<?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-536702561247120551</id><updated>2012-02-15T12:55:03.173+08:00</updated><category term='baby&apos;s development'/><category term='* i am mother'/><category term='elevator safety'/><category term='costume party'/><category term='kids safety'/><category term='g-shock'/><category term='get-together'/><category term='grandmamma'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='how to deal baby with separation anxiety'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='bargain'/><category term='safety'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='google 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working nanay)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-8726505779979461093</id><published>2012-02-15T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:09:56.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch for valentine&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am a wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g-shock'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know I told you I'm not into Valentine's, but apparently this year,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; thinks the other way around. He didn't just buy me a present&amp;nbsp;but added a little drama in handling it over to me. He laid out a very&amp;nbsp;romantic surprise that I almost thought he was proposing all over again.&amp;nbsp;lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Early morning, he was persistent&amp;nbsp;to show his&amp;nbsp;wall post over Facebook, I thought it was just his&amp;nbsp;cheesy valentine's message so there's no need to hurry.&amp;nbsp;Seemingly, I was left behind, there were&amp;nbsp;comments from friends already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFrK23kDP6w/TznT5bxv_fI/AAAAAAAAALM/IogEulDpKik/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFrK23kDP6w/TznT5bxv_fI/AAAAAAAAALM/IogEulDpKik/s1600/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; is in the office that time, I was too busy I didn't recognize this document at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwPAln0micI/TznUu2-BfPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QLKy289aHzM/s1600/2012-02-14+10.16.45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwPAln0micI/TznUu2-BfPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QLKy289aHzM/s320/2012-02-14+10.16.45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is what's inside:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVbYtgC7wUM/TznUAbipNtI/AAAAAAAAALU/BoDFEgN14sE/s1600/2012-02-14+10.18.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVbYtgC7wUM/TznUAbipNtI/AAAAAAAAALU/BoDFEgN14sE/s320/2012-02-14+10.18.05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Portion of the letter&amp;nbsp;asks me to&amp;nbsp;highlight the whole page and change the font color to black,&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;another message popped that gave me&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;instruction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5l9vZvnck3g/TznUHxglj2I/AAAAAAAAALc/JPwlE25ZJyA/s1600/2012-02-14+10.18.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5l9vZvnck3g/TznUHxglj2I/AAAAAAAAALc/JPwlE25ZJyA/s320/2012-02-14+10.18.22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The hidden message told me to flip&amp;nbsp;my keyboard. Felt like I'm part of the romantic edition of the amazing race. lol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1R6FvlItCs/TznUKyTUpmI/AAAAAAAAALk/6Ya_pxfHT9c/s1600/2012-02-14+10.18.48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1R6FvlItCs/TznUKyTUpmI/AAAAAAAAALk/6Ya_pxfHT9c/s320/2012-02-14+10.18.48.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;message under my&amp;nbsp;keyboard&amp;nbsp;asked me to open the 3rd row of my drawer.&amp;nbsp;Now, that made sense,&amp;nbsp;early on he was eager in putting my bag inside that drawer, he's concealing his gift after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOGjS4wB7WM/TznUPSftD6I/AAAAAAAAALs/4Zbx7mLMJns/s1600/2012-02-14+10.20.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOGjS4wB7WM/TznUPSftD6I/AAAAAAAAALs/4Zbx7mLMJns/s320/2012-02-14+10.20.27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At last, I finally found it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dldz6nvfdNg/TznUSrKUQrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lW46lfCml3c/s1600/2012-02-14+09.58.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dldz6nvfdNg/TznUSrKUQrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lW46lfCml3c/s320/2012-02-14+09.58.25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is what's inside. It is&amp;nbsp;the "her" version of my anniversary gift to him last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RISmcLp0CzI/TznUW6_7T3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XR3YPC01V3k/s1600/2012-02-14+10.03.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RISmcLp0CzI/TznUW6_7T3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XR3YPC01V3k/s320/2012-02-14+10.03.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To tell you honestly, I was tad expecting this gift, I saw him scouting&amp;nbsp;for this one once.&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;I didn't expect it would be this way.&amp;nbsp;Thank you so much Ba, my love, &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;. Now, this&amp;nbsp;is what Valentine is all about. It's not about the gift, but more on the love you put on it.&amp;nbsp;Labyu lots Ba..mwah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TThD_8wvwbQ/TznUbHxt6DI/AAAAAAAAAME/OQ1_KPvDfeU/s1600/2012-02-14+10.23.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TThD_8wvwbQ/TznUbHxt6DI/AAAAAAAAAME/OQ1_KPvDfeU/s320/2012-02-14+10.23.00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1mSYNtmQKM/TzrnZAtcMeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9y4ci_cOM00/s1600/2012-02-15+06.48.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1mSYNtmQKM/TzrnZAtcMeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9y4ci_cOM00/s200/2012-02-15+06.48.33.jpg" width="200" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62aNpgZaaDc/TzrnWsTYLII/AAAAAAAAAMU/rlQalF0xuyg/s1600/2012-02-15+06.48.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62aNpgZaaDc/TzrnWsTYLII/AAAAAAAAAMU/rlQalF0xuyg/s200/2012-02-15+06.48.11.jpg" width="200" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/536702561247120551-8726505779979461093?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8726505779979461093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8726505779979461093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8726505779979461093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-surprise.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Surprise'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFrK23kDP6w/TznT5bxv_fI/AAAAAAAAALM/IogEulDpKik/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-585418370594765228</id><published>2012-02-14T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T14:12:56.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am a wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers day'/><title type='text'>Happy Heart's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Among all fabricated occasions (read: invented by enterprising minds just so they can have an excuse to&amp;nbsp;sell),&amp;nbsp;Valentine's Day is the least&amp;nbsp;of my favorite. My principle in life changes during this occasion. For instance, I am never a believer of moving dates for convenience, I believe the speciality of the event is taken-out if you celebrate it on different date, but not during Valentine’s day. Another example, in gift giving, I make it a point to give generous gift if budget permits, or execute well-planned, heart-warming, jaw-dropping, tear-jerking surprise on our every milestone, but never for Valentines. I made this realization after I was asked by HBB Flo of my plans, I said “none” (but it’s “yuck” in my mind. lol). I don’t want to corrupt her mind, to each is to own, as they say, maybe some people are not just for valentine and that includes me. But, I still prepare a little something for &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; every year I still don’t want him to be left out. This year, I gave him this: my proof of forever love in a photo frame, simple but says it all. He can put this on his office table or he can use it as a pendant, if&amp;nbsp;he wishes. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1VcOJLyLQjE/Tzh43xSRYzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rrBghtCOhqA/s1600/Untitled2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1VcOJLyLQjE/Tzh43xSRYzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rrBghtCOhqA/s320/Untitled2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"give of love" - heart's day 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z_JYgHvFQg/TznMZ2PoysI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lKngiBYbR_Q/s1600/2012-02-13+15.22.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z_JYgHvFQg/TznMZ2PoysI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lKngiBYbR_Q/s200/2012-02-13+15.22.05.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KON2cas8BGs/TznMfKAtPxI/AAAAAAAAALE/jsokuq01rS8/s1600/2012-02-13+16.09.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KON2cas8BGs/TznMfKAtPxI/AAAAAAAAALE/jsokuq01rS8/s200/2012-02-13+16.09.54.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God is love. Let us celebrate love every day, appreciated love-ones every minute and spread love every second. Happy love day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;PS: Interestingly,&amp;nbsp;this is&amp;nbsp;how the "Valentine's Corner" from this convenient store near our office&amp;nbsp;looks like. See the connection? From chocolates to wines to condoms. Hmmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking? lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1vmFmDaTvo/TzjKTsX_nYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KUuk7rorOno/s1600/2012-02-13+13.06.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1vmFmDaTvo/TzjKTsX_nYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KUuk7rorOno/s320/2012-02-13+13.06.17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJaS4AzrhPg/TzODe8f5SRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0LYwumLmEFY/s1600/270643_2037149761845_1037262799_32298172_6873199_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJaS4AzrhPg/TzODe8f5SRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0LYwumLmEFY/s320/270643_2037149761845_1037262799_32298172_6873199_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; at&amp;nbsp;8 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Caught on cam!&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; Mi&lt;em&gt; bebe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt; refuses her&amp;nbsp;very own grandmommy (yes, my MIL).&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;clear manifestation of stranger anxiety. Stranger anxiety is a condition wherein young children is distressed with the presence of unfamiliar people. These&amp;nbsp;unfamiliar people may simply mean people&amp;nbsp;living outside the premise of their own home, irregardless if they&amp;nbsp;are a&amp;nbsp;family member or a close family friend. Babies tend to be more selective about who to hold them, play with them or even touch them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Babies can begin to develop this as early as 6 months and may last up to toodlerhood.&amp;nbsp;At this time, babies are beginning to gain knowledge that all people are not the same.&amp;nbsp;Again, this is another good sign of mental development, only if taken positively. &lt;em&gt;Mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; started to acquire this at around 8 months and&amp;nbsp;I'm glad to report that she is starting to overcome this situation. I am thankful that&amp;nbsp;relatives like her grandmommy supports and understands her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;How to help&amp;nbsp;babies overcome stranger anxiety:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Don't pressure your baby (and don't feel pressured&amp;nbsp;as well). Allow your baby to be familiar&amp;nbsp; with new faces and situation in their own pace, don't push them to be sociable all at once. Forcing them will make them feel more uncomfortable and would increase their anxiety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Don't ignore baby's&amp;nbsp;distress. What their feeling during these situations are real. Parents should address the upset immediately&amp;nbsp;but without making too big a deal out of it. Parents should&amp;nbsp;provide reassurance by giving&amp;nbsp;lots of affection either by hugging and/or kissing. They should also&amp;nbsp;make it a point&amp;nbsp;to be available when babies are faced with new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Warn your relatives and friends of the situation. These people are most often than not&amp;nbsp;most&amp;nbsp;excited&amp;nbsp;to be with your&amp;nbsp;baby and might feel bad and take it personally if the baby refused to be with them. They must be told to give time and space for your baby to warm-up. Also, teach them techniques on how to approach your baby. They can offer favorite or familiar toys (and wait for the baby to accept it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Start introducing or exposing your baby at an early age. Try to make your baby accustomed to meeting new people. Showing pictures of long-distanced relatives&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;also a good way to familiarize your baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-2554803338632359914?