heard you cry.  Daddy's and Mommy's life changed that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of people visited us in the hospital but sad to say, your pedia found that your jaundice level is too high and recommended that you stay at the hospital for  a few more days.  Mommy was so stubborn that she opted to stay too.  I couldn't bear to leave you.  But, after a few more days., your jaundice was still not on the normal level.  Daddy convinced mommy to go home because our hospital bills is piling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy pumped milk for you and daddy brought it to the hospital.  We were so sad but the day came when your pedia called and he told us we can take you home.  What a happy day that was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We just didn't expect that you'll keep us up at night hahaha But, still those time with you as a baby were precious times for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 years has passed.  Those memories are still vivid in my mind.  Your first tooth, first walk, first words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thea, we love you.  Always remember that.  You know that you can always tell us about your problems, your crushes even.  Hehehe.  Stay happy, my princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4313666895743959757?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4313666895743959757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4313666895743959757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4313666895743959757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4313666895743959757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/08/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/So5cUoFB7EI/AAAAAAAABVg/4U7tYJWTwnc/s72-c/thea-acopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4973504298763228978</id><published>2009-07-18T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:50:08.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were supposed to go to the Zoo on my birthday but Pre doesn't want to shortchange my birthday so he insisted on going the day before.  All of us went and to our surprise, all of us had fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Living near the Zoo, we dilly dallied.  We alighted at CCK while I argued that there's a free service at Kranji.  I was wrong so we had to take from Kranji to the Zoo.  Upon reaching, we went straight to KFC to eat.  Of course, my dear Bebi A had a blast.  KFC fried chicken is one of her favorite foods.  Dawter T had popcorn chicken and she didn't finish it.  She was too enthralled with the surroundings to keep still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were stuffed with chicken that we felt sleepy.  Being the lazy warts that we are, it took forever for us to get started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you to Pre's office, the adults' entrace were free.  We only had to pay for the girls.  When we went inside, we tried the Sea Lion show but it was already starting so we decided to trek on the way to the elephant show.  There were lots of changes from the last time we visited the zoo.  So it seemed like it's our first time there.  Despite the weather being more cloudy than sunny, it was very humid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The elephant show is more or less the same but the girls had fun feeding them.  I was hesitant at first but Pre insisted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to the Sea Lion show after that and it was fun!  That's quoting Bebi A!  It was, really!  I could also commend the host for making it very lively!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our next stop which I insisted because I promised the girls was the Rainforest KidzWorld.  Wow!  The place is really cool!  There were various activities for kids of all ages and the two girls wanted to dive in to the activity pool.  We let them.  We didn't even ask them to change to their swim suits.  Afterwards, they had a shower at the tentacles outdoor shower.  There was also to this cable swing thingie which I was so scared of and I almost made the two girls hurt themselves.  So, I asked them to relieve me of the duty of waiting for their cable swing.  Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, after a litany of promises to the girls that we'll be coming back.  We fin'lly headed back to the entrance.  We waited for the bus that will take us to CCK then later on took an lrt home.  We were tired but we were very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4973504298763228978?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4973504298763228978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4973504298763228978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4973504298763228978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4973504298763228978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/07/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8583382205719476538</id><published>2009-07-14T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:31:38.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me :  Bebi A, wake up!  Time to go to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A grunted but turned her back on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate A :  Bebi A, wake up!  Let's play Wii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A woke up then went to the dining room to eat her breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's another school day!  Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8583382205719476538?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8583382205719476538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8583382205719476538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8583382205719476538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8583382205719476538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4743998943764570505</id><published>2009-07-05T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:07:54.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SlFaYfZFPdI/AAAAAAAABSo/S77qRNuH7IE/s1600-h/05-07-09_1148_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160808710290898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SlFaYfZFPdI/AAAAAAAABSo/S77qRNuH7IE/s320/05-07-09_1148_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A is not high maintenance. In fact, she likes simple things. She's happy if she'll be given an 80c bubble juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday. She's now 4 years old. She decided not to have a party at school (and we couldn't have it as well because of H1N1) for reasons she didn't divulge to me. She just wanted a simple get together with her cousins and buddy, I. Her only request were loot bags and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We indulged her with that. This morning she woke with a living room full of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her party, she asked for milk and when Ate A gave her one. They had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate A : "I don't have gift for you, what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi A : "You can choose, scissors, toys or milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate A : "Well, here's your milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi A laughed, "Then, that's your gift to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. I want to smother her with kisses. I really wish and pray she'll stay that way. Innocent, funny and always have a smile on her face. Happy Birthday, Bebi! I wove you! &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/7875519-4743998943764570505?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4743998943764570505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4743998943764570505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4743998943764570505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4743998943764570505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/07/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SlFaYfZFPdI/AAAAAAAABSo/S77qRNuH7IE/s72-c/05-07-09_1148_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2734535965846195012</id><published>2009-07-01T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:45:37.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Kikay at 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find her boyish and it surprises me when she runs to her ninang to have her nails polished.She would watch Ninang when she blow dry her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She never comes to me for these things. Because I will never be able to feed her imaginationwith lipstick, powder and nail polish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, a few days before she turns 4. She asked for make up set and nail polish set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She didn't get this from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember when I was already working. I had a pedicure, my nails colored with vibrant red (if I remembercorrectly?). When I got home (after a 10 minute walk), I took out the acetone from the medicien cabinetand removed the color. My daddy amused and watched me as I did this then made a comment, "nag-init ba mga kuko mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, there goes my kakikayan. I was never a kikay. I was a tomboy growing up. As I have mentionedhere a lot of times, my hair gets a comb run twice a day (in the morning after bathing and in the eveningbefore going to bed). I don't wear make-up. I don't put on lotion. I only have watch, earrings and my ring. Otherjewelries --- hmmm, I am scared I would lose them that I just don't wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, definitely, she didn't get any kikay bone from me. Now, I am off to Toys R Us. That's all will she be able to get from me --- Kikay-wise.&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/7875519-2734535965846195012?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2734535965846195012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2734535965846195012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2734535965846195012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2734535965846195012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/07/kikay-at-4.html' title='Kikay at 4'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6315221447764561730</id><published>2009-07-01T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:31:05.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I Tried To Let IT Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But couldn't.  So I asked around.  Didn't get my answer until I saw Auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A brief background.  When I came to the office Monday morning, my things were packed in plastic bags.  It is as if they can bag the H1N1 virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my pet peeves is when people touch my things.   I am a bit of a messy person but in all that mess is my technical know how and my creativity!  (Nicely put nyehehehe)  So just imagine how pissed off I was to find it bagged, out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie cleaned it, bagged it, sanitized everything as per the instruction of the Ops Manager.  Grrr...  Then told me she used up all my 3-ply special tissue.  Another Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, ok... I am going to let it pass now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6315221447764561730?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6315221447764561730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6315221447764561730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6315221447764561730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6315221447764561730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-tried-to-let-it-pass.html' title='I Tried To Let IT Pass'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8808133210834360426</id><published>2009-06-28T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:14:34.