<?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-7573778725829361699</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:12:30.605+08:00</updated><category term='Fab Finds'/><category term='Memoir Monday'/><category term='Foodie Wednesday'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='Wifespeaks'/><category term='personal'/><category term='musings'/><category term='Chika Tuesday'/><category term='rants and raves'/><category term='family'/><category term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-509280052670418535</id><published>2010-11-26T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:59:59.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the year ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;I know! I'm busy as a bee (though some of my lurkers and spies cannot believe it), I miss posting here. The reason why I have the time now is because I'm watching R while she sleeps. You see, dear lurker / spy, R has fever and somehow the temp has improved. Slightly. And I realized that I haven't been updating you as I know you've been itching to know what has happened to me. Admittedly, a lot of things had happened since the time of my last post and as much as I want to put it here, I might be misconstrued again and be accused of being a psycho. So I leave that personal part to my other blog into which I know you have plans of looking around. You see, dear lurker/spy, I changed some of my settings so that you don't know or see anything that is happening to me. What you see is what you getI leave that to my fellow psycho friends to read because we rarely have the time to meet and catch up with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Anyway, as I were saying, before the year ends, I want to revisit and update the status of my plans that I have plotted out early this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Take my CS Exam.&lt;br /&gt;- was supposed to do it last September but circumstances during that time didn't allow me to. It became a blessing in disguise, as I can really schedule and prepare this for summer - April 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;2. Defend my masters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;- didn't do it again. Guess time and work swamped me, but that's not an excuse. Right now I'm trying some other options which hopefully will work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Financially independent and stable.&lt;br /&gt;- accomplished! And I am pretty happy with the progress so far. Little by little, I'm getting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;4. Have a fulfilling career as a working mom.&lt;br /&gt;- accomplished! I would like to believe that I have a good work-life balance. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;5. Will spend quality time with children. Set separate dates for each. (though I already started with the little girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;- accomplished! Kumon period / Saturdays for R, Sundays with G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Open an online store to augment my income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;- as my Multiply site says, "A work in progress". Still it is. But what took its place is my sidelines / rakets / consultancy work. Yes, I do have and I am thankful to God that I never ran out of that. Almost every month I have 1 or 2 sidelines. If I don't have sidelines, God gives me something that I don't expect. Great help, indeed. So what's the verdict? Still accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Set Wednesdays for mass. To make it more as a commitment, I'll be hearing masses at the Shrine of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;- almost accomplished. If I can't do it at the Shrine, at least in the chapel near our area. And may I add that there are days that I go to mass also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Oh-kay. Out of 7 tasks / goals / plans that I have for 2010, I accomplished...5 out 7 (if you count the last one). Not bad, not bad at all. And since my birthday is coming up, I'm planning to do some personal planning (again) as I think I can't do that during the season in preparation for 2011. But definitely I want fireworks during the New Year to drive away the bad luck and evil spirits and lurkers / spies. Hmm, since we're going to Binondo, might as well look for incense for that. &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/7573778725829361699-509280052670418535?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/509280052670418535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=509280052670418535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/509280052670418535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/509280052670418535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/11/before-year-ends.html' title='Before the year ends'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3856669743675357780</id><published>2010-07-23T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:39:02.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much delayed posts</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. It's been a while. Busy with other things and somehow was challenged on the homefront. Won't post that because I might be misconstrued. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'll post now is the birthdays of my kids (as one of my pending posts) and some updates as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April saw R turning 11 and G turning 4. We had a simple celebration - just celebrated dinner at home with me cooking the food and bought chicken from San Pedro and liempo from Andoks. It was also thanksgiving party for R because she passed her 5th grade with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June saw me busy with the opening of classes, and I never felt so busy! More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, my dear lurker / spy. So that you know what's happening in my life. But definitely, I haven't forgotten what you did and I'm taking it one day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3856669743675357780?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3856669743675357780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3856669743675357780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3856669743675357780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3856669743675357780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/07/much-delayed-posts.html' title='Much delayed posts'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-6662941358823264649</id><published>2010-05-02T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:53:22.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My 2 experiments - er, projects</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday saw me doing some personal projects which I am somehow proud to say.. successful heehee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/S92PO3upmfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KsdPkqq09yk/s320/DSC00098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is experiment #1. I made these figures from plaster of paris and my molds came from an ice cube maker with shapes (for lack of a better term) The red ones are painted from poster paint, which I should say, not that ok because they have a sort-of a matte finish. A professor in fine arts confirmed that I should paint them with acrylic for it to be shiny and glossy and prior to that, varnish it first for long-lasting color. Poster paint, on the other hand, can be removed since it is water based. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: Just got a few acrylic paints (it's a bit expensive, so I realized) and will paint them as soon as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiment #2. From this pile of scratch papers (which my little girl and I accumulated during the school year)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/S92Qsue0cYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3_lz8-mRfT8/s320/DSC00103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/S92QtQ2l8oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yxl5xdbbc7c/s320/DSC00104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just add padding glue, and voila! I have 3 "pad papers"!! Now we have papers to write on and make reviewers for this coming school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for the plaster of paris which I am not yet done, I should say I am pretty proud of what I did :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-6662941358823264649?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6662941358823264649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=6662941358823264649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6662941358823264649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6662941358823264649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-2-experiments-er-projects.html' title='My 2 experiments - er, projects'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/S92PO3upmfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KsdPkqq09yk/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-456299758129076108</id><published>2010-05-02T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:57:09.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Liliw trip</title><content type='html'>Last April 10 saw me and my MOH boarding a bus going to Liliw.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long, overdue trip for us since we always schedule and yet get cancelled for personal or non-negotiable reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we hit off the road!! For more pictures, you can check my Facebook account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-456299758129076108?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/456299758129076108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=456299758129076108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/456299758129076108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/456299758129076108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/05/liliw-trip.html' title='Liliw trip'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3683573773402480681</id><published>2010-04-26T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:51:28.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Some pending posts</title><content type='html'>I want to have my posts with pictures but as of the moment, I didn't upload them yet. (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, here are my pending posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My 2 experiments - er, projects&lt;br /&gt;2) The little girl's birthday&lt;br /&gt;3) The little boy's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these posts, then I'll move on to my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I lately? I'm taking it one day at a time. It's a work in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3683573773402480681?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3683573773402480681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3683573773402480681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3683573773402480681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3683573773402480681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-pending-posts.html' title='Some pending posts'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-4360760077860842120</id><published>2010-04-12T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:35:34.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>My accounts were compromised because of you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you wanted to know what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have forgiven you, but definitely I haven't forgotten what you did to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it will take time to be healed from the hurt that you caused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you're happy with what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-4360760077860842120?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4360760077860842120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=4360760077860842120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4360760077860842120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4360760077860842120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7956933159236583959</id><published>2010-04-12T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:04:43.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Holy Week was good and a lot happened and this post will tell it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was our Institutional Shutdown that's why I have a short vacation. It gave me time to prepare my things for Cavite and made some personal errands as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Monday saw me accompanying my mom to Padre Pio's shrine in C5. It was an oasis amidst the busy metropolis. There I made my prayers and petitions and asked for Padre Pio's intercession that my prayers be answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents and my kids left for Cavite on Holy Tuesday. That leaves me and hubby alone - him still having work and me to meet up with a friend and will be having a meeting on Holy Wednesday. During this day, I did my personal errands and meet up with my friend. Then I got news that my meeting was cancelled. It was okay, because at least it gives me time to prepare and to fix some last-minute to do's before locking up our place. Also bought additional locks for the house as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was declared that Holy Wednesday is half-day for some companies, I decided to go to SM Manila to wait up for hubby and my MIL and to do some last-minute shopping for the things that are needed. While waiting for them, I went to Watson's to buy cologne. While trying out the samples, an old lady passed by and smelled the cologne that I recently sprayed on. She asked what's the scent because she liked the smell and gave her a new bottle. She even thanked me (On a personal note, I think Watson's should get me as their endorser! Joke)! We then ate lunch at Savory and went home. Hubby and I followed my parents to SM Dasmariñas and I bought a prepaid card for my plug-in and ate dinner at Ted's. I ended the day (well actually, the following day at that) finishing doing the minutes and the constitution of my professional organization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Maundy Thursday we went to Tagaytay to hear mass. While hearing mass, I was overwhelmed again with my emotions (maybe because it is during this time that I got to stop and think) and cried to God. Oh he knows what they are. We went home and I did some home-made hair spa and rested. Started to read on my materials too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Friday saw us going back to Tagaytay again to do the Stations of the Cross and the Veneration of the Cross. Ended the day at Teriyaki Boy. We went back to Manila on Black Saturday and attended the Easter Vigil at Ateneo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter Sunday and Monday saw me doing some spring cleaning. Cleaned up most of the little girl's stuff and our room as well. Disposed nearly 3-4 garbage bags of trash. The rest, I have done some personal projects on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, dear lurkers and spies, that sums up my Holy Week activities. I'm sure you're itching to know what happened to me during that time and here they are :) Enjoy reading, gloating and commenting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7956933159236583959?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7956933159236583959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7956933159236583959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7956933159236583959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7956933159236583959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-788454578650701696</id><published>2010-03-28T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:24:31.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for the Holy Week</title><content type='html'>Today is Palm Sunday. Start of the Holy Week. What are my plans for the Holy Week?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for one thing, we have our Institutional Shutdown. It means that we don't have any office for from Holy Monday to Wednesday then will be back on April 6. Because of the shutdown, it gives me time to do some personal errands, things to do and planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be spending the Holy Week at Cavite / Tagaytay area. Hopefully we can go to the Pink Sisters for some personal time alone with God. With what's happening with me lately, I think I need to go to my Abba and find some comfort and assurance that everything will be okay. After the time alone with God, I brought home with me some paperwork. Not office-related, but a bit from my professional association and my never-ending paper (heehee) and for my fledgling consultancy work. There is a break, but it gives me the time to prepare the materials needed. With fingers crossed, a lot of prayers, I claim that it will push through this summer. It will be a big help not only financially, but also for my professional growth as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April will see me as a busy bee, with the year-end sessions and the sidelines. Hopefully all will go well as planned. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-788454578650701696?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/788454578650701696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=788454578650701696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/788454578650701696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/788454578650701696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans-for-holy-week.html' title='Plans for the Holy Week'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-1766046777704063440</id><published>2010-03-16T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:27:10.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>BPI has done it again!</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: the Bank did not pay me for this, hehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BPI has done it again! Real-time service!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encashed my checks with them. Take note that the originating branch is at Makati and I am encashing it at their mall branch. Mind you, it took me around 10-15 minutes (including the queueing up) to finish my transaction. Basically, it was less than 10 minutes tops. They also didn't charge any inter-branch fees, they can verify the signature online and voila! Your cash is available!