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2554803338632359914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-meltdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/2554803338632359914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/2554803338632359914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-meltdown.html' title='Overcoming Stranger Anxiety'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJaS4AzrhPg/TzODe8f5SRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0LYwumLmEFY/s72-c/270643_2037149761845_1037262799_32298172_6873199_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-6566968077162504461</id><published>2012-02-10T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:04:02.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk formula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tgif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby word'/><title type='text'>Hap-py Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am having a hard time giving &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; her “before to bed milk” now. I had no problem with this ever since. She can finish 1 bottle straight-up even after she just had dinner. It’s part of her sleeping routine of some sorts. But this week, for some unknown reason she suddenly would not want to drink it. Either she just plays with the nipple or snobs it altogether. I am considering shifting to other milk formulas but it still&amp;nbsp;have to pass&amp;nbsp;thorough consideration and&amp;nbsp;approval of &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;. Sounds too bossy, huh? In short, he just needs to&amp;nbsp;choose either: 1) to shift other brands &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;; or 2) shift to other brands &lt;u&gt;after the present formula is consumed&lt;/u&gt;. lol Just kidding, no decision yet, we still have to&amp;nbsp;weight its pros and cons&amp;nbsp;further. Anyhow, we both agreed that her present formula is the best in the market and her behavior might be&amp;nbsp;due from other factors. We still have to observe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Last night as I was &lt;strike&gt;forcing&lt;/strike&gt; asking&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;to drink her milk,&amp;nbsp;I told her sounding&amp;nbsp;frustrated, “Do you know how&amp;nbsp;to make &lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt; happy?&amp;nbsp;Just finish your milk”. Coming from nowhere&amp;nbsp;she said&amp;nbsp;“HAP-PY” in the softest and most angelic voice. It was the sweetest word&amp;nbsp;I ever heard. Did she drink her milk? Forget it! But&amp;nbsp;her &lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is happy, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;TGIF!&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/536702561247120551-6566968077162504461?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6566968077162504461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/hap-py-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6566968077162504461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6566968077162504461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/hap-py-friday.html' title='Hap-py Friday!'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-3835419533896670807</id><published>2012-02-09T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:21:58.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby&apos;s walking guide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stages of baby walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harness-walker'/><title type='text'>Mi Bebe is Walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Walking is one of the baby&amp;nbsp;milestones every&amp;nbsp;parent anticipates. Some babies usually take their first step as early as 11 months, some waits until 18 months. It takes a lot of courage and hard works for babies to be able to walk alone. Allow me to&amp;nbsp;recount&amp;nbsp;here the blow-by-blow&amp;nbsp;development of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;'s walking. I hope&amp;nbsp;you could&amp;nbsp;pick&amp;nbsp;useful&amp;nbsp;data along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Mi bebe &lt;/i&gt;showed interest in walking&amp;nbsp;as early as 4 months,&amp;nbsp;whenever&amp;nbsp;I hold her under her arms, she’ll dangle her legs and push against the floor with her feet,&amp;nbsp;as if walking. She liked that exercise a lot, but the elders say not to push it because her legs are not that strong yet and may affect the development of her hips. I therefore brought this up with&amp;nbsp;her Pedia. According to her Pedia, getting-up and sitting by herself are the best signs of readiness to walk, we have to wait&amp;nbsp;around 7-8 months for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Around 7 months, she was trying to pull herself to a standing position while&amp;nbsp;holding on the sofa. I thought it was the best time to scout for a baby walker. I didn’t want to buy one because I think&amp;nbsp;it is not a good investment&amp;nbsp;and it will only be&amp;nbsp;useful&amp;nbsp;for a short period of time. I just asked from&amp;nbsp;mommy-friends who believed otherwise and are willing to lend their baby's. Around 8 months I was able to put &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mi bebe&lt;/i&gt; on a walker. &lt;em&gt;Mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed every bit of her walker-time, she literally runs around the house with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWlRkGPgd60/TzHe2GSgxvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UVceTlyy9eM/s1600/198724_2070453274412_1037262799_32344979_2203130_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWlRkGPgd60/TzHe2GSgxvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UVceTlyy9eM/s200/198724_2070453274412_1037262799_32344979_2203130_n.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;borrowed from Jico (son of mommy-friend Joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Looking back, I wish I didn’t put her into walker. It didn’t help her gain confidence in walking solo thus made her dependent on support walker gave her. I should have listened to other mommy-friends who told me to just let her&amp;nbsp;cruise (- is a term&amp;nbsp;to describe baby's walking while holding&amp;nbsp;everything possible, from walls to&amp;nbsp;tables to chairs).&amp;nbsp;Just make sure to baby proof your place by putting soft pads on the floor and walls too. I’m a first time &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Nanay&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;next time I know better. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Few days before her 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, she had mastered standing solo. She’s also walking while gripping on our hands. Now, she’s totally dependent with somebody’s guide. We tried to encourage her but somewhere, somehow she can’t get&amp;nbsp;the courage for herself. I&amp;nbsp;started to feel frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KA4QG0c2WA/TzHfb0k1EjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7GaO6p8I2n4/s1600/393556_2310576917353_1037262799_32576226_2085296387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KA4QG0c2WA/TzHfb0k1EjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7GaO6p8I2n4/s200/393556_2310576917353_1037262799_32576226_2085296387_n.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOaf0YY7ZxM/TzHfeZktf5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nyF1kf4vqbk/s1600/383792_2451525334009_1428284327_32167093_1246596690_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOaf0YY7ZxM/TzHfeZktf5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nyF1kf4vqbk/s200/383792_2451525334009_1428284327_32167093_1246596690_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; was turning 15 months when I had a chance to talk with mommy-friend Val. I told her my concern. She assured me that &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; is perfectly normal and I just need to be patient in dealing with her. She even suggested to make use of the diaper cloth as harness-walker (it’s a traditional and effective way to walk-train babies in the Philippines. Just wrap the cloth diaper around baby’s body and presto, instant walker). That made sense,&amp;nbsp;I realized &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; needs to be assured of her safety. If nobody’s holding her yet she doesn’t&amp;nbsp;stumble, then&amp;nbsp;she'll acquire&amp;nbsp;the confidence she needs to walk. That's when&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;remembered that we bought her harness type walker when she was just 8 months. It was kept in the bin and left unused. Now is the perfect time to test its purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYm1llpcbbM/TzHe5PGCXYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QPNOMxFxksE/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYm1llpcbbM/TzHe5PGCXYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QPNOMxFxksE/s200/photo3.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gGcby6RtZ0Y/TzHfkJz3soI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RBS1-odbm_Y/s200/photo2.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qn77le63DI/TzHfgzPfW7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/E-BKpTgcZBE/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7qn77le63DI/TzHfgzPfW7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/E-BKpTgcZBE/s200/photo1.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In less than 2 weeks of use, &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; was able to walk solo. After 15 months and 2 days, she finally was able to walk on her own. What a joy! &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;There’s free pizza for everybody in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8adb4a4d54c05ba8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8adb4a4d54c05ba8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331430482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64DA5729C09393F8F36CAC9A3319FB669464476A.6C38F028156433399FD1EDFA9D0FFE90449D7BD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8adb4a4d54c05ba8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3lWx29pZSqlQqDjwCykmBF24rU4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8adb4a4d54c05ba8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331430482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64DA5729C09393F8F36CAC9A3319FB669464476A.6C38F028156433399FD1EDFA9D0FFE90449D7BD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8adb4a4d54c05ba8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3lWx29pZSqlQqDjwCykmBF24rU4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/536702561247120551-3835419533896670807?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3835419533896670807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/mi-bebe-is-walking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/3835419533896670807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/3835419533896670807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/mi-bebe-is-walking.html' title='Mi Bebe is Walking!'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWlRkGPgd60/TzHe2GSgxvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UVceTlyy9eM/s72-c/198724_2070453274412_1037262799_32344979_2203130_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-6523983885467421505</id><published>2012-02-08T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:30:27.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal hygiene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby grooming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips on nail cutting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail cutting'/><title type='text'>Cutting Baby Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;By practice, I only cut &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;'s nail when she's asleep because I think it is the most convenient time for both of us. I will not be anxious of hurting her and she will not be upset with the refrained hand movements. I cut her nails on a weekly basis, when she was younger, I cut her nails twice per week, baby’s nail tends to grow faster and&amp;nbsp;become a natural sharp weapon that can scratch not only them but you as well. For me, it is best to cut nails after day bath because 1) nails are still soft and 2) there is ample light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But last weekend, I tried cutting her nails, while she's awake. I did this because I think it’s about time to make her aware of good grooming and personal hygiene.&amp;nbsp;Besides, she can already&amp;nbsp;comprehend I can already tell her my purpose and ask her to be still. I'd like to share some pointers here, with your indulgence your honors. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1) You may hold the baby on your lap to get a good position or put her hand on your lap (as shown below). Make sure to have a good nail clippers. For &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;, I did not bother&amp;nbsp;buy&amp;nbsp;baby clippers, just the regular one with good grip and small cutting edge. It is specifically for her use alone, as should be (for sanitary purpose). But I still make it a point to wipe it with cotton with alcohol before and after every use. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiQkRvnOITU/Ty97m6pkKsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IZ4K1vFYhos/s1600/image+(1).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiQkRvnOITU/Ty97m6pkKsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IZ4K1vFYhos/s320/image+(1).jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After cutting the first nail above, she became impatient and less interested with what I’m doing. I must admit I was slow, I’m just being careful. So, I moved to&amp;nbsp;her toe nails instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy-r-kQ0uDI/Ty97p1ktOkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3S_PZ-po4Hk/s1600/image+(2).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy-r-kQ0uDI/Ty97p1ktOkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3S_PZ-po4Hk/s320/image+(2).jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) I let her play with her toys to keep her mind away from the cutting. And I also entertained her by singing her favorite song. It worked! I was able to finished 10 toe nails.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VViICqd-Luk/Ty97sGlLs-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/1H17jFhW2ws/s1600/image+(3).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VViICqd-Luk/Ty97sGlLs-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/1H17jFhW2ws/s320/image+(3).jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;what's up with&amp;nbsp;that expression &lt;em&gt;bebe&lt;/em&gt;? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;4) So I tried my luck on the finger nails again, but at this point she's already too sleepy. I was only able to cut one nail again, then I put her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oiTmiEZPgs/Ty97um9JzXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uTPauCeZNzI/s1600/image+(4).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oiTmiEZPgs/Ty97um9JzXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uTPauCeZNzI/s320/image+(4).jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;5)&amp;nbsp;I was able to&amp;nbsp;finish the remaining finger nails the usual way - while she's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhBJRNU94NI/Ty97wQ-AUtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-way8EjqsuQ/s1600/image+(5).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhBJRNU94NI/Ty97wQ-AUtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-way8EjqsuQ/s320/image+(5).jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I made sure, I took the thumb first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;6) Nice try! Let's do this again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGRozFt0vcQ/Ty97ygDAbKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uUYRsQw7ES0/s1600/image+(6).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGRozFt0vcQ/Ty97ygDAbKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uUYRsQw7ES0/s320/image+(6).jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Additional tip: Don't cut nails by bitting it off. Stupid right? Just stressing it out,&amp;nbsp;in case it&amp;nbsp;crossed your mind. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-6523983885467421505?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6523983885467421505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/cutting-baby-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6523983885467421505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6523983885467421505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/cutting-baby-nails.html' title='Cutting Baby Nails'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiQkRvnOITU/Ty97m6pkKsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IZ4K1vFYhos/s72-c/image+(1).jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-2336975644321991446</id><published>2012-02-07T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:45:45.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><title type='text'>Party Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I already &lt;a href="http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-girls.html" target="_blank"&gt;told&lt;/a&gt; you I am lucky to be working with friends around, but I did not mention that we were actually 4 in the group, we were called the G-Girls (G stands for GGAO our office acronym).&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;was just unfortunate that she had to go&amp;nbsp;for a chance to grow, career wise. We tried to talk her around but after sometime, we let her be. Who are we to hinder her growth? We still see each other every once in a while especially during family affairs. I am a godmother to her daughter and &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; is a self-proclaimed godfather (to be) to her son. I'd like to think we have a lot in common, we’re on the same age and I believe&amp;nbsp;we're&amp;nbsp; on the same wave length. She’s witty and bitchy-sweet. She’s the only one capable of being brutally frank and funny at the same time. She’s a friend to her hubby, a cool and dedicated mommy, good sister and loving daughter all at the same time. I miss her, especially now&amp;nbsp;that I’m raising a kid of my own. How I wish we can exchange notes on&amp;nbsp;motherhood every lunch and snack times and coffee breaks and chitchat times and every time in between. She’s Val btw, and it’s her birthday. Happy birthday party girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Below is the tribute we played during her farewell lunch in the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-254870622c6fa711" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D254870622c6fa711%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331430482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28A8DBCC7E66999A37065A7D87D7934FF1CB82ED.7A08566FAFC962D7ACD965A163741B95F1E7D41A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D254870622c6fa711%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1iZnXWmX5d07KafMSVhwGbPP5WI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D254870622c6fa711%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331430482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28A8DBCC7E66999A37065A7D87D7934FF1CB82ED.7A08566FAFC962D7ACD965A163741B95F1E7D41A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D254870622c6fa711%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1iZnXWmX5d07KafMSVhwGbPP5WI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-2336975644321991446?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2336975644321991446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/party-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/2336975644321991446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/2336975644321991446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/party-girl.html' title='Party Girl!'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-3409726147256005963</id><published>2012-02-06T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:59:35.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SALN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PIB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby&apos;s development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SALN new form'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Productivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Productive weekend. That's sums up the weekend that was. Actually it was &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; who's been productive during those days, I'd like to make an in-depth post on what transcribed over the last 2 days (so watch out for it, I will link it here for future reference) but now let me just give you an overview: 1) she was able&amp;nbsp;to &lt;a href="http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/mi-bebe-is-walking.html" target="_blank"&gt;walk alone&lt;/a&gt;, 2) I was able to &lt;a href="http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/cutting-baby-nails.html" target="_blank"&gt;cut her nails&lt;/a&gt; while she's awake, and 3) she's slowly overcoming her stranger anxiety (yes, this is different from &lt;a href="http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/separation-anxiety.html" target="_blank"&gt;separation anxiety&lt;/a&gt; I've discussed the other time, now you know babies passes through different kinds of anxieties). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I still can’t get-over the weekend, but reality bites. Whether I don't like it or I don't like it, I have to leave home and report for work. Anyway, I trust that I’ll be productive in the office myself. Today we are scheduled to attend a lecture on the&amp;nbsp;guidelines in the use of the revised form of the&amp;nbsp;Statements of Assets, Liabilities and Networth or simply “the controversial” SALN. I say controversial because its all over news nowadays, as&amp;nbsp;it is one of the grounds of the impeachment case filed against the chief justice. Per RA No. 6713, all government officers and employees are mandated to submit under oath, their individual/joint SALNs annually. In my case, I jointly file it with &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; since SALN declares the income, properties (real or personal), expenses, loans payable and the difference thereof of all the earning-member within the household. So, there is no need for us to file separately since we live under one household. Again, &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; and I both work for the government under one agency but different offices (he’s an IT and I’m on the budgetary affairs, no nepotism whatsoever). In today’s lecture, the contents and the know-hows on filling the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://excell.csc.gov.ph/FORMS/revised_SALNform.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;revised form&lt;/a&gt; will be explained, (the one you see in the senate hearings is the old form). The Civil Service Commission already issued revised form since 2008 but the use of it was suspended due to numerous request/complaints from declarants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Aside from that, I am also anticipating for another productivity in the name of Productivity Incentive Bonus. This is a&amp;nbsp;bonus generated from the agency's savings. We are asked to submit accomplishments based on targets for the given period of time. Your point score has the corresponding monetary value, e.g. 9.5-10 = &lt;s style="text-line-through: double;"&gt;P&lt;/s&gt;3,000, 7.51-9.49=&lt;s style="text-line-through: double;"&gt; P&lt;/s&gt;2,000 and 4.01 – 7.5 = &lt;s style="text-line-through: double;"&gt;P&lt;/s&gt;1,000, no monetary reward for scores lower than 4. Now, that is the kind of productivity I want, government employees (me especially) are shallow like that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-3409726147256005963?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3409726147256005963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/productivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/3409726147256005963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/3409726147256005963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/productivity.html' title='Productivity'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-164445146885498725</id><published>2012-02-03T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:26:37.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to deal baby with separation anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips on separation anxiety'/><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As I already implied on my previous &lt;a href="http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/obsessive-compulsive-oc-momma.html" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, we leave the house very early just so we can avail of the employees’ privilege of riding in the office’s shuttle bus. Today is no exception, only with a slight difference&amp;nbsp;with the routine. As early as our waking time, &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; was also already awake (did we awaken her? I’m sure.). But unlike most kids, &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; is vibrant as soon as she sets&amp;nbsp;her awake mode - ON. She would greet you with the sweetest and the most irresistible smile in the world. She’s energetic and ready to play whatever time it is, may it be dawn just like today. We were bit behind our morning schedule because as I told you she is irresistible. But are petting needed&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;cut short because we have to&amp;nbsp;face the fact that we have to say&amp;nbsp;bye-byes. Did she cry? Of course, she&amp;nbsp;cried. It’s normal to kids her age and it is termed as Separation Anxiety. During&amp;nbsp;child’s younger years, crying, tantrums, or clinging are healthy reactions to separation. In fact, it is said that the child’s brain is functioning accordingly. See, &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;'s reaction was&amp;nbsp;brought&amp;nbsp;about by her intelligence. Separation anxiety can begin before a child’s turns one and/or may last until they are four years old. But, you can ease your child’s separation anxiety by staying patient and consistent, and by gently but firmly setting limits. Overtime, I have gained skill in dealing with &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;’s separation anxiety&amp;nbsp;by doing the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Practice separation. I did this by leaving her with her yaya for a brief period and short distances, say I just go to the other room and come back after few minutes. In that way she will feel&amp;nbsp;secured that you will be back whenever you leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Schedule separations after naps or feedings. Simply because, kids are in the mood when rested and they are more irritated and prone to separation anxiety when they’re tired or hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Develop a “goodbye” ritual. Don’t just disappear when they are not looking (this is the most common Filipino parents’ mistake), tell your kid you just need to go and will be back as soon as possible. Goodbyes reassure your child that they will be just fine, while a ritual can be as simple as a special wave or a goodbye kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Make new surroundings familiar. When the family is away from home, let the kids bring a familiar object, it will provide them a feel-at-home vibe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Leave without fanfare.