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>H1N1 Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Thursday was an ordeal that I don't want to go through again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The growing numbers of H1N1 cases has made us very wary. Moreso for Ate A who just came back from the Philippines. She was really nervous that she might have contracted the virus while she was there. To add to the "games" playing on her mind, she had a cold. Wednesday night, Pre asked me to pass her the thermometer. He wants her to be at peace. She was really scared after watching TV Patrol that when I asked her if she wants to go for a check up, she said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, Thursday, I asked permission to work from home so that she can have her peace of mind with a checkup. Her temperature before she left the house was 36 something. So for me, it was just routine, I just want to give in to her wish. Well, also to make sure that the girls were safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a call from her that the doc wants to send her to the hospital. Huh?! Why? She said that when the doc took her temp, she had 37.6. Still, I argued with the doc that it's not fever. The doctor was adamant that they need to report it to MOH. So, Pre told me to just let them call the ambulance and take Ate A to the hospital. That was at 10AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pre was sent home after he told his boss and HR that Ate A was suspected to have H1N1. I told my colleagues as well. Just to be on the safe side. And, everything ballooned into a big drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate A was picked up at 130PM, imagine waiting outside the clinic for 3+ hours. Then, was also on hold for the swab test because her BP shoot up. Nerbiyosa pala. Hayyyy... So, anyway, at around 330PM, she sms'd me that the swab test was done. And, that they were told to stay there. Ate A was nervous wreck that she couldn't give me more details, if she will be staying at the hospital or if they will allow her to go home. We comforted her by telling her that H1N1 can be treated and that she shouldn't be scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all the drama until 6PM, she was sent home in a taxi paid by the hospital. She looked harassed, her eyes puffy from crying and she needed to be isolated. She locked her room just to be sure that Bebi A won't go in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All those times, I was thinking that it couldn't be H1N1, that it was all in her mind. I was stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, my colleagues kept on sending me messages asking me if I am ok. I said I am but of course, the story has become a different one. That I had high fever, blah blah blah... Where did that come from? I was very clear in telling one of my colleagues that Ate A has slight fever and colds. Nothing more, nothing less. They kept bugging me for results. I kept calling MOH and all they can tell me is that they will call us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At around 4, we called them again. Result is out but they are still sorting it out. They said that they will call us in 30 minutes. They didn't. By then, I was already a bit fed up with all the drama that I asked Ate A to call MOH. Ayun, "NEGATIVE" Sows!!! Hayyyy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That night, I felt so tired. Wished it didn't happen. And, feels a bit funny to come to work on Monday. Oh well, life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8808133210834360426?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8808133210834360426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8808133210834360426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8808133210834360426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8808133210834360426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-nightmare.html' title='H1N1 Nightmare'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7039617639242158838</id><published>2009-06-24T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:40:06.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'>A Good System</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having lived here in Singapore for almost 10 years now (10 years on August).  I've had some things that I don't like about the country but of course, since I am still here, the good outweighed the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of those things is about how the government implements things and the people follow.  We're in the midst of a global pandemic and I am very happy about (though the numbers are rising) the procedures the ministries and agencies follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I received two calls.  Both from my daughters' teachers.  Asking me about my daughters' travel history.  They want to ensure that the school is a safe place to go come Monday when the classes resume.  And my eldest daugher's teacher even used her mobile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that something to be at peace about?  That the schools are doing more than what they are supposed to do.  I hope I remember this when Dawter T and I are doing her homework and when we're preparing for her exams hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Lord!  And, I will continue praying that this pandemic will be over soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7039617639242158838?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7039617639242158838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7039617639242158838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7039617639242158838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7039617639242158838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-system.html' title='A Good System'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6405676271522447549</id><published>2009-06-21T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:37:05.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It always warms my heart how he takes time to talk to Dawter T during their drinking sessions (milk drinking sessions, you naughty minds!) about her questions, about anything... He challenges her to be a better person, takes time to teach her Math and he's always there to comfort her when I scold her (hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love that he doesn't get tired of all of Bebi A's questions. All the why's and how's. How he never fails to tuck her shirt in at night, check if she's covered with blanket (which she will just remove later) and he's always there to wipe away the tears if she ever gets a booboo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so blessed that he's the father of my kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Pre! We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6405676271522447549?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6405676271522447549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6405676271522447549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6405676271522447549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6405676271522447549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrating-daddy.html' title='Celebrating Daddy'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6308835075132031964</id><published>2009-06-16T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:51:06.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>The Introvert and The Cheeky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A's birthday is coming up soon.  When she started school, having a party at school was her daily chant.  But now, she just wants to have a small party here at home, actually at the playground downstairs, with 5 kids as guests.  For all her sunshiny attitude, she's becoming really shy.  And, she still wouldn't tell me why she doesn't want a party at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Off to another daughter.  I asked Dawter T to pass me my toothbrush (with toothpaste of course).  So, she passed it to me and I didn't say thank you.  Ok, ok, lesson learned when she said "thank you ha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're really growing up, they have their own likes and dislikes...  And, everyday I learn to be a mother.  Ang kukulit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6308835075132031964?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6308835075132031964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6308835075132031964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6308835075132031964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6308835075132031964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/06/introvert-and-cheeky.html' title='The Introvert and The Cheeky'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5797299161957977115</id><published>2009-05-29T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:33:20.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Let Her Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a Kiasu parent.  I am not a Kiasu parent.  I am not a Kiasu parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, maybe I am.  *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Dawter T's school today to talk to her Form Teacher and her Chinese Teacher.  Before I went in, I talked to another mom whom I got to know coz I always sms her when I can't understand Dawter T's handwriting, she told me that the Form teacher encouraged them to push her daughter more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm...  So I got a bit scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went in.  I finally met her Form Teacher whom I exchange emails with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was pleasantly surprised about the feedback.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Your daughter is well-liked by all her teachers.  She's very keen on studying and learns fast"  (mana sa akin!!!  joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked her if I need to "push" my daughter to study more.  She said no.  She said to let her try things that she will enjoy like arts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With regards to Chinese, again, I heard the magic words, she is well-liked.  Hahaha.  "Charming pala sya."  And, she has enthusiasm to learn Chinese (pramis po, indi ko makita ito sa bahay!!!  minsan naiiyak pa sya...).  The only thing is it's really hard for her to speak.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***  For those who read my blog and wonder why I am so stressed with my daughter's progress, Primary school here in Singapore is quite tough.  Sad but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5797299161957977115?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5797299161957977115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5797299161957977115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5797299161957977115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5797299161957977115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-her-relax.html' title='Let Her Relax'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7432022242582510140</id><published>2009-05-28T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:20:23.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>She's OK...  Basically, She's OK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And, that she's shy when there's group discussion or play" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those were the only things Bebi (no longer a Bebi) A's Form Teacher told me. I am a bit concerned about Bebi A coz she's bulol and she still cannot write. Ok, ok, I am comparing her with Dawter T. What my relatives and friends have been telling me is that Bebi A's growth is normal, maybe it's Dawter T who is &lt;del&gt;abnormal hahaha &lt;/del&gt;slightly advanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They also told me she likes to sing a lot and likes to &lt;del&gt;complain &lt;/del&gt;tell them things. Mang-ookray talaga?! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, we're very happy. She has grown in a span of months, from the crying fits in the morning and to excitedly getting up in the morning to go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And may I say that I really like her Chinese teacher.  And, she seems to genuinely care about Bebi A.  Ayan, may pangatlong ina na...  Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7432022242582510140?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7432022242582510140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7432022242582510140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7432022242582510140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7432022242582510140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-ok-basically-shes-ok.html' title='She&apos;s OK...  Basically, She&apos;s OK...'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8859394057508827576</id><published>2009-05-27T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:49:51.