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about good customer service. Keep it up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-1766046777704063440?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1766046777704063440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=1766046777704063440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1766046777704063440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1766046777704063440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/03/bpi-has-done-it-again.html' title='BPI has done it again!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-6676646792462977679</id><published>2010-03-16T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:27:32.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A touching letter</title><content type='html'>My dad wrote this and asked me to type it. I was so moved by the content that I wanted it to share with you. I cried in the process while typing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With clear intent, no conjunction was used in the salutation but the comma manifest the continuity of your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Iloilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is another journey back to the time when our hearts beat with the vibrancy of life, to the time where our dreams appears before us; there for the taking. Dreams however do not always turn out the way we plan them. Life is what happens when we confront and accept the unexpected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;But there are basic lessons that would appear as guideposts in our journey…please consider:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Life is constant change! The only constant in life is change. With every breath we make we initiate change. Even when we decide not to, life goes on, and change still occur. When we are in a state of discomfort, sadness, pain we know that life goes on, change will bring us relief for even comfort, happiness and all good things will also pass. So appreciate and cherish such precious fleeting moments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;I am always fascinated by your timepiece that cracks up and mends itself with a corresponding time and it goes on for another hour and on! Truly, the timepiece of life never stops. Neither does it pause for those who celebrate, speed up for those who fear tomorrow. As time push forward, we take new challenge and create new life episodes and move past from our disappointment, sorrow, or despair. Time will embrace us and heals us from broken hearts and even broken bones as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Have the courage to ask for answers on life’s issues. God always will carry you when you are weak, will hold you when you are tired, always will love you when you do not care anymore, will embrace you when are lonely and will encourage you when you fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Accept life’s reality… that you can have anything but not everything… With hard work, determination and perseverance, we can achieve anything, if we are willing to go the extra mile. But no matter how hard we try, we cannot have everything. Life is a balancing act, losses and trade-offs. We can gain some, we lose some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;The Golden Rule is the universal law of nature! Whatever you sow, you reap. It does not hurt to smile, to forgive, be kind or extend a helping hand. Every act of goodness always returns to the giver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;We talk about love and prayers next letter but let me close with this thought, let us not measure our goodness by what we resist, what we deny ourselves and who we exclude. Rather let us measure our goodness by what we embrace, what we create and what we include!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Often it is said that life is not measured by the number of breath we make, but by every breath-taking moments we live. Our prayers and happy thoughts are with you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7573778725829361699-6676646792462977679?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6676646792462977679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=6676646792462977679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6676646792462977679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6676646792462977679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/03/touching-letter.html' title='A touching letter'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-19774611235693031</id><published>2010-02-28T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:19:01.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>What's with me lately?</title><content type='html'>This update is primarily for my fans, especially the lurkers and spies :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy with work and other matters. And yes, I still have my plans. I'm planning to push through with it, but not within this quarter. Plan A will be sometime June-August while Plan B is September-October. Plan C is already implemented, as early as January. Close friends and confidantes know what Plans A - C are. Plan C is a challenge, but with God's grace I am able to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am already starting my career as a part-time consultant. God is very good with me, giving me opportunities during the start of the year until now. I still have my full-time job, mind you, but being a consultant has its perks - aside from the extra income, but also being advanced in your career and eventually a career option for me. I am happy to note that I have 2-3 projects for the month of March (2 is definite so far, the third one still for confirmation). I have done some exploratory talk to my former student on a certain project and hopefully it pushes through. Because of these opportunities (especially the 2 for March), I went to mass last Friday with gratitude that really, God never leaves us and will always provide for our needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as my online store is concerned, I spruced up my multiply site. It will not only be an online store, but a website also for my consultancy work and projects. I started my consultancy work pictures there. The online store will start around April - I don't have the time to take the pictures of my possible merchandise. I already started talking with friends who sells items and ask for consignment deals. Hopefully it will push through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work-wise, I am extremely busy. Budget hearing preparation and editing the resumes of the graduating students occupy me most of my office hours. Yesterday I only got to finish my presentation for the budget hearing. Tomorrow I'll have it printed and review it.  Please pray that my budget proposal be approved :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now my present challenge is my Wednesday mass. You see, H &amp;amp; I schedule our weekly date during the time during the car's color-coding schedule. That leaves me adjusting the little girl's Kumon schedule to Wednesday &amp;amp; Friday. But, I won't let that be a hindrance to me, good thing that a mall near the office celebrates mass during lunch time and that gives me the opportunity to hear mass. It's a sacrifice also, because it will be too darn hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, you might notice my Plurk settings has been put in private. Though I have a Twitter account that's connected with my Plurk, the difference is that I can only state what I want and if friends ask for details, I can reply in Plurk and rant for all I care. It's hard to state your feelings and outbursts especially if there are people affected or guilty with what you said. Hence, that decision, and hence that label - lurkers and spies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-19774611235693031?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/19774611235693031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=19774611235693031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/19774611235693031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/19774611235693031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-with-me-lately.html' title='What&apos;s with me lately?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-1707084104903825835</id><published>2010-02-12T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:27:59.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Bank Runs</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I went to do some personal errands, mainly doing some personal transactions to different banks. Either for payment, encashment of my checks, and deposit. I can't help but compare the service time of the banks I went to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first bank was the one I need to encash my check. I received a payment as speaker in one of the private schools in Metro Manila. Being one of the top banks of the country, I thought it was a breeze. But no. I spent almost an hour there. Why? They need to verify the check, fax the check to verify the signatories and most of all they charge a service fee of Php 50.00. Take note, it's not even a provincial branch. Reason for the charge? Inter-branch transaction. I can't help but compare them to BPI, wherein they (BPI) don't charge any inter-branch fees, you can encash your check anywhere real-time (because the tellers see the signature cards of all the accounts of any branch) and your transaction only lasts for 5 minutes (fronting the teller, that is and not counting the wait in line). Even if there is a long line, the encashment doesn't take long. They never even bothered to offer me anything while I was waiting. I purposely went there the moment they opened so that I won't wait that long. But, I guess, people are still warming up. Imagine, no huge transactions and people and yet I waited for almost an hour juts to get my check approved and encashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that bank, I went to the rest of the banks that I need to transact and it only takes me 15 minutes tops to finish all of my transactions. At the end of the day I was pretty tired and somehow took a mental note that if ever I received a check coming from that bank and if I don't need the money yet, I would rather have it deposit to my bank and wait for it to be cleared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it. Right now, the following banks are tops for me in terms of service (in no particular order): BDO, BPI, East West Bank, China Bank and UCPB. These are the banks I usually frequent to. For the rest.. well, I'd rather deposit their checks in my bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-1707084104903825835?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1707084104903825835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=1707084104903825835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1707084104903825835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1707084104903825835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/02/bank-runs.html' title='Bank Runs'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3177623048002462821</id><published>2010-02-05T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:02:19.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time..</title><content type='html'>It was an eventful last part of January. Aside from my personal life, of course. It was a very, very colorful one. Work-related, thank God, it went well. Right now I'm in the midst of another busy week at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good. During that time also, I get to eat Hainanese Chicken. Not only once, twice and at different places that got me hooked and researched for a recipe. A fellow blogger-mom advised me to look at a blogger-mom's recipe (I won't post the link first as I haven't asked permission from her) and I took note of it and cooked for me and hubby last weekend. It was good! Really. Can't wait for another batch and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Valentine's / Chinese New Year draws near, I am considering of going to a temple to do some incense offering. To ward off negativity, its influences and spirits. As my psycho-friends tell me, it's a good thing as I have so many of these especially in the recent events. Oh, how I love them! They're my friends who really are there when I vent, rant and cry. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here for now. Till my next update :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3177623048002462821?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3177623048002462821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3177623048002462821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3177623048002462821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3177623048002462821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time.html' title='Long time..'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7698066628473725373</id><published>2010-01-18T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:37:37.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekend before the crunchtime</title><content type='html'>Crunch time here at the office means I am days before my actual activity and it means I am stressed and pressured. But thank God and His grace we will be able to push it through, that's why I looked forward to the weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends for busy moms like me are sacred. Not only that this is the time for me to play the role of the mom, but also to rest and to reconnect with them. And that's what I did, especially with hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our plans this year is to spend quality time together sans the kids. Talk things over, just like honeymooners or BF-GFs. Having this resolution is a big help to both of us. Admittedly, I missed him so much. :( That's why when we went out last Saturday, it felt good. We talked, roamed around the mall and eventually saw my former student who treated us to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, I love him. I do. Of course, I had my own version of Elizabeth Barret Browning's poem for him. But, that's for my Valentine post. So dear lurker/reader, my request for you is to be happy for us, don't be too wary but instead pray for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7698066628473725373?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7698066628473725373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7698066628473725373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7698066628473725373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7698066628473725373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-before-crunchtime.html' title='Weekend before the crunchtime'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7183143806492488725</id><published>2010-01-07T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:17:52.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>The One that got away</title><content type='html'>When I saw this note in FB, I remember Infinite Grace. :) But I think it applies to us all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;The One that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with...and the one that got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one that got away? I guess its the person with whom everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry...but the cards just didn't fall the right way, i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a long time partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part or even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; its just that it's not yet right, and the little things become the flashpoint of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, you're ready...You really are. And when this happens, you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or She may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense..it really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids...it doesn't matter...All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's the one that got away. The biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're married/in a relationship, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage/relationship is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage/relationship when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. Its never nice to live with a "might have been", but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the ones that got away is the one who's already married or with someone else. In which case, it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice a little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...Find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got that one?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling in the end to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one who almost got away from me..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7573778725829361699-7183143806492488725?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7183143806492488725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7183143806492488725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7183143806492488725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7183143806492488725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One that got away'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3182930589966247781</id><published>2010-01-06T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:10:08.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>So, how was your 2009?</title><content type='html'>My 2009 was the year I turned a year older and celebrated our 5th anniversary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a lot of lessons learned during that time, and in those lessons learned it is with hope, faith and prayer that I'll be mature and wise enough in dealing with everyday situations and people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you, reader/lurker? How was your 2009? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3182930589966247781?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3182930589966247781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3182930589966247781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3182930589966247781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3182930589966247781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-how-was-your-2009.html' title='So, how was your 2009?