&amp;nbsp;Just go, don’t go back, don't look back. Sounds cruel, but don't you think repeating her anxiety when you leave again is more cruel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Try not to give in with your emotion. Don’t think my heart do not break when I hear her cry, to be honest I cry one myself but I just have to be firm and consistent which in turn will benefit &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-164445146885498725?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/164445146885498725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/separation-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/164445146885498725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/164445146885498725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/separation-anxiety.html' title='Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-475006474467492199</id><published>2012-02-02T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:27:57.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>15th Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; is growing fast. Everyday, she surprises us with something we never thought she would know or recall. She’s only 15 months. She cannot utter a full word but she communicates. She responds to conversations like “who’s you &lt;em&gt;Tatay&lt;/em&gt;?” (she points to wherever her &lt;em&gt;Tatay&lt;/em&gt; is), “do you want milk?” (she nods), “let’s feed mash” or “let’s go out” (she automatically asked to be carried). She can gesture a dance move she once saw, she remembers each game we introduced her, she mumble syllables as if singing (you can name that tune). She identifies thing that belongs to her, she calls her favorite doll “bie”, and she grabs her pillow whenever she’s sleepy. She’s happy when we read her a book, she can count ‘til 5 with her finger. She’s techie-baby too, she can navigate her &lt;em&gt;Tatay&lt;/em&gt;’s iPhone, turn-off a laptop and use a cellphone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At 15 months, she already shared fair amount of tantrums. Had made her &lt;em&gt;Tatay&lt;/em&gt; mad with her stubbornness, and made me disappointed especially during meal times. She makes me worry with her roughness with kids when she gets excited&amp;nbsp;and concerns me with her stranger anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; is exactly 15 months today, she cannot say an understandable, clear and full word, she still cannot walk on her own, she tests our patience at times, but she never fails to make us happy. She simply is our breath of fresh air.&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/536702561247120551-475006474467492199?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/475006474467492199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/15th-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/475006474467492199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/475006474467492199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/15th-month.html' title='15th Month'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-7336942572280945966</id><published>2012-02-01T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:25:26.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to blog'/><title type='text'>Welcome February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Feb. 1 today, 1 month of 2012 had pass in a blink. As they say, before we knew it, it's Christmas again. Today, is my blog's half-monthsary too, can you believe it I&amp;nbsp;survived! On that note, I would like to share what blogging has made me so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1) It got me hooked. And I’m nearing addiction. My mind is always on the compose mode, even in my sleep. I rarely talk, I barely listen to anything. My eyes are glued on the monitor. I’m always on the go when I eat, 1 cup of rice will only take me 5 spoonfuulllls&amp;nbsp;to finish (new talent here). I am now planning to shift my career, from a full-time government employee/part-time blogger, to a full-time blogger/part-time government employee. Just kidding boss! Ofcourse, it's all in exaggerations. But blogging made me articulate and provides mind exercise. Freestyle writing is as challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2) I gained fan base. Which &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; established&amp;nbsp;(I think he is the only member too). He always read my posts and compliments me for my good writing (he’s my husband, what do you expect?). One time he told me “I like your post about me momma”, I said “Really? That’s my blog’s name (you *#4=$*!)”, he said “Ah, right, your latest post I mean”. He also supports me by listening to my ecstatic stories of success. On different scenario I told him I had 7 audiences from Russia, he said “Oh, that’s good. You’ll never know, this might be your chance to be famous, we can always migrate to Russia”. I just love &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3) I’m web sociable. I now have guts to comment on blog entries, I am no longer shy to&amp;nbsp;bare my identity and I already asked 3 of my&amp;nbsp;favorite bloggers for exchange links and they all.. did not reply. No worries, I still don’t know how to put blog link on my page anyway. lol Let’s all take our time (but please somebody teach me how).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4) I'm a celebrity now. I found out that one of my posts was featured &lt;a href="http://www.oscarseek.com/search/?q=escalator+safety&amp;amp;scope=local" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's&amp;nbsp;the OscarSeek Website&amp;nbsp;as he describes his site,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oscar likes to explore the internet and add his favorite topics to this website&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt; Thank you for&amp;nbsp;including my post&amp;nbsp;in your site.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;As to how, don't ask me. I'm also as clueless, old time bloggers may criticize me and say its usual, but&amp;nbsp;I'm not&amp;nbsp;an old timer so its unsual to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’m in love with blogging now, I super enjoy it to the point that I forgot that my main motivation is to earn (I'll get to that sometime).&amp;nbsp;As of&amp;nbsp;press time,&amp;nbsp;I turned down 2 ice cream invites.&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/536702561247120551-7336942572280945966?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7336942572280945966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/welcome-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/7336942572280945966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/7336942572280945966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/welcome-february.html' title='Welcome February'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-3868606910862816162</id><published>2012-01-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:28:26.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmamma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OC mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessive compulsive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk preparation'/><title type='text'>Obsessive Compulsive (OC) MomMa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My middle name is OC I forgot to tell. Working &lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt; plus being OC equates paranoia. You see, I’m out of the house more than half of the ideal waking time [to do precise math its around 13 hours a day - 8&amp;nbsp;hours in the office, 1 hour lunch break, 4 hours on the road back and forth (that long? You can blame it to our shuttle bus driver. Not that he drives slow, the opposite actually, he’s just&amp;nbsp;a loner, he wants to be alone on the road, &lt;strike&gt;imagine we leave at 0515 and we’re in the office at 0545 when our official office time starts at 0800 and we can’t do anything to protest because&lt;/strike&gt;, sorry different story)],&amp;nbsp;which only&amp;nbsp;means I’m not there to look after &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;during day time. Some say I’m lucky my retired Mama is there to supervise &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;’s yaya. At the back of my mind, I say not really. Although a day is not enough to give credit to &lt;em&gt;Mother&lt;/em&gt; for taking care of precious &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;, the same length of time is as not enough to vent my issues with her. Let’s not talk about the positive aspect, it’s already given, she’s the grandmamma, the love, care and affection cannot be questioned. I will just name few of my rants: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1) She is a spoiler, well most, if not all, grandparents are. So whatever &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; wants she gets it through her Lola. If she wants the remote control to be her teether, she can have it. If she wants to walk barefooted, so be it. I bet they’re sharing spoon too if I'm not on the look. Such mortal sins to us&amp;nbsp;OCs you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2) She’s not OC like me. You can just&amp;nbsp;imagine how I argue with her every time I see the bottle is left&amp;nbsp;uncovered, the cloth diaper&amp;nbsp;is on the floor and forgotten, when she carries &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; without disinfecting with alcohol and the like. Simple things that only OC nanay will dare create an argument with. Which lead me to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3) I can never win. What can I do, I’m still the daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My OC remedy is to prepare everything ahead. When I say everything, I mean everything - from her toiletries, to her dress for the day, to her diapers, to her vitamins and most especially her milk. Only I (or &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;) can touch and scoop the milk from the can, you know for sanitary purposes. Daily, either of us will pre-scoop her milk and place it&amp;nbsp;in a milk dispenser,&amp;nbsp;we also prepare the water for milk beforehand by&amp;nbsp;putting the right amount of water on every feeding bottle. All they have to do is&amp;nbsp;to mix together&amp;nbsp;and shake. I even required them to fill-up the chart I made to monitor her diaper changes and milk intakes (and I verify it mind you). I also check on everything as I arrive home.&amp;nbsp;I ask her yaya to wash every washable toy, the water basin she uses and the bottle dryer every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But one day, &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; lectured me about trust. He told me, “learn to trust people around our &lt;em&gt;bebe&lt;/em&gt;” they will not mean&amp;nbsp;and will never cause harm. He even told me that a little germ will even help develop natural antibodies to our &lt;em&gt;bebe&lt;/em&gt;’s immune system. Being a submissive wife that I am, I dutifully took his advice by heart. So from then on, I do not impose on the&amp;nbsp;chart thingy anymore.&amp;nbsp;Life goes on as usual. =)&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/536702561247120551-3868606910862816162?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3868606910862816162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/obsessive-compulsive-oc-momma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/3868606910862816162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/3868606910862816162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/02/obsessive-compulsive-oc-momma.html' title='Obsessive Compulsive (OC) MomMa'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-8417895569127640138</id><published>2012-01-30T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:22:36.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show for kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show regulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9mMCQJtRCM/TyYqaKnJdPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FkxQhyIYzAw/s1600/220px-Simpsons_on_Tracey_Ullman.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9mMCQJtRCM/TyYqaKnJdPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FkxQhyIYzAw/s1600/220px-Simpsons_on_Tracey_Ullman.