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Results : Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"is an inquisitive and bright student.  She is confident in her language and this is seen in her frequent contributions in class discussions.  She is a helpful girl and is always ready to encourage her peers around her.  She is conscientious in her daily work and always strives to do her best at all times.  Keep up the good work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what Dawter T's Form teacher wrote in her report card.  We teased her if this is true.  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're very happy with her grades.  Her grades in Chinese was not bad, in fact, it was much, much better than we expected.  Good thing her 1st term grades in Math and English are high, it somehow pulled her percentage (I guess that's their equivalent to GPA).  Yipeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(But, being the Kiasu mom that I am now, I still told her that if she did much better in her SA1 exams, her grades would have been higher...  Tsk, tsk, tak...  Ok, tama na...  Happy na e...  Thank you, Jesus!  Nakuha sa dasal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8859394057508827576?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8859394057508827576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8859394057508827576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8859394057508827576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8859394057508827576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/results-passed.html' title='Results : Passed'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-954639095251914521</id><published>2009-05-27T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:35:19.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Take Me Out Of The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am feeling down lately.  I guess I can blame it on my rebonded hair (Sister C, I guess it's not the salon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be very vague here.  But, I am so pressed lately with deadline and more deadlines --- at work and even at play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's not enough time.  I have to make sure family comes first or else there will be WW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am left with two days and 2.5 hours at work (as of this writing) and my projects ain't moving, while I have to tend my teammate's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next week will be different.  Staying at home means housework while online answering queries.  Or should I just not open my laptop and let them figure out their problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hayyy...  not my day...  But I am hoping that it'll turn better tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-954639095251914521?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/954639095251914521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=954639095251914521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/954639095251914521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/954639095251914521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-me-out-of-dark.html' title='Take Me Out Of The Dark'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6692749468728912762</id><published>2009-05-19T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:46:23.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Stressful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T likes to play and watch tv --- a lot!!! That sometimes she hurries her school work to be able to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Problem is, when we check her school work, she usually has to redo. With that comes a bit of a sermon from me and her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that she gets too stressed... The education system here is like "matira, matibay"... I was telling a friend and my sister last night, I never studied when I was in grade school but I still managed to get decent grades. I just can't imagine that my kids had to burn the midnight oil to study and do homework. To top it all, (I am guilty of this), push them hard to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Dawter T's case, I guess it's not only me and Pre, even Bebi A adds to her woes. Imagine Dawter T almost crying because we had to practice her additions and subtractions over and over again... Then, this little tweet will tell her ate "Ate, if you don't study, you will go back to my school!!!" With a slang "Sige ka" in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6692749468728912762?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6692749468728912762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6692749468728912762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6692749468728912762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6692749468728912762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/stressful.html' title='Stressful'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2135564427467954018</id><published>2009-05-18T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:48:31.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>It's Getting Closer</title><content type='html'>to two weeks of bliss, being at home, though working is still good vs getting up early to go to the office and work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working while the girls are playing, working in shorts, working with my scrapbook supplies nearby hehehe...  You can tell that I am looking forward to it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I will be at home all day.  I will be there with the kids, bond with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, June 1, please come quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2135564427467954018?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2135564427467954018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2135564427467954018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2135564427467954018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2135564427467954018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-getting-closer.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Closer'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5077031650606580786</id><published>2009-05-13T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:59:19.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>When Your Daughters Are Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you do?  Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On field trips :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was Bebi A's first field trip.  She's all independent now.  I was quite worried until I called home as 1230 yesterday and found out that she's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They went to Jacob Balas at the Botanical Garden.  I asked her if she planted anything (yun kasi paalam nya), "No, Mommy!  We just splashed water on each other but we had fun!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On crushes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This made my heart skip a bit.  Ninang C told me that Dawter T &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; a crush (present tense).  I asked her who and she told me.  It was a boy from her pre-school.  (hay naku, side kwento, kaya naman pala nung graduation, may I greet pa ang mader nung boy???  parang close sila di ba?)  Since I've been in Ursula mode since January, Dawter T feels really afraid to tell me things (yes, I am trying to change!!!) but one day I asked her, and I don't care if it's because she was afraid or what (sinuhulan ko naman ng donut), but she did tell me.  Wahhhhhhhhh....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dalagita is growing up.  Kinikilig na sya when I mention the boy's name...  May Day, May Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5077031650606580786?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5077031650606580786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5077031650606580786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5077031650606580786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5077031650606580786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-your-daughters-are-growing-up.html' title='When Your Daughters Are Growing Up'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6042861056404032379</id><published>2009-05-11T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:15:41.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Why Am I a Happy Mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you have 2 girls who goof of like this, who wouldn't be happy, right? *** Just forget the times when they don't listen when you call them, hahaha... ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334377991505662386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SgeEhUFbUbI/AAAAAAAABO8/sS9yyf9_Ca4/s320/kidsonmadersday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6042861056404032379?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6042861056404032379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6042861056404032379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6042861056404032379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6042861056404032379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-am-happy-mom.html' title='Why Am I a Happy Mom?'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SgeEhUFbUbI/AAAAAAAABO8/sS9yyf9_Ca4/s72-c/kidsonmadersday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2521640982794753532</id><published>2009-05-05T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:14:49.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Please Don't Remove This Cat, It's Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's the sign on the makeshift cat house (box of Velodyne speakers that has holes and doors and stuffs).  The cat is probably "outside the kulambo" for some reason.  But, still it shouldn't be in our recess area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2521640982794753532?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2521640982794753532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2521640982794753532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2521640982794753532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2521640982794753532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-dont-remove-this-cat-its-mine.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Remove This Cat, It&apos;s Mine!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7907911548569176307</id><published>2009-05-04T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:02:43.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Arghhhh Neighbors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought that we've found our jackpot.  We've got good neighbors that talks to us (the other just nods), kababayan neighbors, more or less the people on our floor are quite friendly and errmmm clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, our woes started way back but I didn't mind then but when thrash piles up near where your compressor is, it's not good.  It's not neighborly.  Somewhere up there are a bunch of people who doesn't have manners, who litters and throws their trash on the window.  If it fell on the ground floor, I wouldn't have minded probably since the cleaner will see it and clean it, I guess.  But, it got stucked on our level!  We've had all kinds of trash, from papers to tissue papers (I don't want to think about it!) to plastic of rotten food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pre cleaned it a few weeks back and thought of putting something clever so that it won't hit our rails.  But, last week, there was this strong winds that hit Singapore and he had to remove it.  Anyway, the trash came back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the things to throw, why rotten food?  Why can't they throw it in their trash can?  their bin?  It really pisses me off!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On another neighborly rant!  I think our neighbor's cat gave birth recently.  We found cats all over!  And, these cats are so smart they came inside our house!  Of course, the girls were thrilled!  I freaked out though!  One thing is, Bebi A has asthma and cats are not good for that!  Then, this morning, guess what's outside our door!!!  The cats' house was outside our door!!!  Are they subtly telling us to adopt those cats???  OMG!!!  This is really not good!  Arghhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7907911548569176307?