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7749934579404077055</id><published>2010-01-05T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:17:38.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Holidays and Long Weekend Schedule for 2010</title><content type='html'>Here is the schedule of Philippine holidays and long-weekends for 2010 based on RA 9492 and Proclamation 1841:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1 (Fri) - New Year's Day (five-day long weekend from December 30 to January 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 23 (Mon) - EDSA Revolution Anniversary (holiday for schools only, three-day long weekend from February 21 to 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1 (Thu) - Holy Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2 (Fri) - Good Friday (four-day long weekend from April 1 to 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9 (Fri) - Araw ng Kagitingan (three-day long weekend from April 9 to 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 (Sat) - Labor Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14 (Mon) - Independence Day (three-day long weekend from June 12 to 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23 (Mon) - Ninoy Aquino Day (three-day long weekend from August 21 to 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 30 (Mon) - National Heroes Day (three-day long weekend from August 28 to 30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - Eid'l Fitr (to be announced, calculated September 10, possible three-day long weekend from September 10 to 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1 (Mon) - All Saints Day (three-day long weekend from October 30 to November 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - Eid 'l Adha (to be announced, calculated November 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 29 (Mon) - Bonifacio Day (three-day long weekend from November 27 to 29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 24 (Fri) - Non-Working Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 25 (Sat) - Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 27 (Mon) - Rizal Day (four-day long weekend from December 24 to 27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31 (Fri) - Non-Working Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1 - (Sat) New Year's Day (three-day long weekend from December 31 to January 2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7749934579404077055?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7749934579404077055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7749934579404077055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7749934579404077055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7749934579404077055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/philippine-holidays-and-long-weekend.html' title='Philippine Holidays and Long Weekend Schedule for 2010'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-4275338655044443292</id><published>2010-01-04T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:19:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive vibrations, this way, please!</title><content type='html'>I think it's true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, I'm leaving all the negativity behind (though I still have to light the incense) 2009 and looking forward to 2010. Got some personal good news and is hoping that it continues throughout the year. Yesterday was a sign of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my mom at a Supermarket, I got the chance to see E, one of the people at the Registrar's Office where I'm finishing my Masters. We got to talk and I asked him if I can still defend even if I paid last term. He said it is possible since we have panel schedule constraints. So most likely one of my plans will push through the first trim of the year. It should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got giddy all of a sudden. Wee... so, positive vibrations, this way please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-4275338655044443292?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4275338655044443292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=4275338655044443292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4275338655044443292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4275338655044443292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/positive-vibrations-this-way-please.html' title='Positive vibrations, this way, please!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2767544355013298576</id><published>2010-01-02T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:40:02.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>So, what's your plan for 2010?</title><content type='html'>I'll still pursue my plans for 2010. And they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take my CS Exam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Defend my masters.&lt;br /&gt;3. Financially independent and stable.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a fulfilling career as a working mom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Will spend quality time with children. Set separate dates for each. (though I already started with the little girl)&lt;br /&gt;6. Open an online store to augment my income.&lt;br /&gt;7. Set Wednesdays for mass. To make it more as a commitment, I'll be hearing masses at the Shrine of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a challenging 2009. No need to go to specifics here. One should not be affected with these things. Like what I mentioned in my previous post, I'm letting it go along with the fireworks. Maybe add some incense as well to remove the bad spirits and influences that surround me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, life must go on. And I'm going to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2767544355013298576?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2767544355013298576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2767544355013298576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2767544355013298576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2767544355013298576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-whats-your-plan-for-2010.html' title='So, what&apos;s your plan for 2010?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2279832630212950178</id><published>2009-12-31T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:30:14.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Cheers to 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>As I end the riotous and highly charged 2009, even if it was a challenging one, I want to leave it all behind me and let it go with the matching fireworks here in Cavite. According the the Chinese (please correct me if I'm wrong), we need to light up firecrackers to scare away the bad spirits, etc. So everytime there's a firecracker exploding, I accompany it with a personal prayer saying, "shoo away, bad luck!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all readers out there (lurkers or not), happy new year!! Here's looking forward to a better 2010!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2279832630212950178?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2279832630212950178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2279832630212950178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2279832630212950178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2279832630212950178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheers-to-2010.html' title='Cheers to 2010!!!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2891063966853818094</id><published>2009-12-16T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:25:56.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>I just turned a year older. Hopefully wiser too. Matured? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank people who were there for me for ever since it happened. Without their love, generosity, care and support, I wouldn't be here where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without IM's generosity, thoughtfulness and support, I would possibly be neglected. Non-existent would be the proper term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without MOH's answers to my SMS', empathizing with me and support, I guess I would start to go crazy. Now it's my turn. I'll help you in the preparations. It's an honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wihout MJ's support in every way, I would not survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without S's straightforward answers and sarcastic remarks, I might get lost with who I am. Thanks for bringing me back once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Infinite Grace's quiet support and sometimes also sarcastic remarks, I don't know where I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most especially to Bro. I believe it's pure and sheer grace that I am somehow okay. I am still not okay, but I am getting there. I keep on hanging to you and please don't let me go. I so need you. Maybe that's why I was a bit touched when the a certain channel's Christmas Station was sung by my daughter's batch during their play this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, with all the recent developments of my life, call me Scrooge, I don't feel like celebrating the season. Maybe I'll celebrate for the sake of the kids. Otherwise, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah Humbug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2891063966853818094?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2891063966853818094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2891063966853818094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2891063966853818094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2891063966853818094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8660244938495278001</id><published>2009-11-13T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:29:13.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A Little Girl's plea to Abba</title><content type='html'>I got this post from a former student's blog in her FB account and she was very gracious enough in allowing me to get a copy of this. This is so true for me lately with all what's happening in my life I so want to end it because I'm having difficulty in overcoming it. (thanks, L :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn’t much of a deal to you, but am asking you to please hold my heart even tighter. I am so weak as of this very moment. I don’t want to build cisterns that cannot hold water anymore. Help me to find rest in you alone. Help me to live and embrace the identity that I have in you – in you alone. I’ve been failing you so many times and am just sick of doing it. I’ve been battling with my fears now. Help me let go of it all and let you handle it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so compelled to let your light shine, but when I look into myself – I found fake pearls all around. I don’t feel so worthy to be called your daughter but you still extended that privilege to me. Can you just take these fake pearls with you? I do not need it anymore. I have been trying so hard to build a standard of my own, and look what I’ve produced – fake pearls. Built to last for the moment, cheap and has no value at all. But Abba, this is all I have, plus a tattered heart and a big ego. Will you accept it? Does that appeal to you? Am I still a person of value, having only these as my possession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to comfort me, because I don’t think I will be able to last a day without you breathing your air of grace, the warmth of your embrace and the stillness of your voice that calms the over-thinker me. I plead that you allow me to tell the world about who you really are. To show compassion, to love, to extend an arm to those who are in need. I’m down on my knees God, cause me to do that which I thought impossible! Help me to devote this time to you and only to you alone. I want our intimacy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only do so much in this lifetime and if that is so, I want to offer it for your glory alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ YOU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your LITTLE GIRL, pretending to be BIG enough to handle her life - France♥ (I intentionally changed her name to mine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-8660244938495278001?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8660244938495278001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8660244938495278001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8660244938495278001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8660244938495278001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-girls-plea-to-abba.html' title='A Little Girl&apos;s plea to Abba'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-936862998930452437</id><published>2009-11-07T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:09:08.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>It's crunch time</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I'm taking my graduate studies. Admittedly, I'm a delinquent student. I'm supposed to finish my Masters within 2-3 years but it has extended to, believe it or not, 10 years. Kidding aside, I love to study, but when work demands so much, plus a little girl is depending on you (that time) studies has to pause and sit in the corner. Added to that me getting married and having another baby within that time nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last year, while I was looking at my documents, it made me realize that I have to finish it...otherwise, it will end in nothing. So with a leap of faith, I defended my proposal that time, into which, I am thankful for my prayer warriors that time, my prayers were answered. The topic is approved, with only minimal questions and some inputs. I thought I had the groove back but again work beckons me. That's why data gathering and analysis took a year and now, in a few days' time, I'll be defending again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my dear readers (wow, as if you're so many!) May I request for a prayer and light a candle for me? Please pray: 1) that the panel will be nice; 2) that the panel would approve of my paper and would have minimal revisions (as in: grammatical errors, etc only); and 3) that the panel would not ask much (this is the most important part!). My schedule is on the week of November 16-20. Will give you an update as soon as I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and will be forever grateful. Your prayers and words of encouragement are good enough for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-936862998930452437?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/936862998930452437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=936862998930452437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/936862998930452437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/936862998930452437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-crunch-time.html' title='It&apos;s crunch time'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2280479086420122499</id><published>2009-10-26T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:08:39.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rate my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="138" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="150" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="146" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="120" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="142" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="90" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="122" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the interpretation of the test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-life.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your life rating is a score of the sum total of your life, and accounts for how satisfied, successful, balanced, capable, valuable, and happy you are. The quiz attempts to put a number on the summation of all of these things, based on your answers. Your life score leaves room for improvement. You can make changes to improve your trouble areas, and this will bring you greater satisfaction. Focus on your weakest points and set about to change them. Do not delay your happiness and success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your mind rating is a score of your mind's clarity, ability, and health. Higher scores indicate an advancement in knowledge, clear and capable thinking, high mental health, and pure thought free of interference. Your mind score is not bad, but could be improved upon. Your mental health is not weak, but you are not achieving full mental clarity and function. Learn how to unclutter your mind. Keep learning, keep improving, continue moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-mind.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Body:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your body rating measures your body's health, fitness, and general wellness. A healthy body contributes to a happy life, however many of us are lacking in this area. You have a rather good body score, which is an indication that you take care of yourself. There is room for improvement, however. Please keep doing what works. Eat right, exercise, reduce your stress, treat any illness. Doing these things will help ensure your body will be in good working order for a long time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your spirit rating seeks to capture in a number that elusive quality which is found in your faith, your attitude, and your philosophy on life. A higher score indicates a greater sense of inner peace and balance. Your spirit score leaves room for improvement. Consider making a concerted effort to redefine your attitudes and focus your beliefs. Boosting your spirit will lead to greater life satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your friends and family rating measures your relationships with those around you, and is based on how large, healthy, and dependable your social network is. Your friends and family score is quite healthy. You have a social network you can depend upon. Count your blessings, but never forget that these bonds need to be maintained. Keep your friends and family close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your love rating is a measure of your current romantic situation. Sharing your heart with another person is one of life's most glorious, terrifying, rewarding experiences. Your love score is fairly average. Things could be worse, and thankfully they aren't. But you must work to improve this area, turn an average score into a great score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Finance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your finance rating is a score that rates your current financial health and stability. Your finances are somewhat in the middle, neither bad or exceptional. Keep doing what works for you, and improve what doesn't. Focus on long-term financial stability as your goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7573778725829361699-2280479086420122499?