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Simpson Family&amp;nbsp;as they first appeared in The Tracey Ullman Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Simpsons is the longest-running animated television series in the US today, its Guinness Book of World Record certified. The show is an animated-satire,&amp;nbsp;spoofing the present state of the (US) society - may it be political, religious and even showbiz – as depicted in the lifestyle of a typical family, who lived in a town called “Springfield”. Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa, and Maggie simply poke fun at everything and anything. With their subversive humor and wit, the family never fails to leave a valuable lesson at every episode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh well, who doesn't know The Simpsons anyway? I practically grew-up loving this&amp;nbsp;cartoon.&amp;nbsp;And I love it more that the characters do not physically age&amp;nbsp;and still appear just as they did, it gives me nostalgic effect﻿. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDEefhv5-rM/TyY0tnFoeGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Cdvm-Z8vn3I/s1600/The-best-top-desktop-hd-simpsons-wallpapers-the-simpsons-wallpaper-03-the-simpsons-background.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDEefhv5-rM/TyY0tnFoeGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Cdvm-Z8vn3I/s320/The-best-top-desktop-hd-simpsons-wallpapers-the-simpsons-wallpaper-03-the-simpsons-background.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Homer, Marge, Lisa, Maggie and Bart stars in thier own animated show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Last weekend, as &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; was browsing the tube for a show to watch, he came across with the Simpsons. As a fan, I demanded (understatement actually) that we stay-tuned. And to my surprise, even &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; liked it. Although I’m not sure whether she understood, at least she paid attention. As a &lt;em&gt;Nanay&lt;/em&gt;, the Simpsons is one of the shows I would allow &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; to watch (at her age, with supervision ofcourse). I’m confident that although the Simpson&amp;nbsp;family is dysfunctional, many episodes examine their relationships with one another and they often shown to care with each other. Moral family values still rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"&gt;﻿Before I forget, this morning flag raising's host was very generous to give away free donuts to all. Lucky me, donut is one of my favorite snacks. I think I can live&amp;nbsp;with donut overload&amp;nbsp;just like Homer Simpson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4glvUKje7M/TyZGANn-jOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bqbswRlo6ss/s1600/homer_donuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-8417895569127640138?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8417895569127640138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/simpsons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8417895569127640138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8417895569127640138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/simpsons.html' title='The Simpsons'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9mMCQJtRCM/TyYqaKnJdPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FkxQhyIYzAw/s72-c/220px-Simpsons_on_Tracey_Ullman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-4141681594353522767</id><published>2012-01-27T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:23:25.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tgif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mother’s Day in the Philippines and in most of the world is celebrated annually on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Sunday of May. It is&amp;nbsp;a day where in the sacrifices of mothers are honored and their influence to the society is celebrated. Mother’s day Grinch would tell you that it is only a fabrication of enterprising minds. It is just a marketing strategy to promote whatever it is that they want to sell. I am a mother, but yes I agree with the Grinch. I don’t believe a single day would be enough to&amp;nbsp;honor&amp;nbsp;mothers with gift and pampering. As a working mother like me, just seeing &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; cries as I leave for work is a sacrifice on its own, that’s why that glow on her face when she sees me home is my most precious gift of the day. Don’t get me wrong (esp. &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;), I’m still not the Grinch, I would still want to receive material gifts.&amp;nbsp;lol&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This year, Mother's Day falls on the 13th of&amp;nbsp;May. Why do I talk about this on the 4th week of Jan.? Too early you think, not really. Because it’s the weekend! I’m going to be a full time Nanay for the succeeding days&amp;nbsp;and I’m glad, I’m happy, I’m gay. It’s more tiring&amp;nbsp;than by just sitting in front of my office's PC, I tell you,&amp;nbsp;but I love it all the more. Ehem, paging &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;, I will be delighted if you have&amp;nbsp;a “mother’s day gift” for me&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. (wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Happy mother’s day to all working moms! Let's enjoy our kiddos this weekend. &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/536702561247120551-4141681594353522767?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4141681594353522767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mothers-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/4141681594353522767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/4141681594353522767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mothers-day-weekend.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-530831765000144371</id><published>2012-01-26T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:00:36.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook timeline'/><title type='text'>Facebook Timeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seen below&amp;nbsp;is my current profile picture on Facebook. This was taken during my MIL’s Christmas treat in Tagaytay last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iU5QA7fZLiE/TyCy0ZVH_fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/id1mCH9hIk8/s1600/381747_2451520933899_1428284327_32167077_2083765106_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iU5QA7fZLiE/TyCy0ZVH_fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/id1mCH9hIk8/s320/381747_2451520933899_1428284327_32167077_2083765106_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;my kids!&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I heard from the news that Facebook is about to enforce the Timeline Setting&amp;nbsp;to all its active social networkers. It is still optional until now, but on Monday, Timeline is going to be mandatory - read: the profile page we know and love will be totally revamped -&amp;nbsp;whether we like it or not. &lt;/span&gt;Via the official Facebook blog, the site announced, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Last year we introduced timeline, a new kind of profile that lets you highlight the photos, posts and life events that help you tell your story. Over the next few weeks, everyone will get timeline. When you get timeline, you'll have 7 days to preview what's there now. This gives you a chance to add or hide whatever you want before anyone else sees it”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;People over the web make fuss about this, they say it exposes their entire networking history. They say, it reincarnates off pictures and posts that they might have wanted to forget. If you ask me, I also dislike Timeline, but that is just because I don’t like how it looks, to quote my friend, “it looks so Friendster-ish”, I do not like the photos screaming at your face and your whereabout is so stalker-friendly (I read that photo and albums can now be tagged with locations). Nice thing is that, Timeline comes with “hide” button. Which btw annoys me as well, I just don’t get why people post something that they really would not want to be seen. Users should be responsible with everything they post over these sites, once you post something,&amp;nbsp;face it,&amp;nbsp;it becomes public property, if you don’t want any comments and whatnots from seers, then don’t post, simple. I believe it’s the main reason why Facebook regulates the age of its users - R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-I-L-I-T-Y. If I may barrow GMA 7’s tagline “Think before you click” – that sums it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes, I’m&amp;nbsp;furious, did you feel it? That’s because we are not allowed to Facebook&amp;nbsp;here in the&amp;nbsp;office! How can we be friends, oh dear Timeline, if we’re restricted like that. :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/536702561247120551-530831765000144371?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/530831765000144371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-timeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/530831765000144371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/530831765000144371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-timeline.html' title='Facebook Timeline'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iU5QA7fZLiE/TyCy0ZVH_fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/id1mCH9hIk8/s72-c/381747_2451520933899_1428284327_32167077_2083765106_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-8773911996797372044</id><published>2012-01-25T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:40:53.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentation of pups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragon baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog breeder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog papers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chidlhood dreams'/><title type='text'>Dragon Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;According to Chinese tradition, Dragon babies - those born in the year of the Dragon - are believed to be blessed with good fortune, luck, power and strength. And so many couples plan to have their children during the lunar year or Dragon year. Couples are also believed to conceive until about May 2 so that their babies will be born in the Year of the Dragon (&lt;a href="http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/286566/20120124/chinese-new-year-2012-dragon-baby-boom.htm" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hmmmm. No wonder &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;mi esposo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was insinuating the other day.hahaha No, we're not planning for another baby yet,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;mi bebe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is way too young to be an ate,&amp;nbsp;he was just playing around. Ironically, I can't help but recall my day-dreaming days, I always wanted a baby born on the year of the Tiger. It is my belief that a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tiger in the house is the very best protection against&amp;nbsp;burglary. Yes,&amp;nbsp;I’m shallow like that. My SIL who knew this dream&amp;nbsp;teased me that my chance of having a tiger baby&amp;nbsp;was diminishing (it was Feb. that time)&amp;nbsp;and I conceded. But lady luck was on my side, on&amp;nbsp;April we found out that I am 8 weeks on the family way. We had &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; on that specific Chinese year, it must be will power that worked. Hold-on,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; must be seriously joking alright or his &lt;strike&gt;charm&lt;/strike&gt; will power might worked too.lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Incidentally, we are actually expecting dragon babies (I am hoping it would be more than 1). Our little pet daughter Mash (a pug) is pregnant! We’re excited grandparents. It will be her first born after 2 unsuccessful studs. &lt;em&gt;Mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; as an expert dog breeder is making sure that everything about her pregnancy is well taken care of – from her vitamins down to the registration papers and documentations of her pups. Have I already said we’re excited grandparents? Oh yes, we are excited grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/536702561247120551-8773911996797372044?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8773911996797372044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/dragon-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8773911996797372044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8773911996797372044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/dragon-baby.html' title='Dragon Baby'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-8676930824374878878</id><published>2012-01-24T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:01:23.