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7907911548569176307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7907911548569176307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7907911548569176307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7907911548569176307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/05/arghhhh-neighbors.html' title='Arghhhh Neighbors!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6440214329191277558</id><published>2009-04-21T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:11:19.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life could be crazy sometimes.  I mean our normal everyday life is crazy as it is, but to top it off Primary 1 SA1 makes it crazier.  I have to make reviewer for Dawter T, collaborate with other moms with their reviewers.  Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is just tiring, and I'll say it again, it's just crazy to be stressed like this over a major exam in Primary 1.  What more when my daughter is in her secondary school!   OMG!  Kukulot ang bago kong rebond!  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6440214329191277558?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6440214329191277558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6440214329191277558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6440214329191277558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6440214329191277558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2232313003870677906</id><published>2009-04-15T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:33:27.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>Little Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not sure how my little girls became little ladies before my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One night, I enticed the girls with my special liquid soap (Marks and Spencer Aloe Vera foam wash) so that our night time bath ritual will be painless. Since then, they use it at night (I am not even sure if children their age can use it but I don't see anything different on their skin hehehe), they like it because as Bebi A puts it, "I smell good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few weeks back, we went to M&amp;amp;S to buy some girly things hehehe and they saw the foam wash in different colors. Dawter T likes the peach, Bebi A likes the water lily. So, now, I am in a predicament, which foam wash to buy first? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love that I get to share these things with the girls. I am not someone who's kikay. I don't wear make-up, I don't like lotion and I only comb my hair after bathing and sometimes before sleeping hahaha (that's why I need to rebond my hair). So, this is quite special for me. I just hope they won't be like me. I hope they follow their lola's and tita D's footsteps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2232313003870677906?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2232313003870677906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2232313003870677906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2232313003870677906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2232313003870677906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-women.html' title='Little Women'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5985376528149230763</id><published>2009-04-15T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:01:02.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Logs'/><title type='text'>My Old Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have posted in this blog my past work woes, when I was still handling anything technical under the sun.  One of those things is coordinating with &lt;a href="http://www.webhostingchoice.com/"&gt;web hosting &lt;/a&gt;companies. It's not every month though that I have to do this, it's just that tracking the expiry, talking to their customer service officers when there's problem can be quite cumbersome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These days there are a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.webhostingchoice.com/"&gt;web hosting &lt;/a&gt;companies at affordable rates. They even give you free email accounts. I remember how I had to look for companies with competitive rates. Further to that, you have to make sure that downtime is minimal, if not zero.  I remember when we subscribed to one company and our users used to complain to us every week that their web site is down, that they cannot receive mails.  It was horrible!  To add to the injury, their customer service was not good.  My ex-boss never let me lived that down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my teammates suggested to go into the &lt;a href="http://www.webhostingchoice.com/"&gt;web hosting &lt;/a&gt;business. But, I told him that it's quite a task managing different web domains, making sure our rates our competitive, and the biggest factor of all, that we won't fail our customers with regards to our service. Let me tell you, back then, our network was not that stable thus it didn't push through. What's more, our department is a cost-center, not a profit center. Though my ex-boss would like to be in the latter category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you who wants their web sites hosted, just make sure that you get value for your money. It's one thing that it's cheap but look at their service as well. It's not a good thing if your web site takes a long time to load or that it cannot be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5985376528149230763?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5985376528149230763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5985376528149230763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5985376528149230763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5985376528149230763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-old-job.html' title='My Old Job'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2845305098495176427</id><published>2009-04-14T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:42:57.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T has been bugging me (eversince her Ninang and I told her about egg painting stories) to give her an egg. Even though Easter's over, her artistic side just want to try new things. And, can I say that the word "paint" holds a great excitement for her. The egg painting didn't happen. Maybe next year I'll be more prepared for Easter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Easter was spent at a friend's house. Their little boy turned 4 and can I just relay here how that boy can drink 4 bottles of milk at night. Awesome, right? The girls had fun and don't want to leave but it was just too far from our place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~ One of my girlfriends is leaving for New Zealand. Really saddened by this but life goes on, things change, circumstances get better. It's just something to take note that changes can be good. I will surely miss her. We've been friends for almost 10 years now. She's one of the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2845305098495176427?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2845305098495176427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2845305098495176427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2845305098495176427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2845305098495176427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-3468696979897878513</id><published>2009-04-08T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:02:51.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>She's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past 4 days were very hard for a mom like me.  Though Bebi A is active throughout, I still wonder what's wrong, what happened.  But hearing this just puts the orbit back into its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A : Ate A, I need to a lot of food.  My tummy is very, very hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, my girl's definitely back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-3468696979897878513?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/3468696979897878513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=3468696979897878513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3468696979897878513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3468696979897878513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5989537660697053121</id><published>2009-04-06T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:46:38.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor, my daughter's sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A started throwing up while we were playing late Saturday night.  Then, around 4AM Sunday morning, she threw up again.  We decided not to go to church in the morning to calm Bebi A's tummy.  All day long she has been complaining to me that her tummy's painful.  Poor girl!  She couldn't eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 530PM, we went to church.  She was so active inspite of the tummy ache.  So, I thought maybe she was already ok.  She fell asleep in church and woke up in the act of throwing up.  Pre who were carrying her literally showered with vomit and the family at the back of our pew were also hit.  Kakahiya so we just offered them our wet tissue.  And, my whole pack of wet tissue were spent cleaning up.  I feel blessed because there was one good soul who came and gave me her plastic bag.  She's an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite our "fragrance", we went directly to the GP and has Bebi A checked out.  She was still hyper, you wouldn't think she's sick.  And, I thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her porridge with a bit of soy sauce.  She loves soy sauce.  Hehe.  That's the only way she'd eat the bland porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept early, and about an hour after, she was having chills.  I was getting scared so we kept her warm.  She threw up once more but after that she was able to sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took child care leave today to take care of her.  I guess she felt better because she was already asking me for donut, fruit loops, milk and kept asking me why I am depriving her of food.  Haha.  She's back!  Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5989537660697053121?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5989537660697053121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5989537660697053121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5989537660697053121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5989537660697053121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/doctor-doctor-my-daughter.html' title='Doctor, Doctor, my daughter&apos;s sick'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6092618765726863105</id><published>2009-04-01T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:50:02.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was totally blah that turned into something sweet. Those little moments makes my heart skip a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was supposed to have a web meeting at 10pm Singapore time (so that's around 9am in Austin and if I remember correctly, 4pm in Hungary) so it was a bummer waiting up for it especially when you're nursing a two-day headache (yes, I sleep and wake up with a headache for 3 days now) and I am having my itchy skin episode that turned to fear coz my mind is working overtime again and I was thinking if this could be HFMD hahaha (symptoms : headche, rashes, etc.) Ok ok, I know I am just overreacting. (Bebi A's school had an outbreak so that was on my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't take my headache anymore so I quickly sent an email to my boss that I will not be able to make it. I hate doing that coz I don't want to seem irresponsible. But, really, the headache was just pulling me to bed. I got ready for bed at 8pm and lie down, setting my alarm for 950pm to catch my meeting. Anyway... (my thoughts are flying from one topic to another --- blame it on the headache --- and yes, I still have it) there was a quick email to the team which I received from my BB with subject : Team Meeting Cancelled ~~~~ my boss was at home waiting for his floor to be replaced or something so he took the opportunity that I couldn't make it. "Blame it on the SG gal, not me ~~~ I can be at the team meeting even if I am waiting for my flooring guys"! Wahahaha... But, really, I am just thankful! My boss was kinda sweet about it coz after that cancellation email, he sent me another email asking me if family and I are all ok. Sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, the icing on the cake last night ~~~ since my team meeting was cancelled... Kept telling my girls to lie down and sleep. But, Bebi A kept on singing with matching action. And, she's singing a song in Chinese. Over and over. Then, not to be outdone, Ate sang his school song. Riot, right! Then, suddenly, Bebi A asked, "Mommy, can I kiss you?" ~~~ Whoa, where did that come from? And who am I to say no? Bebi A kissed me tenderly on the lips then we embraced. Sweet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6092618765726863105?