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2280479086420122499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2280479086420122499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2280479086420122499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2280479086420122499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/10/rate-my-life.html' title='Rate my Life'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8913939473907725577</id><published>2009-09-27T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:11:11.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to see what Mikey Arroyo was doing in the height of the disaster?</title><content type='html'>This. (taken from an FB account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386425928359458866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SsBt1-TRuDI/AAAAAAAAADc/C042Rhmjkt4/s320/7635_136421088086_617833086_2691476_4177350_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While all of us are busy trying to clean the house to get rid of Ondoy's mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's high time for us to seriously think who will get our votes in 2010. Plus this one (again, source from FB):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386427516097149842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SsBvSZFcO5I/AAAAAAAAADs/h59CiulbDr4/s320/7127_280651845611_738890611_9192922_6661322_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-8913939473907725577?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8913939473907725577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8913939473907725577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8913939473907725577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8913939473907725577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-want-to-see-what-mikey-arroyo.html' title='Do you want to see what Mikey Arroyo was doing in the height of the disaster?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SsBt1-TRuDI/AAAAAAAAADc/C042Rhmjkt4/s72-c/7635_136421088086_617833086_2691476_4177350_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-4894984149267013187</id><published>2009-09-22T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:35:06.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they apologized</title><content type='html'>Got this letter from them a few minutes ago. Be the judge.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;September 22, 2009&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I am very sorry to learn that our service in T.G.I.F. Mall of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; did not meet your expectations when you visited us last September 20, 2009. At times we falter and comments from people like you keep us to our toes. This way we can improve our business.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I understand how you feel about all the things that transpired during the said visit. There is no excuse for poor service. We go to great lengths in training our staff to be as efficient and service oriented as possible. Please accept my sincere apology for any inconvenience we may have caused you. Rest assured that we are addressing your concern so that it may not happen again in the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It is in this context that I would like to make it up to you, by personally inviting you back &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and dine with us again at T.G.I. Friday’s Mall of Asia. In the event that you have decided upon a most favorable time to visit us, I may be reached &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at Tel #’s _______ / _______ or Cell Phone # 09________ so I could reserve a table for you. I shall personally make sure that your visit with us will be as fulfilling and exciting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I hope to see you soon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;General Manager&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;TGI Friday’s Mall Of Asia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-4894984149267013187?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4894984149267013187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=4894984149267013187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4894984149267013187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4894984149267013187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-they-apologized.html' title='And they apologized'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-69095257523927596</id><published>2009-09-22T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:52:04.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>TGIF MOA's most disappointed and unhappy customer</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's me. Not only me, but my family as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be posting here my letter of complaint addressed to their GM. I also copy furnished the Marketing Department of the Bistro Group. Please, feel free to cut and paste my post in your blog as well. So that the public may know and be aware of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, fantasy; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;General Manager TGI Friday's MOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, fantasy; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dear General Manager,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I am writing in behalf of my family who experience the most disappointing and frustrating experience that we encountered with your branch and service crew last Sunday, Sept. 20, 2009 between 12:45 - 2:00pm.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, fantasy; font-size: 15px; "&gt;We went to MOA with the purpose of celebrating my mom's birthday and to go to the Book Fair at the SMX. We are thinking whether to eat at Fish and Co. or at Friday's. Since we have such a great experience with Friday's we decided to eat lunch there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, fantasy; font-size: 15px; "&gt;We arrived at Fridays and we were greeted by your receptionist by the name of Shyne. She told us that we are third in line. We said okay and we are willing to wait. But we noticed that it took a while and then we were told that the diners are still inside waiting for the boxing match to finish. Its okay, we said. Then again, we noticed that there are customers after us keep on going in and that's the time we asked what's happening. It was only then that Shyne told us that we were 3rd in line in a big group. She didn't advise us earlier. That's the time we blew our top. We are hungry that time; my dad has to eat lunch in order to take his medicine but is willing to wait because of the good food that you serve. But your receptionist didn't even bother to offer us something. Out of frustration and anger we scolded her and I specifically told her to call her boss. She went in, and it took some time before I decided to come in and that's the time she was explaining her side to the manager. While I was complaining, she keeps on defending herself into which I scolded her to stop defending, you've done so much damage already and that you're not telling the truth. Out of anger my dad called her stupid. Your manager that time didn't do anything about it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, fantasy; font-size: 15px; "&gt;When we ate at the MOA branch the first time, we were given the option that to have 2 separate tables since we are a big group into which we readily agreed. Because of that experience, we went back again. But our 2nd visit to your branch proved to be fatal and is one of the most disappointing and frustrating experience of all time. We didn't have any problem with any Friday's branch specifically Glorietta and Bonifacio High Street. Because of your exceptional service we keep on coming back. Though our tirade to the receptionist became personal that time, that we apologize, but the way she treated us ruined your customer service orientation and reputation - that, is a big no-no for us. You espouse good quality service and we expect much, yet she didn't meet our expectations. But if this matter or issue cannot be resolved, I'm afraid my family won't see much of Friday's MOA anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 15px; "&gt;cc: Marketing Department, Bistro Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-69095257523927596?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/69095257523927596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=69095257523927596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/69095257523927596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/69095257523927596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/09/tgif-moas-most-disappointed-and-unhappy.html' title='TGIF MOA&apos;s most disappointed and unhappy customer'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-1544171959923043135</id><published>2009-09-06T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:37:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ber months</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since my last post. So sorry for not keeping you posted on what's happening to me lately. Well, a lot has happened, both in career and family life. Let me see if I remember some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career / Work-wise, let's say it's a surprise for me especially on the recent developments. You see, I'm part of this national organization of Career Development specialists, and was part of the board. Because of certain personalities, I announced that I am not seeking re-election. It was too stressful. I like my work assignment, but the way I was treated, I don't like it anymore. But somehow a twist of fate (or arm I should say) made me run again and was pleasantly surprised that I'm in the top 3! So the long and short of it, I'm part of the board again. In work, I was given additional assignments that made me travel - by car. No flights yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family-wise, it's a private thing between couples and my close friends know about this already. But one thing is certain, we are okay and it's a learning experience. Our marriage is not perfect, it's a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! This is all for now. Will post a new update soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-1544171959923043135?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1544171959923043135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=1544171959923043135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1544171959923043135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1544171959923043135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/09/ber-months.html' title='Ber months'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8757162986149842601</id><published>2009-08-25T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:34:34.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road rage?</title><content type='html'>I am reposting this post from a friend who had first-hand traumatic experience on the road...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(41, 48, 59); "&gt;Last August 20 between 5:30 to 6PM.I was on my way to Podium. It was traffic and it was in EDSA and so I assumed it was normal to get caught in a traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly your PLDT Vehicle (ZBP 776) cuts us off and starts cursing the taxi driver.They follow us and harass the taxi of which I was in. And starts cursing the taxi driver AGAIN but with a louder voice. The windows were closed but I can hear them and as if It wasn't enough they stop their vehicle i nfront on the taxi get down.3 Men get out of the vehicle and 2 of them starts pounding the taxi my window included and demands the taxi driver to get down.A man pulls out a knife.I was appalled and shocked at their behavior to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they would say that it was the taxi driver's fault. But I really think they should know better being educated and working for a prestigious company like PLDT. These people represent their company and they would do that to a taxi driver not even caring that there was a passenger.I'm sure that they will say that its not their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell it as I see it This was ego and power tripping to the highest level. I maybe just a passenger and I can still feel the trauma up to now. I even had to call my doctor because my palpitations was so bad I thought I&lt;br /&gt;was going to have a heart attack.I'm scared to ride a taxi..I freak out when I see a PLDT vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to put on record the mental agony that I have undergone. No one should have the go through the trauma that I went through. I maybe just be a simple citizen but I too have a voice and this voice&lt;br /&gt;would like to be heard and would not be kept silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#29303B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;She doesn't deserve that. I take cabs and horror stories such as these makes me more scared to ride alone. If you know someone who works at PLDT, please, please, let them know this. Let's not be silent on this. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7573778725829361699-8757162986149842601?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8757162986149842601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8757162986149842601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8757162986149842601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8757162986149842601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-rage.html' title='Road rage?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2981012473929664688</id><published>2009-06-09T08:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:29:45.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><title type='text'>The IL Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Si2sp2hj19I/AAAAAAAAADU/mTLcBy4hJVQ/s1600-h/IL+factor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Si2sp2hj19I/AAAAAAAAADU/mTLcBy4hJVQ/s320/IL+factor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345118167769536466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahabol kong entry ito sa mga misis.. (my last-minute entry for the mrs) for the Monday Memoirs!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marrying hubby was also getting the whole barangay. Plus with all the traditions. You see, we don't came from the same province. He's Kampampangan, I'm Ilongga. And we are the opposites though they say we look alike, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Memoir Monday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/memoirmonday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Memoir Monday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-2981012473929664688?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2981012473929664688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2981012473929664688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2981012473929664688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2981012473929664688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/06/il-factor.html' title='The IL Factor'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Si2sp2hj19I/AAAAAAAAADU/mTLcBy4hJVQ/s72-c/IL+factor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5480343203903312099</id><published>2009-06-04T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:58:38.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fab Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><title type='text'>Am I a shopaholic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For today's topic, let me try to answer the survey... (my answers are in red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shopping Allowance…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(a) Hubby gives me on a monthly basis…&lt;br /&gt;(b) I save up for my own.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;(d) Depending on whatever’s left in the budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I buy only twice a year - before classes start and christmas time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The bulk of my shopping money or “extra cash” goes to…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Bags&lt;br /&gt;(b) Shoes&lt;br /&gt;(c) Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(d) Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;(e) Books&lt;br /&gt;(f) Gadgets&lt;br /&gt;(g) Make-Up&lt;br /&gt;(h) All of the Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;none of the above - more on savings or bonding time (i.e., date) with my daughter when we have mom-daughter time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The one kikay item that I can never live without, even if it’s worth my last penny is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The most expensive kikay item that I have or had, but I think is worth every centavo is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The best place to shop for affordable but quality goods is at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Clothes/ Bags/ Shoes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;depends on the style. i agree with the saying that if i can't find it in my size, then it's not my time to buy. but if I do, you will see me at woman (for clothes), sm and landmark (for shoes and bags)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Gadgets: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have a china phone hehe, so sa bangketa lang yun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Books: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;normally book sale. but with my dad filling up our house with books, no need for me to look for one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Make-Up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have new and unused hand-me-downs of estee lauder blush on and eye shadow from my mom. but for face powder, it's pond's for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jewelry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;our ninang in the wedding! she's the one who gave us our wedding rings as gift. but i'm more of the accessories type, so... divisoria is the place to go ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you cannot afford a brand new Louis Vuitton, you will…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Buy pre-owned ones at lower prices&lt;br /&gt;(b) Save up and wait until you can afford it&lt;br /&gt;(c) Swipe the card anyway and think about the bills later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(d) Buy a similar type from the more affordable brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who is the bigger spender in terms of shopping? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Me!&lt;br /&gt;(b) The Hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(c) Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Have you ever splurged on something that was not really worth it? If yes, what item? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is there any kikay item or any gadget that you are currently saving up for, care to share? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i already have my gadget - it's a laptop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you the type who goes to the mall, and can never leave empty-handed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I just realized that I'm a scrooge, after all.. heehee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Fab Finds Thursday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/fabfindsthursday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Fab Finds Thursday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-5480343203903312099?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5480343203903312099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5480343203903312099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5480343203903312099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5480343203903312099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-shopaholic.html' title='Am I a shopaholic?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_fabfindsthursday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2173362267318275466</id><published>2009-06-03T15:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:53:30.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodie Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Chi-Cha na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ah, food. It's the centerpiece in every Filipino household. This is where the "Board" meets, where decisions are consulted and made and announcements be taken simply like a grain of salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Between me and hubby, it is hubby who mostly loves to cook. But don't get me wrong, I also cook, but he's the one with the most required spices such as thyme, cumin and the like. He doesn't like ready-made sauces and wants the real thing. I also have my share of recipes and tips, and recently I thought of doing a spaghetti sauce that can serve as nacho / tostilla chip dip. It was such a hit that my family wants me to cook that often. Also recently my mom taught me how to cook her infamous grilled squid in garlic sauce. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So where are the tips here? Maybe I can share here the recipe for the grilled pusit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Squid (the big one, yung tawag nilang lumot ba yun?), body should be semi-cut into serving pieces (most supermarkets have this already sliced and even marinated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Finely chopped garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. In a pan, fry the garlic until it turns golden brown. Your oil should be at least 1 - 1 1/2 cup. Set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Grill the squid. Put a tinfoil under the grill so that the squid will not harden. Squids are easy to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Put the cooked squid in a platter and pour over the garlic and the oil. Serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Depending on the size of your squid, 2 big ones can serve as dinner already. Hope you like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Foodie Wednesday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/foodiewednesday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Foodie Wednesday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7573778725829361699-2173362267318275466?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2173362267318275466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2173362267318275466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2173362267318275466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2173362267318275466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/06/chi-cha-na.html' title='Chi-Cha na!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_foodiewednesday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2519485137712060698</id><published>2009-06-02T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:29:56.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chika Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Chika Tuesdays: What will I do with Php180M?</title><content type='html'>I would say this is my first post for the Tuesday edition of the Wifespeaks. Php180M is supposedly the pot for the lotto which somebody won recently. If given the chance, the opportunity and the blessing to have this much moolah, I would do...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) pay off all our debts! (who doesn't have one?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) fully pay all my children's educational plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) fully pay my personal insurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) invest for our children's future (invest in mutual funds or trust funds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) get my hubby his own insurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) get our own home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) give to our community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) get a memorial plan for me and my hubby (morbid, I know, but you'll never know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) invest for our retirement (same as #4 but that's for us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) travel - domestic muna before international ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) set up own business (have something running now, but need to have on our own - it's my mom's baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the list will go on. But these are the first things that came to mind. I will continue to work (my salary being my "allowance", heehee). Seriously, it boils down to responsibility and simple living. It won't last long, but it will be a big help. Plus, prayers are still the best weapon for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you, dear reader? Have any thing in mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Chika Tuesday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/chikatuesday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Chika Tuesday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7573778725829361699-2519485137712060698?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2519485137712060698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2519485137712060698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2519485137712060698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2519485137712060698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/06/chika-tuesdays-what-will-i-do-with.html' title='Chika Tuesdays: What will I do with Php180M?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_chikatuesday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5604997971864177285</id><published>2009-06-01T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:56:25.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir Monday'/><title type='text'>Money and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just have to apologize to the misis out there. Wanted to post,  but work and studies swamped me up. Here's trying to catch up with this week's topic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we got married, I already made some investments. You see, I was a solo parent before getting married. Let me make this clear though: this is my first and only marriage. I didn't married the guy who donated his sperm simply because he disowned my eldest. (that's another post). So having a baby out of wedlock, fresh out of college has made some drastic changes in my lifestyle and handling money. Now I need to budget everything. Which made me also realize that I need to invest in my daughter's education, healthcare and my personal insurance. So, in summary, I have an educational plan and personal insurance. The healthcare is being given by the workplace. I also have some credit cards but I specifically separate them for groceries and emergency cases (like confinements or treatments that is not included in the healthcare package).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When hubby and I started our wedding preps, we didn't open a joint account. It's more of a 50-50 contribution. So off we go to check affordable and within budget suppliers and most of our wedding paraphernalia was DIY. But we unanimously agreed that instead of accepting gifts or be enrolled in the bridal registry, we would like to accept cash so that we have funds of our own. Which our guests didn't let us down. We received a modest sum and invested it in mutual funds. But it didn't last long. Family emergency (specifically on his side) came and we were forced to use the money into which until now I have no idea if it was given back or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now there are no hard and fast rules on our end. We consulted each other and arrive at a mutual decision. If there are conflicts, we simply talk about it and decide without compromising our stand. I think it's basic - communication and trust, especially in this topic, don't you agree? If so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join us! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Memoir Monday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/memoirmonday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Memoir Monday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7573778725829361699-5604997971864177285?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5604997971864177285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5604997971864177285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5604997971864177285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5604997971864177285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/06/money-and-marriage.html' title='Money and Marriage'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_memoirmonday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3973690848715471023</id><published>2009-05-27T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:40:04.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Acoustic Night: The Repeat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sh0YAd741OI/AAAAAAAAACs/H2Cq-exuwk4/s1600-h/acoustic+teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sh0YAd741OI/AAAAAAAAACs/H2Cq-exuwk4/s320/acoustic+teaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340451129446159586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a teaser poster. For details, just leave a message. Hope to see you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3973690848715471023?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3973690848715471023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3973690848715471023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3973690848715471023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3973690848715471023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/acoustic-night-repeat.html' title='Acoustic Night: The Repeat!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sh0YAd741OI/AAAAAAAAACs/H2Cq-exuwk4/s72-c/acoustic+teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-4745936716047590979</id><published>2009-05-15T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:03:50.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sgz0qjU0z1I/AAAAAAAAACk/BT0CU2JH_Jo/s1600-h/51-127_2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sgz0qjU0z1I/AAAAAAAAACk/BT0CU2JH_Jo/s320/51-127_2777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335908670401466194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In one of my egroups, someone asked if anyone has their wedding gowns and would want to part of it. At the instant I would say yes and give it to that person, but a part of me says wait a minute. A part of me asks, "don't you have any sentimental value to it? like it's the dress that you wore on your wedding day!" or better yet - "isn't it that you plan to have it dry-cleaned and vacuum-seal it so that you can give it to your daughter or daughter-in-law when their day comes?" Another part would say - " it's taking up space. it would be good if you have a container van or a basement where you can keep it, but for how long? and besides, how can you be so sure that your daughter will get married? (she might enter the convent or become single for the rest of her life)? and you're dictating what she would wear, not giving her own freedom to design and choose."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot came to mind, actually. But basically, I know how it feels to prepare for the wedding and the expenses keep on piling up as the day approaches. I have been there. Because of the budget, most of my wedding stuffs are DIYs. And after the wedding, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's how I decided on letting the dress go. It would be good though if I want to wear it again, but where? Maybe because also I am not too sentimental on those items that would gather space and dust. And I think it's about time to de-clutter and let go of some things that takes up space and dust. And that dress is a start. But don't ask me about the unity coins - that I won't let go! Hehe. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-4745936716047590979?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4745936716047590979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=4745936716047590979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4745936716047590979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4745936716047590979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sgz0qjU0z1I/AAAAAAAAACk/BT0CU2JH_Jo/s72-c/51-127_2777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-4067155829083464423</id><published>2009-05-07T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:08:57.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fab Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><title type='text'>Fab Finds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Fab Finds Thursday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/fabfindsthursday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Fab Finds Thursday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SgI8HJhotbI/AAAAAAAAACc/BQwEjtmSKPE/s1600-h/fabfinds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SgI8HJhotbI/AAAAAAAAACc/BQwEjtmSKPE/s320/fabfinds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332891002273838514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to post this before buckling down at work (read: reports due today hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the start of our wedding preps, I made sure that hubby is there when we buy supplies or materials needed. As for the suppliers, he gives a free hand on it (as long as he pays hehe). So, in the course of our wedding preps, we are frequent visitors of Divisoria and Market! Market! which during that time just opened. I can't say that we are on a tight budget, but most of our items found in the picture are DIYs, something borrowed, and of course, something new. My something new are: my shoes are from Janeo which I still use it up to now when we attend formal occasions, sandalwood fans from Divi (we got it at Php6 each from Php8), flowers from angelic blooms (which I was a bit apprehensive later because of the horror stories that the brides experienced from them - but they performed well on me) and the unity coins that I got from W@W :) the unity coins was a subject of discussion between me and my hubby because he wants old coins, I want the new ones for it to be different. You know who won, hehe. Something borrowed there is the cord from my friend. Actually she was very generous enough in letting me borrow her cord, veil and pillows :) thanks S! The DIYs there are the misalette, candles and the matchboxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it's a Fab find because we get to have looks at less price but still look stylish and expensive :) And that's one of the comments I received from people during our wedding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I just have to acknowledge our photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.jaime-elizaga.com/"&gt;Mr. Jaime Elizaga&lt;/a&gt; :) he's a fab find too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interested to join us? Check it &lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com/2009/05/fabfindsthursdays-01-commitment/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-4067155829083464423?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4067155829083464423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=4067155829083464423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4067155829083464423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4067155829083464423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/fab-finds.html' title='Fab Finds!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_fabfindsthursday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5760447159318889507</id><published>2009-05-07T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:30:47.