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AO 103'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electricity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='directives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utility expense'/><title type='text'>Save on Electric Consumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was assigned to summarize/comment&amp;nbsp;on the submitted report of&amp;nbsp;this agency regarding the&amp;nbsp;savings generated in view&amp;nbsp;of the implementation of the Administrative Order (AO)&amp;nbsp;No. 103, s. 2004. AO No. 103 is a directive&amp;nbsp;to all NGAs, SUCs, GOCCs, GFIs and OGCEs to adopt austerity measures in the government. The document on my hand specifically reports&amp;nbsp;their accomplishment base on "&lt;em&gt;Section 1: (b) reduction of atleast 10% in the cost xxx - (2)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;consumption of fuel, water, office supplies, electricity and other utilities xxx"&lt;/em&gt; (read&amp;nbsp;the whole content of the said&amp;nbsp;AO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.chanrobles.com/administrativeorders/administrativeorderno103-2004.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In times like this, where price shoots-up uncontrollably, we really need to come-up with ways and means to lessen utility&amp;nbsp;expenses. If this agency can do, the more we must in our households (no AOs needed),&amp;nbsp;especially it’s our hard earned money whose going to pay for&amp;nbsp;it. On that note, I’ve listed few tips&amp;nbsp;to save-up electric consumption, these are all do-able and effective base on my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Choose lesser evil (or which appliance is more important at a given time). If you have to turn-on the A/C during your kid's (humid) afternoon nap, then turn-off the fridge (2-3 hours will not harm food stored in the fridge especially if nobody opens its door). Also, set the A/C’s timer at night. (Again, 2-3 hours is enough to cool you down, your electric fan can do the rest). Try sleep pooling (sleeping together in one room will prevent you to turn-on A/Cs in individual rooms).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Schedule ironing and laundries (again, apply tip #1 here). In our family of 3, we iron our clothes bi-monthly and laundry’s weekly. Preferably, do these in the morning while you can still use the natural light and most importantly no inviting shows available on the tube (no interesting show means no peaking on the TV while doing your chore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Before you sleep or goes out of the house, remember to unplug all unused&amp;nbsp;appliances and double check if&amp;nbsp;the lights are off&amp;nbsp;(self-explanatory here). It’s also safer that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; During over-humid days, you can always refer to your favorite mall. You can surely save-up on your electric consumption (just be ready with additional shopping expense.lol)&amp;nbsp;&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/536702561247120551-8676930824374878878?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8676930824374878878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/save-on-electric-consumption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8676930824374878878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/8676930824374878878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/save-on-electric-consumption.html' title='Save on Electric Consumption'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-885134729992472194</id><published>2012-01-20T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:01:41.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tgif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiapo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiapo day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black nazarene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veneration'/><title type='text'>Quiapo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In my opinion, Quiapo must be the busiest district in Manila. I remember my teacher back in HS said, “if you’re lost, go to Quiapo and you will surely find your way home”. Why not, every possible bound routes to that side of the metro. I technically grew-up in Quiapo, my school addresses there, it’s been my home for almost a decade, and it’s very proximate to where I work now. I love the place and proud of it, notwithstanding the bad impression people have on it. Quiapo taught me to be street-smart, it taught me brotherhood and camaraderie, to treat people with respect to be reciprocated. There’s beauty to that place if you only dared look at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But my teacher’s statement may also have different meaning. If you analyze it, it may also be read as “lost soul, pray at Quiapo Church and it will lead you back home”. As everybody knows, Quiapo is where the famous Minor Basilica of the Black Nazarene, or simply the Quiapo Church, houses. Devotees visit the Church to offer their burden and pray for intercession. This veneration was said started with Filipinos who identified themselves with the poverty and daily struggles and tribulations of Jesus, which the Black Nazarene represents. Every Friday, the Church offers novena to all devotees, it is also locally known as the Quiapo Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today, Friday, Flo and I went to Quiapo. Well, how do you know?&amp;nbsp;We went&amp;nbsp;shopping. Didn't I tell you Quiapo is a bargain haven? So, we shopped&amp;nbsp;- with our hearts&amp;nbsp;out&amp;nbsp;and 'til the last penny&amp;nbsp;dropped. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;TGIF!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-885134729992472194?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/885134729992472194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/quiapo-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/885134729992472194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/885134729992472194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/quiapo-day.html' title='Quiapo Day'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-6251228865201297390</id><published>2012-01-19T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:02:00.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='themed party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubix cube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s era'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Back to the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;That was our agency's 2011 Christmas party theme. We were all enjoined to dress-up in our best&amp;nbsp;80's attire&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;grove to the 80's music. I&amp;nbsp;must commend the committee who led the preparations, they&amp;nbsp;did their homework very well (read:&amp;nbsp;it’s their era&amp;nbsp;I'm sure. lol). All the aspects of the party were keenly taken care of. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You’ll be time warp once you stepped-out of the grounds. The set-up, props, decorations and even the background music were all in theme. Randy Santiago, our guest performer, represents! The color of the surrounding can never be mistaken to any other era. Colorful balls and rubix cubes served as our dinner table centerpiece. Since, I was not lucky enough to be picked at the raffle, I took home the rubix cube, no hard feeling what so ever. lol &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last night, as we were all in our&amp;nbsp;PJs and ready to call it a night, &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; was still-up for her last hooray.&amp;nbsp;She reached for the&amp;nbsp;rubix cube at&amp;nbsp;our bed's side table and&amp;nbsp;as if she's solving&amp;nbsp;it. Good thing &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; was quick to document it. Look at this bright little&amp;nbsp;girl and notice the "do not disturb,&amp;nbsp;I'm concentrating"&amp;nbsp;expression she's trying to convey. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b822fa857c27b9f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db822fa857c27b9f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331430482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8821EBF1EF9EDD1C1CA76AADFB7F54F5DC15D4A.3E732FB3AD69DB7E0F0C536722B69D393814879D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db822fa857c27b9f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRAS7fL0jZsRPNuHKLH2_gJj-g9A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db822fa857c27b9f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331430482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8821EBF1EF9EDD1C1CA76AADFB7F54F5DC15D4A.3E732FB3AD69DB7E0F0C536722B69D393814879D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db822fa857c27b9f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRAS7fL0jZsRPNuHKLH2_gJj-g9A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-6251228865201297390?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6251228865201297390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-80s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6251228865201297390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6251228865201297390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-80s.html' title='Back to the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-208329528415144588</id><published>2012-01-18T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:02:28.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='officemates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You can never have true friends in your work place, they say. That&amp;nbsp;may be true&amp;nbsp;at one point, because co-employees&amp;nbsp;have interest and&amp;nbsp;competing perspectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. But that does&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;apply to&amp;nbsp;me. I’m one lucky person who has colleagues who can be considered true friends. And they just celebrated their respective birthdays this month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Born on the 13th - Flor/Flo (she writes her name that way): She's&amp;nbsp;one of my HBBs, we met since forever. We live&amp;nbsp;in the same village, our families&amp;nbsp;know each other, classmates at Grade 1, separated for &amp;nbsp;awhile, and then back as&amp;nbsp;classmates/seatmates/ chatmates/cheatmates/twins/triplets (with her real&amp;nbsp;twin)/barkada/tropa from 1st&amp;nbsp;to 4th year high. Separated&amp;nbsp;in college, and reunited again when she recruited me (and &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;to serve the country. As noble as it may sound, that just means officemates/IMmates/shuttlemates/tropa&amp;nbsp;to us.&amp;nbsp;=) I know, with the boyfriend around, this was her best birthday so far.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdAeeLkA-PA/TxY_jcwl5II/AAAAAAAAAFY/kufAijRRf8o/s1600/.facebook_-1354030819%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdAeeLkA-PA/TxY_jcwl5II/AAAAAAAAAFY/kufAijRRf8o/s320/.facebook_-1354030819%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;cake blowing with the busy boyfriend at the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Although not my officemate, another HBB - Liza, shares the birthday with Flo. How do you know, they're twins. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0YvYf5G3vY/TxY_lRudUCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dAROECTh_FI/s1600/.facebook_306327607%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0YvYf5G3vY/TxY_lRudUCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dAROECTh_FI/s320/.facebook_306327607%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sharing birthday and the birthday&amp;nbsp;cake with her twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Born on the 17th - Lui: She's the sweestest. She's also a recruit of Flo, they're college friends. I'm just the luckiest to be&amp;nbsp;working with her. We belong to the same division so we technically work together and we practically share everything here in the office (gossips included). She's my&amp;nbsp;sister and&amp;nbsp;my confidant and&amp;nbsp;my kumare&amp;nbsp;no doubt. With all the&amp;nbsp;blessings she currently have, we&amp;nbsp;still join her and her&amp;nbsp;husband in praying for that one thing that will make them trully happy and complete.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsDol9ak_pI/TxY_tsmnK9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yhm9ETVSkas/s1600/.facebook_998485944%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsDol9ak_pI/TxY_tsmnK9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yhm9ETVSkas/s320/.facebook_998485944%255B1%255D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;tiny cake for the lady with a big heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Happy birthday sisters! And thank you for being around, you make&amp;nbsp;work&amp;nbsp;fun as play. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMGRiAMlvAQ/TxZU8HGVVuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dgJQ2vM09_c/s1600/314001_10150275652945967_608630966_7944662_5961582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMGRiAMlvAQ/TxZU8HGVVuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dgJQ2vM09_c/s320/314001_10150275652945967_608630966_7944662_5961582_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;during&amp;nbsp;the agency's 2011&amp;nbsp;sports festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wGiL7y4X5U/TxY_mpA0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LNCkaPwVNVk/s1600/.facebook_770610615%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wGiL7y4X5U/TxY_mpA0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LNCkaPwVNVk/s320/.facebook_770610615%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;with our respective partners in&amp;nbsp;our boss' office&amp;nbsp;sala&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-208329528415144588?