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6092618765726863105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6092618765726863105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6092618765726863105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6092618765726863105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2434964873480503436</id><published>2009-03-31T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:34:22.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><title type='text'>It's One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, Bebi A woke me up and asked me to pick her up at school (nawili ang bruhaha, sinundo ko kasi nung Friday).  I told her that I can't since I will be at work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That got me into thinking again.  I know it's not yet time.  We have bills to pay, families to support.  But, I would like to stay at home and take care of the girls (and maybe scrap hehehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, as I have said (convincing myself), it's the not the right time yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When will be the right time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2434964873480503436?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2434964873480503436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2434964873480503436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2434964873480503436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2434964873480503436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s One Of Those Days'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7108270355345588610</id><published>2009-03-27T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:27:20.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Logs'/><title type='text'>Scent of a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Between the two of us, Pre can finish a whole bottle of perfume in 2-3 months.  The thing with my hubby is, it's hard to select the scent that he wants.  So, it's either I give him a repeat or buy something that I feel would suit him then pray very hard  that he will be ok with it.  The last perfume I gave him, Armani's Attitude, which was my gift on our anniversary was sweetish for his taste.  And, I don't think there will be repeat of that in the near and far future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find Attitude to be very soothing yet manly.  I don't like something that would empower.  But, then, I believe it's still how the perfume actually blends with your skin.  And, that's how Pre smells it, sweet for his skin.  Haha.  He's still using it though so I am happy that it didn't go to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, the next time I decide to buy another perfume  forhim,  I will try to look for a soothing scent that will be more to his taste, compare it to his old perfumes like Tommy Hillfiger, Polo Sport, Cool Water, etc.  Or, maybe I should check out the &lt;a href="http://www.talkperfume.com/"&gt;perfume blog &lt;/a&gt;before I trek to the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7108270355345588610?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7108270355345588610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7108270355345588610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7108270355345588610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7108270355345588610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/scent-of-man.html' title='Scent of a Man'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5809356523770790763</id><published>2009-03-25T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:12:47.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Sumbungera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, Ate A went to Bebi A's school to pay for the 2nd term's fees.  (Grrr...  Tama ba ang mahal?)  She met up with Bebi A's teacher and because she cares so much of her peborit alaga, she asked "How's Bebi A?  Is she still crying at school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The teacher said no and that she's doing well.  BUT, of all BUTS, Bebi A complains a lot.  Primadonna ang hija!  The teacher said that Bebi A will tell her little things like when her classmate walks fast.  Mwahahahaha.  Sumbungera!  Hahaha.  So, the teacher asked Ate A if Bebi A is like that at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate A, of course, defended her peborit's honor.  "Of course not".  Ang taray!  Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The point is, Bebi A is sumbungera.  She's becoming a bratty.  It's time for Ursula to put that trait inside the locket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5809356523770790763?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5809356523770790763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5809356523770790763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5809356523770790763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5809356523770790763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/sumbungera.html' title='Sumbungera!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7786727003989419828</id><published>2009-03-23T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:58:56.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Math Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T called me up and excitedly told me that she's the highest in Math for term 1. So, I thought it was for their exam in Ordinal numbers. "Mommy, Mrs. T said, I am the highest in my tests and in my worksheets. I am 100 %!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, ok, it's our first year in Primary so I am still a bit confused with the grading system. Then, she said, my English is good, but it's not like Math! That got me more confused!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, I owe her a trip to Night Safari! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got home and found Dawter T's assessment folder.  And lo and behold, it's true!  I am very proud of my chicka!  Hehehe (And Pre was even more than proud, for him, only Math matters hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7786727003989419828?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7786727003989419828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7786727003989419828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7786727003989419828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7786727003989419828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/100100200.html' title='Math Matters'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1845934224573393150</id><published>2009-03-20T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:26:31.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-Post'/><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T called me up and told me that Bebi A tore her art and made a monster out of the girl in the picture.  I know that it's not being mean.  Bebi A doesn't have a mean bone in her body.  She just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Bebi A.  Asked her to kiss and make up with her Ate,  She did.  Ate A told me that she went up to Dawter T and kissed her, then asked "Is this better, Ate?" Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawter T's "smashed" art was one of her best.  I was really impresed.  If only I have taken a picture of it this morning.  It was really beautiful.  It was a portrait of a girl, by the way.  I hope that Dawter T can still replicate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that not all kids are alike.  And, my daughters have their own endearing qualities.  One's art is different from the other.   Dawter T has the potential (not because I'm her mom, ok ok, it maybe because I'm her mom hahaha) and Bebi A's, well, let's just say abstract.  Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1845934224573393150?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1845934224573393150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1845934224573393150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1845934224573393150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1845934224573393150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1652062489704373615</id><published>2009-03-18T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:48:00.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>On School Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two girls are on one week school vacation.  They're lazing around, sleeping and waking up late, watching wayyyy too much tv, playing wayyyy too much...  I guess they're enjoying life and I am sooooo jealous hehehe  So, I am making them study!  Haha...  The mean mom!  No wonder Bebi A calls me Ursula!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1652062489704373615?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1652062489704373615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1652062489704373615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1652062489704373615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1652062489704373615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-school-vacation.html' title='On School Vacation'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7120164133990004617</id><published>2009-03-13T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:48:11.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><title type='text'>Mumblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Starting our day at 6:20AM (I have to set it that way to give my slowpoke of a daughter 10 more minutes in bed) is no joke for me.  Once upon a time, I used to be able to wake up early, it's more than a decade now.  I cram to be able to able ride along with my dad to save tranpo fare (and later on splurge it on movie tickets or junk foods hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit nostalgic these days.  A lot's changing in our lives and in our friends' lives.  Sometimes I couldn't keep track anymore.  I don't know if I'm doing a good job with the girls, sometimes I feel that I don't and it makes me think more.  Gone were the days when you threaten kids and they will follow you.  I don't think it will work now.  Haha.  When I was young, one look from my mommy was enough for me to start sweeping the floor or help with the dishes.  Oh well.  But, I miss those days.  I miss my daddy and mommy.  I wish things were still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband's been bugging me to go home.  And I keep saying no.  It's hard not to go to work these days.  Nothing's certain.  Though I will be taking my compulsary leave on June then be working from home the week after that.  Why?  Ate A's going home for vacation for 3 weeks.  My small prob now is that I still need someone to look after the girls for the third week that Ate A's not here.  My boss didn't approve my request to work from home for 2 weeks, I guess it's too much.  Maybe I can ask him if  I can bring my girls to work?  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7120164133990004617?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7120164133990004617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7120164133990004617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7120164133990004617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7120164133990004617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mumblings.html' title='Mumblings'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-3529004398827913307</id><published>2009-03-08T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:18:54.