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><title type='text'>No More Newly Imported Books in the Philippines; the Reason Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is a re-post. I got this from one of my egroups. No wonder Philippines is No. 1 in terms of corruption. I'm so disgusted and disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No More Newly Imported Books in the Philippines; the Reason Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A TRAGEDY..... .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Grr! This news makes my blood &lt;/span&gt;boil! Picked this up on a blog and I'm spreading the news to help stop this outrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months, the importation of books into the Philippines has virtually stopped.&lt;br /&gt;(To those of you who frequent bookstores, I don't know if you've noticed.) The reason why is&lt;br /&gt;explained in this article by Robin Hemley, a University of Iowa creative writing professor&lt;br /&gt;currently on a fellowship in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no time to read the article, the essence is that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;because the Bureau of Customs has&lt;br /&gt;decided to impose duties on the importation of books into the Philippines. (italics and bold mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, despite the 1950 Florence Agreement on the Importation of Educational, Scientific and&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Materials (which you can see here), which the Philippines ratified in 1979. The preamble of the agreement states: "Considering that the free exchange of ideas and&lt;br /&gt;knowledge and, in general, the widest possible dissemination of the diverse forms of self-expression used by civilizations are vitally important both for intellectual progress and international understanding, and consequently for the maintenance of world peace...", an indisputable proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from Robin Hemley's article (I shortened it a bit. Better if you can read the&lt;br /&gt;whole thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Over coffee one afternoon, a book-industry professional (whom I can't identify) told me that for the past two months virtually no imported books had entered the country, in part because of the success of one book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. The book, an international best seller, had apparently attracted the attention of customs officials. When an examiner named &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rene Agulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; opened a shipment of books, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he demanded that duty be paid on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importer of Twilight made a mistake and paid the duty requested. A mistake because such&lt;br /&gt;duty flies in the face of the Florence Agreement, a U.N. treaty that was signed by the Philippines in 1952, guaranteeing the free flow of "educational, scientific, and cultural&lt;br /&gt;materials" between countries and declaring that imported books should be duty-free. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Agulan told the importer that because the books were not educational (i.e., textbooks) they were subject to duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they aren't educational, I might have argued,but aren't they "cultural"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter. With this one success under their belt, customs curtailed all air shipments of&lt;br /&gt;books entering the country. Weeks went by as booksellers tried to get their books out of storage and started intense negotiations with various government officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doubly frustrated booksellers and importers was that the explanations they received from various officials made no sense. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was clear that, for whatever reason-perhaps the 30-billion-peso ($625 million) shortfall in projected customs revenue-customs would go through the motions of having a reasonable argument while in fact having none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customs Undersecretary Espele Sales explained the government's position to a group of frustrated booksellers and importers in an Orwellian PowerPoint presentation,  at which she reinterpreted the Florence Agreement as well as Philippine law RA 8047, providing for&lt;br /&gt;"the tax and duty-free importation of books or raw materials to be used in book publishing." For lack of a comma after the word "books," the undersecretary argued that only books "used in book publishing" (her underlining) were tax-exempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What kind of book is that?" one publisher asked me afterward. "A book used in book publishing." And she laughed ruefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it. Maybe I should start writing a few. Harry the Cultural and Educational Potter and His Fondness for Baskerville Type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, with the Florence Agreement, she argued that only educational books could be&lt;br /&gt;considered protected by the U.N. treaty.  Customs would henceforth be the arbiter of what was and wasn't educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For 50 years, everyone has misinterpreted the treaty and now you alone have interpreted it&lt;br /&gt;correctly?" she was asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes," she told the stunned booksellers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout February and March, bookstores seemed on the verge of getting their books released-all their documents were in order, but the rules kept changing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now they&lt;br /&gt;were told that all books would be taxed: 1 percent for educational books and 5 percent for&lt;br /&gt;noneducational books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A nightmare scenario for the distributors; they imagined each shipment being  held for months as an examiner sorted through the books. Obviously, most would simply pay the higher tax to avoid the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distributors told me they weren't "capitulating" but merely paying under protest. After all, customs was violating an international treaty that had been abided by for over 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, booksellers had to pay enormous storage fees. Those couldn't be waived, they were told, because the storage facilities were privately owned (by customs officials, a bookstore owner suggested ruefully). One bookstore had to pay $4,000 on a $10,000 shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the first shipment of books was released, an internal memo circulated in customs&lt;br /&gt;congratulating themselves for finally levying a duty on books, though no mention was made of their pride in breaking an international treaty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward this or disseminate this in any way you can. In the name of reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;My take: What were they thinking?!?!?!?! I'm sure they are parents also, and that textbooks cost a lot. Not only textbooks but also those novels that their kids read! They should not complain if the library fees of the schools of their children are big - because of their greed. This should be looked and be investigated upon. Truly, they are the role models of - "Moderate their greed". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;SO DISGUSTING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-5760447159318889507?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5760447159318889507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5760447159318889507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5760447159318889507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5760447159318889507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-more-newly-imported-books-in.html' title='No More Newly Imported Books in the Philippines; the Reason Why'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2998997432084678249</id><published>2009-05-06T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:09:16.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodie Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Food Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/foodiewednesday.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SgDtvfr2V3I/AAAAAAAAACU/t6yF5V8ath4/s1600-h/foodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SgDtvfr2V3I/AAAAAAAAACU/t6yF5V8ath4/s320/foodie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332523359021717362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to apologize for not posting yesterday. Was busy at my activity in a school in QC. But this topic for the Misis - I won't miss this because this one is close to my heart - food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was single, I love going out with friends, trying a new restaurant or diner and have nightcap afterwards. When I got married, I still do that - either with my girlfriends or with hubby. We also do the same thing - try out the new restaurants or simply go back to our old-time favorite. But sometimes we don't agree on the restaurant. We somehow have this unwritten commitment and agreement that if my spouse wants this, you'll have to wait for your turn after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in Baguio last year attending a friend's wedding when this diner caught our eye on the first night. It was really an old-style diner, the one you would imagine servers in roller skates, it brings you back to the 50s - 60s era. We decided to eat lunch there before heading off to Manila. Now we know why it is always full of people. See the picture? See the bread? Yup, it's not cake or butter toast or 2 bread slices stacked together, but they are BREAD. And with that big serving of spaghetti, one might think that it's expensive, but that alone costs Php90.00 only. Unbelievable, noh? And oh, before I forgot, it's yummy too :) Our bill for lunch that time reached 200-300 I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next time you hie up to Baguio, look for this diner - 50's Diner. It's located along Leonard Wood Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7573778725829361699-2998997432084678249?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2998997432084678249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2998997432084678249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2998997432084678249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2998997432084678249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-trip.html' title='Food Trip!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_foodiewednesday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5469263557312794808</id><published>2009-05-04T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:02:23.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifespeaks'/><title type='text'>WS: Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wifespeaks.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" title="Wifespeaks: Memoir Monday" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/memoirmonday.gif" alt="Wifespeaks: Memoir Monday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sf6DMQDgSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/lcgxL4cNQ0w/s1600-h/34-127_2748.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/Sf6DMQDgSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/lcgxL4cNQ0w/s320/34-127_2748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331843255344581234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at my wedding photos, I can't help but get giddy all over again...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In spite of what had happened during our wedding, I'm thankful that we are on our 5th year of married life. May not be blissful, but can be a source of envy (for his female office mates especially). We may not be perfect, but we are a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-5469263557312794808?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5469263557312794808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5469263557312794808' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5469263557312794808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5469263557312794808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/05/ws-commitment.html' title='WS: Commitment'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/meeyagirl/wifespeaks/th_memoirmonday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-315934517274027795</id><published>2009-04-26T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:33:12.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Here's hoping</title><content type='html'>PAL just recently announced its promo for international flights. Just imagine, $58 for a round trip to Hong Kong! My mom suddenly said, "Let's go!" So to cut the long story short, we'll go to HK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only me, but also the little girl and my brother. You might ask where's hubby in all of this, well, someone needs to take care of the little boy while we are away. And besides, he will go with my dad in Iloilo during the long weekend (June 12-14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that we'll definitely go by then. I mean, it's a great blessing for us to go there and I'm sure the little girl will definitely enjoy since we're going to HK Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week, I'll be out of the office - 2 days of institutional meetings and 2 days of VL. After which, I'll have 2 full weeks of work (because my little girl will have her summer class) and the remaining 2 weeks of May will be devoted to VLs. What to do? Well, aside from personal errands, need to do my never-ending paper. Ah, the pressure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-315934517274027795?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/315934517274027795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=315934517274027795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/315934517274027795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/315934517274027795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-hoping.html' title='Here&apos;s hoping'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2875360668514744857</id><published>2009-04-24T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:49:50.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog, but nothing comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot before and now it seems that I can't put them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarrgghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of thoughts running in my head and I can't seem to organize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those days that my mind seems to conk out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday blues? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be patient with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2875360668514744857?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2875360668514744857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2875360668514744857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2875360668514744857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2875360668514744857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5687767336264182833</id><published>2009-04-06T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:01:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Starbucks saved my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SdnEwKe-9dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZvRIYSAZJC4/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500766442026450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SdnEwKe-9dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZvRIYSAZJC4/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is of great help. It's a revelation how an affluent guy, with a top position at one of the biggest advertising firms, was suddenly downsized at work and became a barista at Starbucks. So, if you're thinking of a career change, try reading this one. It's insightful and helpful in making career decisions and how to adjust to the new kind of work, going out of your comfort zone. My dad got it at a bargain price of less than Php 100, but currently is being sold at Php 500 at National.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7573778725829361699-5687767336264182833?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5687767336264182833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5687767336264182833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5687767336264182833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5687767336264182833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-starbucks-saved-my-life.html' title='How Starbucks saved my life'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SdnEwKe-9dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZvRIYSAZJC4/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-456208692488366505</id><published>2009-04-06T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:55:23.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyone, I would like you to meet my new toys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SdnC-oNhL1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/bFgk8G5NgmU/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321497486600529554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SdnBxQH1ZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fyuAn7e5Bs/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my laptop last week, and this is my first laptop :) it's more of a notebook, actually. It's Gateway, and it's within my budget as a working mom. I got my cellphone free from SMART upon renewal of my subscription. It has WAP, so I can also browse anytime :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-456208692488366505?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/456208692488366505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=456208692488366505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/456208692488366505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/456208692488366505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SdnBxQH1ZpI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fyuAn7e5Bs/s72-c/DSC00451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3244945872848091965</id><published>2009-03-29T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:21:45.