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/208329528415144588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/208329528415144588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/208329528415144588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-girls.html' title='Birthday Girls'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdAeeLkA-PA/TxY_jcwl5II/AAAAAAAAAFY/kufAijRRf8o/s72-c/.facebook_-1354030819%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-5308134251944067640</id><published>2012-01-17T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:02:54.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school requisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secondary sponsor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school admission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic'/><title type='text'>First Time Abay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That's me. In my 31 years of existence I just walked down the aisle two times - one of which was ofcourse my own wedding in&amp;nbsp;2008&amp;nbsp;(my first time to march..ever!)&amp;nbsp;and the other was&amp;nbsp;my sister-in-law's,&amp;nbsp;last Dec. 2011. It's not actually my first invite though, I was just so unfortunate to turn down&amp;nbsp;the others&amp;nbsp;for some&amp;nbsp;reason&amp;nbsp;I can not remember anymore. I'm just so glad, Minnie considered us (&lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; included) as their cord sponsors. She and her husband Emil&amp;nbsp;were already civilly wed for the longest time&amp;nbsp;now, they already have 2 pre-teen kids,&amp;nbsp;their eldest&amp;nbsp;(a girl)&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;now an in-coming highschool freshman. It is actually their daugther's pre-admission requisite to that catholic-all-girl-school that &lt;strike&gt;forced them&lt;/strike&gt; made them decide to&amp;nbsp;seal their&amp;nbsp;vows&amp;nbsp;in catholic church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_4f13u2Yuw/TxPjxpNrxuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bTvLK8BWjfY/s1600/396592_2570409458497_1202049940_32164326_900243157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_4f13u2Yuw/TxPjxpNrxuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bTvLK8BWjfY/s320/396592_2570409458497_1202049940_32164326_900243157_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; and I as we marched down the aisle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WyD7rKqH-Xs/TxPj2LA5oOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j80QMhXPAUI/s1600/405562_2570430899033_1202049940_32164363_561239410_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WyD7rKqH-Xs/TxPj2LA5oOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j80QMhXPAUI/s320/405562_2570430899033_1202049940_32164363_561239410_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the wedded and the rest of the secondary sponsors&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yV6-vi3sZc/TxPkApl_keI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6HDPJGj_Ec8/s1600/395377_10150467439980967_608630966_8884743_480289376_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yV6-vi3sZc/TxPkApl_keI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6HDPJGj_Ec8/s320/395377_10150467439980967_608630966_8884743_480289376_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt; a flower girl wannabe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZBgip7Qc5A/TxPkBpW8kzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9hlb3aUPvhc/s1600/379427_340113016001335_100000079177633_1409243_381992747_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZBgip7Qc5A/TxPkBpW8kzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9hlb3aUPvhc/s320/379427_340113016001335_100000079177633_1409243_381992747_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; forcing a smile on &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNsGUkstow0/TxPkKmudi-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lZV-5rShGvM/s1600/385788_340119712667332_100000079177633_1409377_1448442121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNsGUkstow0/TxPkKmudi-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lZV-5rShGvM/s320/385788_340119712667332_100000079177633_1409377_1448442121_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"the family" as we lead the wine toast&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0cHr-jTgPY/TxPkPs0yvyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xxKcaMqkRdQ/s1600/386470_10150467442080967_608630966_8884756_1864074808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0cHr-jTgPY/TxPkPs0yvyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xxKcaMqkRdQ/s320/386470_10150467442080967_608630966_8884756_1864074808_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;seems&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is hungry now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6MRbshc0rg/TxPkRHT3wHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-FlIiR38ciM/s1600/388746_340120566000580_100000079177633_1409388_1530106626_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6MRbshc0rg/TxPkRHT3wHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-FlIiR38ciM/s320/388746_340120566000580_100000079177633_1409388_1530106626_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's hungry alright =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqSd5vU2Ioo/TxPkbXxhqMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q8TUBrjMUFc/s1600/393436_340120536000583_100000079177633_1409387_647365473_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqSd5vU2Ioo/TxPkbXxhqMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q8TUBrjMUFc/s320/393436_340120536000583_100000079177633_1409387_647365473_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;solid evidence! lol (with her lolo daddy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zim6XhvWq9k/TxPkhAR68nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3JPxVR5ZqkE/s1600/protesta%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zim6XhvWq9k/TxPkhAR68nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3JPxVR5ZqkE/s320/protesta%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;day 1 of cold for&lt;em&gt; mi bebe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq1gthhMWZM/TxPkkw3sCEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g5YpaJKTVuQ/s1600/395662_169428973156924_100002694685592_195436_1420021490_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq1gthhMWZM/TxPkkw3sCEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g5YpaJKTVuQ/s320/395662_169428973156924_100002694685592_195436_1420021490_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the family trying to be wacky at the photobooth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wirJpgymLo/TxPktHMEubI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aXoaeAaQ0gw/s1600/383124_169429149823573_100002694685592_195437_1208338639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wirJpgymLo/TxPktHMEubI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aXoaeAaQ0gw/s320/383124_169429149823573_100002694685592_195437_1208338639_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;as ourselves this time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/536702561247120551-5308134251944067640?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5308134251944067640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-time-abay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/5308134251944067640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/5308134251944067640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-time-abay.html' title='First Time Abay'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_4f13u2Yuw/TxPjxpNrxuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bTvLK8BWjfY/s72-c/396592_2570409458497_1202049940_32164326_900243157_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-2097942929442025743</id><published>2012-01-16T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:03:14.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get-together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;highschool best buds (HBB)&amp;nbsp;are scheduled for a get-together this weekend. It's actually&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;our annual Christmas party, it’s long overdue I know, but it’s still better than never. =) Everybody seems to be pre-occupied last season to cause this delay, but at least it’s happening. Having said that, we the geniuses among the group, felt that we needed to come-up with&amp;nbsp;"something"&amp;nbsp;to &lt;strike&gt;cut down contribution expense&lt;/strike&gt; (genius I told you) make it more meaningful. Since our HBBs’&amp;nbsp;wife is due on Feb. why not throw her a surprise Baby Shower? In that way, &lt;strike&gt;the couple will shoulder the food expense&lt;/strike&gt; it would be more special for them as it will be their first born. They will be having a baby girl, and they're naming her Courteney Ysabelle Therese, nice right?﻿ ﻿﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BdA9-T0LRQ/TxOUZC3GwhI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrP9CoDQDYg/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" closure_uid_bqnoyr="57" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BdA9-T0LRQ/TxOUZC3GwhI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrP9CoDQDYg/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fidel (the daddy-to-be) initially wanted for a baby boy, he would joke that he would raise his son as a muslim to marry all of our daughters. Talking about karma this early, huh? lol Anyway, regardless of the baby's sex, the gang is still excited for the new addition to our 4A family. Here is the photo of the gorgeous mommy-to-be, Faith.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4bPsSHlKac/TxN_2yyr3cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b-oW9cP3fFA/s1600/Faith_print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4bPsSHlKac/TxN_2yyr3cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b-oW9cP3fFA/s320/Faith_print.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mommy-to-be Faith&amp;nbsp;at her pre-natal photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿Fidel took that photo above, he is btw a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pixelpixphil" target="_blank"&gt;part-time&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://xposurefactory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;freelance&lt;/a&gt; photographer. He used to take photos as a hobby, he's earning extra for his passion now. Last year, he even ask mi bebe to pose for him to be included in his portfolio. Ofcourse, stage-nanay as I am, I gamely agreed (even if it would cause a little lump for mi bebe here and there). Mi bebe is still learning to sit by herself that time, she's only 7 months. Here are some of ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿Fidel's&amp;nbsp;shots:﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49fzZsk8Cow/TxOAI3hsjJI/AAAAAAAAADU/RSCNt7wYxbc/s1600/248817_1735882924001_1446425585_31413109_4567970_n1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49fzZsk8Cow/TxOAI3hsjJI/AAAAAAAAADU/RSCNt7wYxbc/s320/248817_1735882924001_1446425585_31413109_4567970_n1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq2TGoN6_yY/TxN_4FpfN_I/AAAAAAAAADE/tfcNR1ylmXI/s1600/248632_1735883364012_1446425585_31413111_2159775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq2TGoN6_yY/TxN_4FpfN_I/AAAAAAAAADE/tfcNR1ylmXI/s320/248632_1735883364012_1446425585_31413111_2159775_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQYBq_qQcQo/TxOA601hpeI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMUoroS04AY/s320/247972_1735881243959_1446425585_31413102_5005188_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Other HBBs were also there to take &lt;em&gt;mi bebe's&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;photo, but I only choose to post photos from Fidel, since this is a mini-tribute for the parents-to-be. Some behind the scene photos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Aa9i5CNMlA/TxOAYtTkstI/AAAAAAAAADc/L3Cy9yfIKoU/s1600/248687_224166317611188_100000534652933_933318_6815096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Aa9i5CNMlA/TxOAYtTkstI/AAAAAAAAADc/L3Cy9yfIKoU/s200/248687_224166317611188_100000534652933_933318_6815096_n.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;lightman cum clown&amp;nbsp;cum alalay&lt;em&gt; mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; with unpreggy (yet)&amp;nbsp;Faith&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL2AgqtBd1I/TxN_7lu5eFI/AAAAAAAAADM/l4_NamPA_F4/s1600/248530_228887353789443_100000045402523_987101_1175429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL2AgqtBd1I/TxN_7lu5eFI/AAAAAAAAADM/l4_NamPA_F4/s200/248530_228887353789443_100000045402523_987101_1175429_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;daddy-to-be Fidel showing me the raw footages of &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwM8427oXoQ/TxTCuaAY4fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/m_l2QGparh0/s1600/260561_10150207503580967_608630966_7367112_8343939_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwM8427oXoQ/TxTCuaAY4fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/m_l2QGparh0/s200/260561_10150207503580967_608630966_7367112_8343939_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the&amp;nbsp;HBBs (we're&amp;nbsp;at CME, it's a swimming get-together cum photoshoot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&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/536702561247120551-2097942929442025743?