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've had an adventure this afternoon. We ate at Pizza Hut and was very disappointed that they forgot to bring out our pizza. It should have come sooner but they made a mistake of bringing out thin crust instead of pizza hut. Pre had to ask the crew about it and only then did they informed us that the pizza was still 5 minutes away, and they were giving us some fried chicken for our wait. I mean, hello? We've waited a long time and it was not our fault and you only thought of the chicken after my husband marched in to your area to ask! We're not difficult customers. We're just hungry hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad thing turned to good. The manager was Filipina and after Pre told her about our case, she said that Pizza Hut decided that we don't need to pay for what they have served. Fair enough. But, I don't think I will be coming back anytime soon. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To cap our day, took some photos of the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate too conscious of her teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SbO3Nbl16KI/AAAAAAAABJ0/SHL1jDULJUk/s1600-h/ate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310789826972608674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SbO3Nbl16KI/AAAAAAAABJ0/SHL1jDULJUk/s320/ate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A, loving her yellow balloon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SbO3NHYy6hI/AAAAAAAABJs/C2fHHhk7v1Y/s1600-h/andi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310789821549177362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SbO3NHYy6hI/AAAAAAAABJs/C2fHHhk7v1Y/s320/andi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-3529004398827913307?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/3529004398827913307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=3529004398827913307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3529004398827913307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3529004398827913307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SbO3Nbl16KI/AAAAAAAABJ0/SHL1jDULJUk/s72-c/ate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7058908249638253855</id><published>2009-03-02T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:31:32.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><title type='text'>Just Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been lazy in updating my blogs lately. Been busy at home, at work and at play. Wish I can spend some time just sleeping and thinking of nothing. Oh well. Be thankful.&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/7875519-7058908249638253855?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7058908249638253855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7058908249638253855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7058908249638253855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7058908249638253855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-lazy.html' title='Just Lazy'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7598903210710727911</id><published>2009-02-12T06:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:37:32.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Iskul Bukol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before, I always hear from other parents that Primary school is tough, and it was! Dawter T seemed to have adapted well. Only the mommy seemed anxious everytime. I always tell friends that I want to cultivate a good study habit for Dawter T who is more into tv and games than studying her day's lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I'm tough sometimes. And, there were days that Dawter T seemed realllly tired of my constant reminders. Bags and diary has to be checked everyday. There's spelling weekly! OMG! And, since Dawter T likes to stay up late, it's hard to wake her up everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's almost on her 6th week. She's on the Fusion Dance (hopefully, she'll master a bit of grace hehehe), she and her group in school seemed to be like haughty upper east siders (ok, enough Gossip Girls!) where they're friends one moment, enemies the next hehehe but they're great kids, I always hear how they're first or how they one in class games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She loves Math and English. It's still tough studying Chinese. She has tutor and been asked to attend remedial classes, which she almost missed the first time coz she went home when she couldn't find her Chinese teacher. Oh well, good thing Sister C was at home then so I asked Ate A to bring her back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They went to the zoo for their first field trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, yesterday, she got an award. Hihi! Proud Mommy moment! She said she went up the stage to accept "Courtesy Pupil award"! How cool is that! She said she didn't know what to do until her Form teacher asked her to stand up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7598903210710727911?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7598903210710727911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7598903210710727911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7598903210710727911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7598903210710727911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/02/iskul-bukol.html' title='Iskul Bukol'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2542343642293651698</id><published>2009-02-03T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:43:43.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we got the two girls another pet. Dawter T has been asking me everyday about it and to stop her, I gave in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are now proud parents of Sunshine the Hamster. It is such an emotional investment to have a pet. I was never an owner because I'm lazy and I don't want to get attached. But, seeing the two girls last Sunday squealing with delight was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I call the hamster, San Tsai to tease Dawter T. Bebi A calls it Sun since she's still "bulol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SYg73g0OhKI/AAAAAAAABGU/jINIbpJT99M/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298550786489222306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SYg73g0OhKI/AAAAAAAABGU/jINIbpJT99M/s320/sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2542343642293651698?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2542343642293651698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2542343642293651698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2542343642293651698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2542343642293651698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SYg73g0OhKI/AAAAAAAABGU/jINIbpJT99M/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5649409833842117820</id><published>2009-01-23T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:22:13.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So excited for the coming Chinese New Year, not because we're celebrating it but because there's no work this coming Monday and Tuesday. Time to relax at home with the family. Here's Bebi A this morning on her way to school. She was so excited today that she woke up as soon as she heard her Daddy's alarm, she ate breakfast today and was so so excited to wear this Chinese costume. This is a hand me down from Dawter T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SXkpvevp91I/AAAAAAAABEQ/U8c_z6FW50w/s1600-h/andi_cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294308732634265426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SXkpvevp91I/AAAAAAAABEQ/U8c_z6FW50w/s320/andi_cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5649409833842117820?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5649409833842117820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5649409833842117820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5649409833842117820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5649409833842117820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SXkpvevp91I/AAAAAAAABEQ/U8c_z6FW50w/s72-c/andi_cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-3630422169129294194</id><published>2009-01-15T07:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:36:31.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Pre-School Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A has been sneezing a lot last night. I had a hunch that she has caught a bug. I was not able to sleep well last night as I constantly check if she's feverish. She was not! But, she has been breathing through her mouth so that was not a good sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her voice sounded different today when she woke up and does not want to go to school again. I guess her system is not used to waking up early. Lately, she's not even eating breakfast as she doesn't have appetite. I feel really bad about this and even thought of asking the school if she can go to the afternoon class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should know that being in school, surrounded by a number of kids. She will be more prone to sickness now, just like Dawter T when she started Nursery. With Dawter T, I was unprepared. I learned my lesson though when Dawter T kept on falling sick. Her colds and cough would go on for weeks. That's why I think every parent should know &lt;a href="http://www.gurgle.co.uk/articles/Guide_To_Toddler/36220/How_to_cope_with_preschool_illnesses.aspx"&gt;how to cope with pre-school illnesses&lt;/a&gt;. Not just for their own kids, but also for other kids. It would help preventing a cold or a flu outbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing I am really thankful for is that the Singapore Pre-Schools takes a very proactive approach with any illness or virus outbreak. Singapore pre-schools last year has shown a number of Dengue and foot and mouth disease cases. And, what the school did was to take the students' temperature every morning. If the student has fever, the student will be sent home. They also gave out letters to advise parents not to let their child come to school if they are sick. I feel that it is very good that the parents and the "second parents", the school work hand in hand in dealing with these matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-3630422169129294194?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/3630422169129294194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=3630422169129294194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3630422169129294194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/3630422169129294194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-school-blues.html' title='Pre-School Blues'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7554772868133925912</id><published>2009-01-13T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:52:28.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>No More Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was THE DAY.  No more tears for Bebi A.  She was just too excited to take her school bus.  She even told her bus mate I that she doesn't want to miss the bus, oh ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could it be because of the wonder of seat belt?  Ate A was telling me that Bebi A gushed about bus' seat belt.  She must have been fascinated by it.  And, taking the school bus the next day made her excited to see it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kids.  They live for the simplest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7554772868133925912?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7554772868133925912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7554772868133925912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7554772868133925912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7554772868133925912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-tears.html' title='No More Tears'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-4106345581090044312</id><published>2009-01-12T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:44:28.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>Laughter Is The Best Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A : Why did the strawberry eat the banana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy : Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A : Because it's hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-4106345581090044312?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/4106345581090044312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=4106345581090044312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4106345581090044312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/4106345581090044312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter Is The Best Medicine'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1370708585201919476</id><published>2009-01-12T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:47:47.