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><title type='text'>Privacy and Respect</title><content type='html'>Privacy is defined by Dictionary.com as the state of being free from intrusion or disturbance in one's private life or affairs: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the right to privacy while Respect is defined as &lt;/span&gt;to refrain from intruding upon or interfering with: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to respect a person's privacy.Those are two very basic words but heavy with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but be disappointed with the way they acted. Let me share this story that just recently happened. A disclaimer though: the things that are put here are my own account and experience. This is more a ranting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this weekend our community held a crossroads retreat in one of the retreat places in Tagaytay. It so happened that a show in ABS-CBN, particularly The Correspondents, asked permission from us that if they can cover our event as part of their report. Our admin person mentioned this to our elder, and automatically our elder said no because it's a private activity. So the production team left. They came back the second time and again asked since they are there and that the other group in the retreat facility allowed them to take their group, they asked if they could do the same to us. Again, the answer is no and that our elder mentioned that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we said no, you should respect our decision and our privacy. I hope you understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Into which they said they do understand. So we thought it was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on my way to the Ladies' room, the staff from the Retreat House and Bernadette Sembrano came over and asked if they wanted to talk to the elder. Right there and then I told her no, you cannot simply take videos. Hear me out, Sembrano says. Okay, I told her. She mentioned that the other group are elderly people and that she wanted to take the video of the community since we are young professionals and that we also attend retreats during Lent not just going to the beach. I told her that even if that's the reason, we would still not allow it simply because it is a private activity and that even if you talk to our elder, she will still give you the same answer. Even on our own terms. I told her even if we have terms, it's still a no. She said okay, and then they left. I communicated it immediately to our elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got the surprise of our lives when Sembrano is very insistent on talking our elder. She approached her and told her the same account. My elder told her that it's a no and you have to understand that. Then she became arrogant, saying, you're a catholic community and yet your staff are very edgy (read: mataray daw ako). Our elder said, yes, my people are edgy simply because you don't respect our decision. They ended still not covering us though I am wary because they might be taking videos of us while we're having an activity outside the conference room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be bold in stating her name, yes, but my respect for her as a journalist or in that profession came down big time. I am a bit sad because they did not understand the meaning of NO. I wanted to ask though if they would allow us attending their own weddings, parties and affairs and take pictures of it even if they do not know us. Of course not! Then I think the same rule applies to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we as individuals with no stellar status on our belts should not approve these people to step on us just to get a story. And they should draw the line. And our right to privacy should be respcted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to request you though: if you happen to watch correspondents and see us, do tell me immediately :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3244945872848091965?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3244945872848091965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3244945872848091965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3244945872848091965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3244945872848091965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/privacy-and-respect.html' title='Privacy and Respect'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-1877087558339285601</id><published>2009-03-22T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:22:47.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>An "unfortunate" event</title><content type='html'>Though it is somewhat similar to the book, I must say, a lot has happened and I agree, it was unfortunate. This is just what happened last Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday saw me attending the Baccalaureate Mass in the morning and fetching my daughter at her Kumon class in the afternoon. She had her achievement test, and she passed so that she can proceed to the next level. After her Kumon, we went straight to the ENT to have her ear checked. She was given an ottic solution so that her ear wax softens so that when Monday comes, the ENT will need to clean it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the check-up we went to SM Manila to wait for hubby so that we can go home together. I was so looking forward to go home that day because I want to try the Hot Oil treatment that I got from Watson's as I am having some concerns with my hair, and at the same time rest because I have a lecture the following day at CSB (read: raket hehe). We decided that hubby will drop us off at the corner near our house so that he can go directly to his class in the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everything changed in an instant. We met an accident. Don't want to go into gory details (well if you insist, just pm me). Bottomline, no one was hurt (though the little girl is shaking, I was irritated, my MIL was a bit nervous but hubby is still...calm) except for the other party (as of press time, he is okay) and our car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I can say firmly it was really not our fault, but something happened and it is never be the same for us. It was a lesson learned and we will definitely learn from it. As of press time also, so far, I am okay. So far. I guess I am still in a state of shock and somehow, eventually, will really need to face it. How? I guess I'll take it a day at a time. I will survive this. Like with all my previous issues, if I can handle them, I am sure I can handle this also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My request - just pray for us and support us. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-1877087558339285601?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1877087558339285601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=1877087558339285601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1877087558339285601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1877087558339285601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfortunate-event.html' title='An &quot;unfortunate&quot; event'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-4280733646877154793</id><published>2009-03-18T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:10:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things</title><content type='html'>Been tagged again... le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my version of the ’25 Random Things’. It’s actually my random musings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   I am still a perennial student (even if I lack my paper, I consider myself a graduate because I passed the compre and thesis proposal defense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to learn basic photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just recently finished the Wicked book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am now currently trying to lose weight (and I hope what I'm doing now is effective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm taking a leave on April - almost the whole month that is. Still have VL credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I will do some personal planning come Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Travel to some domestic destinations that I haven't been - Palawan, Boracay and Puerto Galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to have a house that I will call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'm part of a service team for an upcoming retreat (details to post here soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On that retreat, I will be meeting some people who I haven't met for a long time and somehow created a 'gap' between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Though we made up, it's through email and it's still pretty awkward up to now when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I want to have my own line of business/es, so that I can be a SAHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am so busy with work lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I hope and pray that my little girl makes it to her finals and that she makes it to the grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  My baby girl is now a lady. Now I'm getting old. Gaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Life is a constant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I am a fan of Sun Tzu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I so like the smile of Elphaba of Wicked (aka Wicked Witch of the West)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  When I sleep, almost all of my body is under the comforter except for my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I also hate cockroaches - whether they are crawling or flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My kids' birthday month are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I like to cook. Will do my own version of seafood curry and oreo cheesecake during my VL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  I love to eat out and have nightcap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I love Makati Supermarket's Spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I firmly believe that God answers our prayers, not on our time, but on His time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-4280733646877154793?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/4280733646877154793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=4280733646877154793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4280733646877154793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/4280733646877154793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random things'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8770062539061260964</id><published>2009-03-18T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:14:36.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>How well do I know my partner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;was tagged by my MOH.  Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen? Lifestyle channel, anything about cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat, what kind of dressing does he get on his salad? a vinaigrette (spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like? ampalaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order? something light and healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school? Sta. Catalina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What size shoe does he wear? 9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich? tuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would this person eat every day if he could?  dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal? di niya type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would he never wear? something that he feels na hindi bagay sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team? wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did he vote for? dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is his best friend? jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is something he does that you wish he wouldn't do? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his heritage? pinoy! tho sr. placid thinks he's indonesian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You bake him a cake for his birthday, what kind of cake? chocolate mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did he play sports in high school? parang wala hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What could he spend hours doing? tinkering on the car, playing psp, sleep! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one unique talent he has? he can sing (carries a tune talaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, there's no #7. Oh well..&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/7573778725829361699-8770062539061260964?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8770062539061260964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8770062539061260964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8770062539061260964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8770062539061260964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-well-do-i-know-my-partner.html' title='How well do I know my partner?'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-978621229055191111</id><published>2009-03-12T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:09:48.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Wicked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SbivqQyfFMI/AAAAAAAAABk/gBEz0ys-y1I/s1600-h/wicked_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SbivqQyfFMI/AAAAAAAAABk/gBEz0ys-y1I/s320/wicked_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312188901079585986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the book! (Thanks to my dad, of course) and currently reading it.I can only give a bit feedback - quite interesting and enjoyable to read, and I am at the part where the Wicked Witch starts to become "wicked". It's a "pre" to the book of Wizard of Oz, and some of the questions that I have been meaning to ask was answered so far in this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give you an idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Why red scarlet slippers / shoes? Only to find out that those shoes are a gift of a father to his favorite daughter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Why her skin is green...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those sorts of questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to finish this so that I go on reading "Son of a Witch" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7573778725829361699-978621229055191111?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/978621229055191111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=978621229055191111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/978621229055191111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/978621229055191111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/wicked.html' title='Wicked!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SbivqQyfFMI/AAAAAAAAABk/gBEz0ys-y1I/s72-c/wicked_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3920958498531803744</id><published>2009-03-10T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:41:49.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hectic Weekends</title><content type='html'>My March weekends never looked so hectic! Up until the 3rd weekend of April, I think. Let's see why it's so hectic...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 7-8 - went home to Pacita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 14-15 - Island Cove with the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 21-22 - will facilitate a seminar then dinner with the household at Superbowl (we won during the Christmas party and it's our prize!) and the College Graduation on Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 28-29 - Crossroads Retreat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 4-5 - Start of the Holy Week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 11-12, Easter Vigil weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 19 - My son's third birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so looking forward to the College Shutdown wherein we have no office. Gives me time to rest and spend time with my kids. I also have x number of leaves left, and I am still thinking when to avail them given some changes that will happen in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am not sure of is when we will be going to Pacita for the Holy Week and if we are to spend summer at Pacita as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3920958498531803744?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3920958498531803744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3920958498531803744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3920958498531803744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3920958498531803744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-weekends.html' title='Hectic Weekends'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2968046576355295502</id><published>2009-03-04T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:46:07.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>50 secrets este 49 pala ;)</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I answer some surveys (I have an outstanding invitation to answer in my FB account, but I plan to put it here, but this is not the one - yet). So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 LITTLE SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;Be honest no matter what !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ONE]How many times have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Thrice, I think hehe (if you want to consider your grade school days). But technically, yeah, three only ;) Honest!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[TWO] Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;- Happily married :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FOUR] Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm.. if died, none so far.. but left the Philippines, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FIVE] What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- Steady lang. Answering this so that I'll get sleepy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SIX] Whats your brother(s) names?&lt;br /&gt;- Francis Xavier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEVEN]sisters names?