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2097942929442025743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/2097942929442025743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/2097942929442025743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BdA9-T0LRQ/TxOUZC3GwhI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrP9CoDQDYg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-6705774388517713988</id><published>2012-01-13T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:03:39.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escalator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escalator safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids habit'/><title type='text'>Escalator Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WD6C89QV0g/Tw-ct_gDwII/AAAAAAAAACk/EFkigwg29fI/s1600/389434_2447694625210_1037262799_32641264_278264339_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WD6C89QV0g/Tw-ct_gDwII/AAAAAAAAACk/EFkigwg29fI/s200/389434_2447694625210_1037262799_32641264_278264339_n.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a free ride =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;14 month-old daughter loves&amp;nbsp;riding&amp;nbsp;an escalator. She&amp;nbsp;acquired this habit when she turned 1.&amp;nbsp;I'm not&amp;nbsp;sure with other babies, but mine just love to go up and down - non-stop! I don't know where she got this habit from, what I remember was there's this one time before her birthday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt; and I let her stand alone while going down just to see how she'll react - we're glad she liked it.&amp;nbsp;Oh, now I know,&amp;nbsp;she got it from us. lol &lt;em&gt;Mi bebe &lt;/em&gt;is so&amp;nbsp;smart&amp;nbsp;to remember that experience.&amp;nbsp;Since then, she&amp;nbsp;would point finger at an escalator whenever we'll pass one - which&amp;nbsp;tells us she want to ride. When we&amp;nbsp;allow her, she would go round-n-round (don't worry, we only&amp;nbsp;do that&amp;nbsp;in less crowded escalators). You can not blame us for giving in, she's&amp;nbsp;so cute on it (just look at the photos). She's also so behave. She just stand, smile and make funny faces. Hay, &lt;em&gt;mi bebe! &lt;/em&gt;you just melts my heart. =)&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9m5L8SmZLD0/Tw-cwcbMsRI/AAAAAAAAACs/cWJChF47S3s/s1600/375380_2447697025270_1037262799_32641266_264591494_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9m5L8SmZLD0/Tw-cwcbMsRI/AAAAAAAAACs/cWJChF47S3s/s200/375380_2447697025270_1037262799_32641266_264591494_n.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;taken Dec of 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On a&amp;nbsp;relative note,&amp;nbsp;here are some&amp;nbsp;tips on child safety during escalator rides:﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tie their shoelaces before getting on the escalator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;• Stand in the center of the escalator, face forward and hold a parent's hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;• Refrain from sitting or playing on the escalator -- it should not be treated as an amusement park ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;• Do not bring children onto escalators in strollers, walkers, or carts -- take elevator instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;• Step on and off promptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Have I&amp;nbsp;mentioned &lt;em&gt;mi bebe&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;loves walking? But she still walks with support&amp;nbsp;though, so&amp;nbsp;everytime she walks,&amp;nbsp;she tags along someone with her. I hope she gets&amp;nbsp;the courage to walk on her own the soonest!&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/536702561247120551-6705774388517713988?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6705774388517713988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/escalator-safety.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6705774388517713988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/6705774388517713988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/escalator-safety.html' title='Escalator Safety'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WD6C89QV0g/Tw-ct_gDwII/AAAAAAAAACk/EFkigwg29fI/s72-c/389434_2447694625210_1037262799_32641264_278264339_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-4202562999173182224</id><published>2012-01-13T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:03:54.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='points to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life'/><title type='text'>Points to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I received this email I belive it's worthy to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.&amp;nbsp;"What food might this contain?", the mouse wondered.&amp;nbsp;He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.&amp;nbsp;Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,&amp;nbsp;"Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me.&amp;nbsp;I cannot be bothered by it."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The mouse turned to the pig and told him,&amp;nbsp;"There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&amp;nbsp;The pig sympathized, but said,&amp;nbsp;"I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.&amp;nbsp;Be assured you are in my prayers."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said&amp;nbsp;"There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&amp;nbsp;The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.&amp;nbsp;That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.&amp;nbsp;The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.&amp;nbsp;In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.&amp;nbsp;The snake bit the farmer's wife.&amp;nbsp;The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.&amp;nbsp;But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.&amp;nbsp;To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.&amp;nbsp;So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, the next time you hear someone is facing a&amp;nbsp;problem and think it doesn't concern you,&amp;nbsp;remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Both&amp;nbsp;situations&amp;nbsp;are hard to be in.&amp;nbsp;But in my opinion, being in the situation like that of the farm friends are more difficult because you'll&amp;nbsp;never know when is the best time to&amp;nbsp;get involved. I&amp;nbsp;am a human exaust fan,&amp;nbsp;friends usually come to me to share burden and seek advice, I think I give practical&amp;nbsp;and reasonable pieces (to the best of my ability), but it's still up to them to take it.&amp;nbsp;Most listen, some don't. As they say, it's their life. For me, as long as we are ready with whole heart to listen and offer&amp;nbsp;something to&amp;nbsp;help,&amp;nbsp;they'll get by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Encourage everyone to pray, it&amp;nbsp;really works. =)&amp;nbsp; &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/536702561247120551-4202562999173182224?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4202562999173182224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-received-this-email-i-belive-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/4202562999173182224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/4202562999173182224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-received-this-email-i-belive-its.html' title='Points to Ponder'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-1854384544885928914</id><published>2012-01-12T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:04:13.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google searchability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search list'/><title type='text'>On Google Searchability...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After my first post (minutes ago.lol) I was so excited to search my, ehem,&amp;nbsp;"blog URL" over the google (yes, I'm vain like that), but to my dismay, it didn't show up. So,&amp;nbsp;I googled why. Oh, what a crazy world, I create over google,&amp;nbsp;I search what I created over google, I&amp;nbsp;can not believe that google can not give me what I searched for, so&amp;nbsp;I asked google, I found the answer in google, and&amp;nbsp;I trusted it. Hay google, you make the world go round... hahaha&amp;nbsp;Anyway, as I was saying, yes, it says that &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can take up to four weeks."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yay! Four weeks, that's 1 month..&amp;nbsp;I cannot take this! It's&amp;nbsp;like you have a&amp;nbsp;christmas gift, but you cannot open just yet because it was given to you on January 1 and you have to wait for another 12 months 'till&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;Christmas again to&amp;nbsp;open it. Stupid!hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This one's in&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;teresting, according also to my google quiry, a dead url&amp;nbsp;may still be listed in Google search but&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; it will eventually fade as Google index robots find nothing there"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Robots to clean the cyber mess, bet it's so tired now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, well, what&amp;nbsp;else can I do but wait (to see myself in the cyber mirror).&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;update: i am searchable now (after more or less&amp;nbsp;24hrs) hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-1854384544885928914?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1854384544885928914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-google-searchability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/1854384544885928914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/1854384544885928914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-google-searchability.html' title='On Google Searchability...'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536702561247120551.post-1381308192187084048</id><published>2012-01-12T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:04:42.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting to blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* working mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* sociable mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='* i am mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earn by blogging'/><title type='text'>I am a blogger now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes, it's me and i am starting on a thing that is not so familiar with me. Well, if ever there's a lost soul, who by fate, found my blog, let me tell you something not so secret about me. I'm lazy!&amp;nbsp;So making a journal&amp;nbsp;is so different, so not me. I once attempted to blog during the hay days of friendster, but it just died after 5 posts (i think).&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;I must say that&amp;nbsp;I like reading blogs, it's part of my office routine (you know what&amp;nbsp;I mean.lol).&amp;nbsp;Many of which I just stambled while googling and there are&amp;nbsp;few&amp;nbsp;I check on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp;Maybe those few inspired me to create one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Earlier, over lunch, I told &lt;em&gt;mi esposo&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;about this, he just laugh it off (he knew me that well, I guess). But, let me tell you a little secret.. well my real inspiration is the earnings! bwahahaha It's all about the money, baby. lol&amp;nbsp;I know, (because&amp;nbsp;I googled it off) earning&amp;nbsp;will not be that fast and easy, it will take a lot of&amp;nbsp;hardworks and dedication. It will not even make me a millionaire, but hay,&amp;nbsp;I'm not in a hurry. :)&amp;nbsp;For now, I will try to enjoy the stuff, educate myself in order for&amp;nbsp;me to educate my readers (as if there is), and have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Expect my post to be&amp;nbsp;anything under the sun, "halo-halo" ba. It can&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;anything about&amp;nbsp;my daily existence and anything&amp;nbsp;that comes inside my brain&amp;nbsp;and the things I can bravely share with everyone over the WWW. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536702561247120551-1381308192187084048?l=yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1381308192187084048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-blogger-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/1381308192187084048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536702561247120551/posts/default/1381308192187084048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesiblogtoo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-blogger-now.html' title='I am a blogger now!'/><author><name>hushieLLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438774960116287654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds0tVFsNXrA/Tw5tPcRRaNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aR7qDdmtrmw/s220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