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWrnYvO7OvI/AAAAAAAABCo/NsHCUWtDjMk/s1600-h/IMG_7894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290295124482013938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWrnYvO7OvI/AAAAAAAABCo/NsHCUWtDjMk/s320/IMG_7894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1370708585201919476?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1370708585201919476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1370708585201919476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1370708585201919476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1370708585201919476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWrnYvO7OvI/AAAAAAAABCo/NsHCUWtDjMk/s72-c/IMG_7894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1198090032589209209</id><published>2009-01-09T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:50:04.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though I was off for 2 days, I couldn't helped but wish for the weekend to come. Weekend means a few hours of me time --- time to scrap. I make it a point to scrap. Just to free my mind from my everyday worries which are piling up these past few weeks. But, now I choose not to worry but I will still scrap. Hehe. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi A cried in my arms this morning when I brought her to the school bus. When the bus moved, she was still calling me and it broke my heart to let her go like that. But, when she came back, she was so happy. She has a lot of stories to tell. Now, we think she's just not used to waking up early. Haha. Poor girl. A few nights back, she told me not to wake her when the sun is still not up! Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T is doing ok though I feel tense whenever she comes home from school. I always ask if she has Chinese homework. Haha. That's my worst fear everyday. Ok, let's inset here ---&gt; I choose not to worry. She has Chinese tuition every Wednesday. The tutor is quite good but doesn't speak English. She always has an interpreter when she calls us. I think that's fine. I want her to talk to Dawter T in Chinese so that it will be easier for her. But, 1.5 hours a week and n number of hours of Chinese at school will still be challenging for Dawter T. So, one of my goals is to study Chinese. Haha. (My officemate already doubtful and laughing at me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I hope everybody will have a great weekend! I'm off to Dawter T's school tomorrow to study Chinese and a dental appointment at night. Busy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1198090032589209209?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1198090032589209209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1198090032589209209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1198090032589209209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1198090032589209209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7941496010356243240</id><published>2009-01-08T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:09:23.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>The Tear Ducts Have Finally Dried!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWWKQGZ4huI/AAAAAAAABCI/E6rHjHvmks4/s1600-h/andihappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288785346618230498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWWKQGZ4huI/AAAAAAAABCI/E6rHjHvmks4/s320/andihappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All morning, I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing because of Bebi A. Because she cried so much yesterday, she threw up at school. There was a bit of an improvement yesterday because she seemed happy when she told us about the star (suhol) she got from teacher and the friends she made at school. We thought she'd be excited today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, that's not the case. This morning, she cried when she took the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept on looking at the time. I received sms from Ate A that my little girl arrived home happy and boasted that she didn't cry at school! Hallelujiah! Hehehe. I am one happy mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what stories she will tell me when I arrive home tonight.&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/7875519-7941496010356243240?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7941496010356243240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7941496010356243240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7941496010356243240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7941496010356243240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/tear-ducts-have-finally-dried.html' title='The Tear Ducts Have Finally Dried!'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWWKQGZ4huI/AAAAAAAABCI/E6rHjHvmks4/s72-c/andihappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5966609499947106115</id><published>2009-01-07T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:11:35.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>How Do You Stop Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWQrV4bxDKI/AAAAAAAABB4/m36m5xKAu_k/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288399517365898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWQrV4bxDKI/AAAAAAAABB4/m36m5xKAu_k/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWQrG5t125I/AAAAAAAABBw/T3Jrf3hGGoc/s1600-h/ate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288399260012108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWQrG5t125I/AAAAAAAABBw/T3Jrf3hGGoc/s320/ate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5966609499947106115?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5966609499947106115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5966609499947106115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5966609499947106115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5966609499947106115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you-stop-time.html' title='How Do You Stop Time?'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWQrV4bxDKI/AAAAAAAABB4/m36m5xKAu_k/s72-c/Picture+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8764043658777148775</id><published>2009-01-07T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:47:30.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>The Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, the crying continued yesterday.  I tried to exercise tough love at school.  I didn't go to her when she was crying and almost wailing.  But, the last few minutes, my soft heart crumbled and I showed my face to her.  She cried, "Mommy, come!"  She was really heartbroken because she ignored the indoor playground, she didn't play with the ball, slide and the house.  She wouldn't budge from the seat near the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing holds true, she has a healthy appetite!  Haha.  Because she gobbled her cheeze sandwich even though tears were rolling down her cheeks.  And she had the gall to tell Ate A that she finished eating first!  Mwahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi A is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8764043658777148775?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8764043658777148775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8764043658777148775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8764043658777148775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8764043658777148775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-2046907747560153354</id><published>2009-01-05T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:27:50.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>2008's memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until now, I couldn't come up with my 2009 resolutions sans stating the obvious hehehe 2008 has been a great year for us and I wanted to hold on to that...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family Matters.  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've been blessed with a home we can call our own.  No more landlord battles.  And, we wouldn't feel like crying every month when we're paying our over priced rent.  We're all happy with the new place.  It took some getting used to but we're very comfortable now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We found good schools for both Dawter T and Bebi A.  Dawter T is starting Primary school while Bebi A's stepping into Nursery.  They are both going to Catholic schools.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Papa and Mama came to Singapore to help us out with Dawter T.  We feel blessed that the two girls were able to spend time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tita E and Tito B came with their children and spent a week touring around Singapore.  Those were one of the best weeks of my 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pre is still with the "bus" company.  Hehe.  Though commuting from our new place to his office takes a long time, he's braving it out every morning as he wakes up at 6 and comes home before 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I changed jobs again mid-year.  Seems to me that I've been doing this for the past 3 years.  The new company has been very good to me.  It opened a lot of opportunities and also met really nice people.  Hopefully, I get to stay longer this time despite that the On-Call phone is giving me sleepless nights when the US team goes to work. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-2046907747560153354?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/2046907747560153354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=2046907747560153354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2046907747560153354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/2046907747560153354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008s-memories.html' title='2008&apos;s memories'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-6438477574901670431</id><published>2009-01-05T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:58:29.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>First Day in Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebi A sporting her Dora hair-do courtesy of Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWHnOPu0_sI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8N6sOBfrAVQ/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287761669436800706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWHnOPu0_sI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8N6sOBfrAVQ/s320/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "I don't want to go back to school!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWHnOcHg1TI/AAAAAAAABBY/vQJadP52PlY/s1600-h/Picture+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287761672761562418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWHnOcHg1TI/AAAAAAAABBY/vQJadP52PlY/s320/Picture+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She said it's because of the boy crying for his mama. So, she cried because she wants me near her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She cried because the teachers didn't help her wash her hands. Ok, that sounded bratty hahaha but I guess she's lost and doesn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She cried when they were about to pray for grace. It's probably because she's too hungry and couldn't wait. She wolfed down the wafer biscuit and wanted to ask for more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She cried because she wanted to ride the bus with me. She wanted to go home badly. She said she's very sleepy and tired at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At home, she said, she's no longer tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It'll be another day tomorrow. I am thinking of not going with her. My presence may not be good and she will just look and ask for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-6438477574901670431?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/6438477574901670431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=6438477574901670431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6438477574901670431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/6438477574901670431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-in-nursery.html' title='First Day in Nursery'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SWHnOPu0_sI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8N6sOBfrAVQ/s72-c/Picture+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-9035730638298711534</id><published>2009-01-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:23:26.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>First Day in Primary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawter T started her school last January 2.  Yes, right after New Year!  I turned off my alarm without getting up, my mind muddled from sleep.  If Ate A didn't wake us up, Dawter T would have missed it!  Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We then rushed her to dress up and eat.  Pre checked how heavy her bag is.  If you've seen Dawter T lately, she's all bones now and we're quite concerned if she will be able to carry her bag all the way to her classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We waited for the bus and good thing that there were some neighbors that were waiting for the same school bus.  You can see excited mums and dads waiting, anticipating the dreaded first day at Primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We stressed to Dawter T how different her school life this year compared to her Pre-school years.  She cannot take it lightly.  I think I am more nervous than she is.  We can teach her in English and Math but Chinese is a different matter.  Pre told me not to worry, that things will work out for her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We met some nice Filipino parents whom I exchanged phone numbers with.  There was another mom there whose daughter has the same name as Dawter T.  Incidentally, the girls are classmates and played with each other during the orientation.  And, I thought Dawter T's name is not common here in Singapore.  Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw Dawter T during recess.  She was with a P5 girl named A.  The girl was very kind but Dawter T is fairly quiet around her.  A brought Dawter T around and even helped her to buy her snacks.  I opted not to bring food for her (aside from the fact that we woke up late!) so that she can get to experience buying from school.  Not that I am teaching her to spend.  I just want her to experience things and of course, I am hopeful that she will eat what she buys.  As most of you know, she's quite a picky eater.  She bought sausage bun and managed to finish in record time.  I was so proud of her.  She get to save S$1.20.  Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When recess was finished, we went home and just waited for her arrival.  She had a lot of stories but the frightening one is a spelling quiz (?) in Chinese on Monday.  Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-9035730638298711534?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/9035730638298711534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=9035730638298711534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/9035730638298711534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/9035730638298711534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-in-primary-school.html' title='First Day in Primary School'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-9140929766374367820</id><published>2008-12-30T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:52:33.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Photo Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this huge problem at work that I couldn't solve. It started on October after our mail server upgrade and we still couldn't solve it until today. Did everything I could, I know, I would. And, nothing seemed to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the start, I wanted to tell my users that it's not the mail server which has problem. But, since I am a NKOTB, it's hard to be this blunt. My boss was not very happy and that was a thorn on my side. I am scared to lose my job. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sun finally shone on us today. The problem was solved. Just a very simple tweak compared to what we did for the past months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Lord! Now, I can start the new year with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is tita E's birthday!  Api Bertday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-9140929766374367820?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/9140929766374367820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=9140929766374367820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/9140929766374367820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/9140929766374367820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-finish.html' title='Photo Finish'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-5307226150436331074</id><published>2008-12-18T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:57:50.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>By The Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmf_t0liHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FgwkmBDS6-s/s1600-h/xmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280927955049351282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmf_t0liHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FgwkmBDS6-s/s320/xmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-5307226150436331074?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/5307226150436331074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=5307226150436331074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5307226150436331074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/5307226150436331074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2008/12/by-christmas-tree.html' title='By The Christmas Tree'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmf_t0liHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FgwkmBDS6-s/s72-c/xmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8061001724122720955</id><published>2008-12-18T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:05:11.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters'/><title type='text'>Barney And Friends (year 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmhvg8DjeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/PqqBipEqoWw/s1600-h/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280929875736366562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmhvg8DjeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/PqqBipEqoWw/s320/barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmfrA25ObI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LH-TIKYBWwg/s1600-h/barney+and+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280927599382051250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmfrA25ObI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LH-TIKYBWwg/s320/barney+and+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was a bit excited for the girls when I saw the BPP (Bukit Panjang Plaza) hahaha have Barney shows for this festive season. Though they seldom watch Barney these days, seeing Barney in his purple Dino persona is something kids get really excited about. Living near the mall has surely it's pluses hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8061001724122720955?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8061001724122720955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8061001724122720955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8061001724122720955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8061001724122720955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2008/12/barney-and-friends-year-2.html' title='Barney And Friends (year 2)'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/SUmhvg8DjeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/PqqBipEqoWw/s72-c/barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-7274815826557976366</id><published>2008-12-15T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:16:05.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawter T'/><title type='text'>Maalaala Ko Kaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday night, we watched Maalaala Mo Kaya featuring Juday.  We (ooops Sister C and Ate A) were making additional ribbons to hang on our Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my girls cannot sleep if I'm not yet inside the room so they kept on going to the living room until Pre came from his basketball game and they caught 10-15 minutes of the show.  We cried coz it talked about forgiveness, and family and Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawter T was quiet when she went inside the room.  And, when we're already in bed, she kept on asking me about the show.  I explained to her about it because I don't want her to think the mothers can just poison their children, grrrr, that's why I try not to make them watch those kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, she still couldn't sleep, she asked, "why are all Filipino 'movies' sad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me laugh.  So I told her, that the shows we watch here are limited but there's also happy shows.  Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-7274815826557976366?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/7274815826557976366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=7274815826557976366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7274815826557976366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/7274815826557976366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2008/12/maalaala-ko-kaya.html' title='Maalaala Ko Kaya'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-1429602410694321089</id><published>2008-12-12T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:33:07.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as I make it'/><title type='text'>December Started Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am unprepared this year. I haven't even started my Christmas shopping yet. But, I am not in a hurry, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The clincher is we haven't even put up the tree. Well, it's coming today. That at least is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am off to my company or should I say my department's Christmas party. I hope that it'll get the Christmas spirit to start bubbling inside me.  I'm with Pre by the way.  I wil have someone to talk to in case they start to talk in Mandarin.  Haha.  And, it's buffet, enough said!  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh work, oh work!  Wish all my problems at work will be solved soon so I can look forward to Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One happy thing happened today.  I won!  I won at Toto!  For the overwhelming prize of 20SGD!  Hahaha.  At least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-1429602410694321089?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/1429602410694321089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=1429602410694321089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1429602410694321089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/1429602410694321089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-started-late.html' title='December Started Late'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875519.post-8827847525587637215</id><published>2008-11-26T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:27:52.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi A'/><title type='text'>A Parent's Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came home last night and saw Bebi A at the door.  She greeted me and I asked her to bring my lunch box to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mommy, I'm tired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What?  Hahaha.  I tried not to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later that night, Pre asked Bebi A to scratch his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Daddy, I'm busy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7875519-8827847525587637215?l=xoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/feeds/8827847525587637215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7875519&amp;postID=8827847525587637215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8827847525587637215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7875519/posts/default/8827847525587637215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoos.blogspot.com/2008/11/parents-fear.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Fear'/><author><name>salme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974396704915217646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mSdOlDba6Ks/TMGN4T5dAEI/AAAAAAAAB2U/1K1yKiwcxYw/S220/IMG_1573.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