&lt;br /&gt;- none. We are two in the family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[EIGHT] Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;- In our bedroom in our REAL home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NINE] Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm.... yep, especially if things doesn't go my way and when my schedule gets haywire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TEN] Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;- yep when I gave birth to my eldest one. Didn't contract that's why blood keeps on going out. Gory, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ELEVEN] Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;-  eat, read, laugh, SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWELVE] Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- as of now, none ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTEEN] What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- is it safe to say I'm married? Nah, kidding! I married the person I LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FOURTEEN] When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- last week when I had a very bad dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FIFTEEN] Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;- my kids :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SIXTEEN] What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;- what to do tomorrow hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEVENTEEN] Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- hubby's "stalker" heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EIGHTEEN] What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;- too many! But if one - I will survive by Gloria Gaynor! National Anthem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NINETEEN] What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- answering this survey, what else?!?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY] Do you trust anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm.. a two persons only (the other all and the other not all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-TWO] Have you hugged someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;- yup, my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-THREE] How many close friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- a lot! and all from different degrees of closeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-FOUR] Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;- colorful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-FIVE] Who/What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm.. how to finish this survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-SIX] What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- shutting down this laptop and prepare for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-SEVEN]&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared or worried about being alone ?&lt;br /&gt;- sort of. But we will survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-EIGHT] Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- my little lady ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY] Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- before, yep. Now, nope ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-ONE] What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;- black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-TWO] Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- the resumes that the students submit at my office to have it edited. Full of grammatical and typographical &lt;a href="mailto:errors!@[THIRTY-THREE"&gt;errors!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-THREE] Who was the last person to make you mad?&lt;br /&gt;- cashiers who doesn't have any change at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-FIVE] Is your hair naturally curly,straight or wavy?&lt;br /&gt;- straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-SIX] Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.. Bootylicious was more appropriate because of my behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-EIGHT] Hugged the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;- yep ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-NINE] Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on what I'm doing. I can't do that on my thesis, would I? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY] Plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- going home to myin-laws then watch Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-ONE] Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yup, forever grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-TWO] Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm... maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-THREE] What jewelry are you currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- rings  (wedding and engagement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-FOUR] What are you doing Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;- supposedly watch Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah but it was rescheduled to Sunday night. So, will pack some stuff to prepare to go home to Pacita this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-FIVE] Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely. Life was not fair then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-SIX] Have you ever broken someones heart?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so. But it was for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-SEVEN] Is there anybody you're really disappointed in?&lt;br /&gt;- oh yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-EIGHT] Last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- my father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY-NINE] How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;- 12 midnight because my mom and I talked some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FIFTY] How is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- so far so good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2968046576355295502?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2968046576355295502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2968046576355295502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2968046576355295502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2968046576355295502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-secrets-este-49-pala.html' title='50 secrets este 49 pala ;)'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-963304169889483155</id><published>2009-03-01T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:41:31.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>2nd phase of motherhood</title><content type='html'>I texted close friends about this 2nd phase of my motherhood. Just to announce, the little girl is no longer a little girl, but a lady already. At an early age too, just like me when I was during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to deal with another phase in my daughter's life and that is pre-teen period. This is the time of exploration of another phase and level and that there are more serious issues that I need to deal with and help my daughter overcome those issues. And somehow my "nightmare" has began. Anything is possible, especially in this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her guardian angel needs to work overtime. That goes for me also, praying hard that she will grow up loving God and be the woman God wants her to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-963304169889483155?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/963304169889483155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=963304169889483155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/963304169889483155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/963304169889483155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-phase-of-motherhood.html' title='2nd phase of motherhood'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2218273855012429045</id><published>2009-02-26T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:34:46.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>It's summertime!</title><content type='html'>Pag-asa reported that summertime came earlier than expected. Normally summer comes in at around mid-March. But, we are feeling the sweat and heat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's summertime already, hubby and I are thinking of ways how and where to spend summer with the kids (since the little girl will be on vacation by then). We are thinking of family fun, some driving, some cultural heritage trips so that my children would know how they became who they are and appreciate it. In spite of the heat, I'm sure they will enjoy because it will be so relaxing and inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Arizona, recently hubby and I are discussing of the possibility of having a house of our own. I'm looking at &lt;a href="http://www.scottsdalefineproperties.com/"&gt;homes in Scottsdale&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.scottsdalefineproperties.com/"&gt;Arizona&lt;/a&gt; just to get an idea what do we really want in a community - with a country club where the kids can enjoy swimming and playing and also provide a security and safety for us. But most of all, the feeling of being a part of a community is a big plus for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2218273855012429045?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2218273855012429045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2218273855012429045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2218273855012429045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2218273855012429045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-summertime.html' title='It&apos;s summertime!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-6811399602403802849</id><published>2009-02-25T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:58:19.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>(this is one of my sharings in one of my egroups. the reason why it's reminiscing, read on..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15 was Ruthie's first day at school. She's in Grade 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Ruthie when I was 22. Just when i was starting to have my career. Sheltered by my over-protective parents, I guess. Got naive, then wham bang, thank you! I have a baby. The guy wasn't that helpful either. He simply donated his sperm. That's why I call him my sperm donor. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present. I can't help but be nostalgic because Ruthie's starting to grow into a fine young girl. Very assertive. Sensitive. Loving. Caring. Mataray. Suplada. Hehe. The assertive part I guess came from her being a Scholastican and her mom's genes. That goes with all of it. Very vocal on her opinions and concerns. At her age, she is starting to become practical, if not, mature? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys being the "ate" of the group. Has a very imaginative mind. Creative also. Very appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her. There are times that I feel a tinge of regret, of not waiting for the right time to bear kids, the what-could-have-beens or what-should-have-been-dones or if-i-could-haves... but seeing her growing up, and being so lovable in her own way helps me ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my sharing in our community that has touched many people. Hopefully they were inspired also by that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to write this sort of sharing, but work and some other matters swamped me but that's not an excuse. This may be long, but please bear with me. :) Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I'm a mom. A first time at that. Everything is a first. When she joined pre-school, that was the time that I realized that I am a real mom. Don't get me wrong here, it's not that I realized that I am a 'mom', but more so of getting deeper into this full-time, 24/7, no leaves, no day-offs job. And it's fun! Believe me. When Ruthie has activities in her pre-school days such as the Halloween party and stuff, I personally see to it that her needs (her costume, etc) are met. And I enjoy every minute of it. It may be tiring though, but seeing her smile and enjoying her new stuff makes me.. hay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was pre-school. It was a challenge for me during the time when she took her entrance test at school. Of course, not only butterflies and mariposa are fluttering in my tummy, but it was there that I realized that I can't work! I can't concentrate on what I am supposed to do! Argh! My secretary is used to see me very intent on doing some tasks either in my table or at the computer, but for the very first time, she saw me staring into space, distraught. Well, so much for the workaholic mom and what hits you the most? The entrance test. I heard so much of horror stories of kids crying and stuff, and I feared that it might happen to my baby girl (alright, alright she's not a baby anymore, but now I realized even if she's grown physically, she's still my baby..now I know how my dad feels). This is the time that you can't seem to do anything, and you want to volunteer in your kid's place. But, she came through. St. Benedict and St. Scholastica granted their Benedictine kid's prayer (me being a Scholastican in my growing up years). Now, she is one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nanny before, but she left after holy week of this year. It's a big adjustment for me, because the timing was not-so-perfect. Ruthie just started taking her summer program. So, it's a work-out for me. It's a struggle to get up early morning (as I am not a morning person) then waking her up and preparing her to go to school.Thank God there's a grandmother to help me out (hehe). The first days of the summer classes opened, and she's starting to have some tantrums. And it's so damn hard being both a mom and a dad at the same time. As much as I want to comfort her, you just can't. She has to learn to grow up. As much as I want to smother her with hugs and kisses to ease her pain, I just can't. Someone has to tell her firmly that mommies are not allowed inside the classroom. Thank God for her teacher. She talked some sense into her, and every day until her last day at school, she's excited to go. Of course, how can I forget that on the last day, she bawled on my office? She was hurt. She was bullied. But giving her a hug and a congee made her day. I was affected too, but she has to see me strong in order for her to overcome this. Oh man, why does she have to undergo this? Realizing all along that she &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to undergo this, because if she can't, how and when she will learn to stand up and be strong for herself? Haay.. But, I received some consolation too. Another mom told me that, "mukha lang ata nagpapalambing sa iyo yung anak mo. kasi kapag nasa classroom, ate ng bayan." Well, that's good. I think (and I'm pretty sure you'll agree) that she got my "strong" personality. I'm really, really convinced that she's my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was her first official day as a Scholastican. Prior to this, my mom told me when she saw me fixing my daughter's stuff, now it's your turn. Graduate na ako dyan. And as for me? Seeing her running around the campus in her uniform (nostalgic, because I wore the same uniform eons ago) and smiling at me, screaming, "MOMMMMMYY!!!! AIIIEEEEEE!!!!" reminds me of how much God loves me so much for giving me a wonderful, talkative and hyperactive little girl. And it made me realize that if I am enjoying this scene now, how much more God? I think He's smiling and laughing along with Ruthie. And looking back at all the situations, I am pretty much amazed how I managed to pull through. But, that is God's work. Up until now, I still couldn't believe the countless miracles I experienced. No wonder, at the end of the day, I would just simply say, "Thank God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn now. And I want to relish the experience one day at atime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-6811399602403802849?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6811399602403802849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=6811399602403802849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6811399602403802849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6811399602403802849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5641539269247173842</id><published>2009-02-25T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:48:44.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Wounded Healer</title><content type='html'>I think I considered myself as that. I was wounded so many times, and I learned to rise and learn from those experiences. From what I understand, a wounded healer is someone who is goes through the pain and wounds and learns to rise up again and helps other people to overcome the same or similar situations just as he/she has undergone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in and out of relationships and I can't claim that I am an expert in love and relationships simply because I always fall. Like a phoenix, I rise up again, feeling loved and forgiven by God who I know from the very start of those situations frowns on it and yet in order for me to realize and grow, He made me go through it. Just like a parent. As much as you want to protect your child, you simply cannot because how will they know the right from wrong if you keep on shielding them, hiding them from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an afterthought, I also realized why God was really not blessing those situations because some things might have happened without the God's blessings. I now shudder at the thought of not abiding by God. Otherwise, where will I be right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I'm such a brat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-5641539269247173842?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5641539269247173842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5641539269247173842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5641539269247173842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5641539269247173842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounded-healer.html' title='Wounded Healer'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-588094598125614951</id><published>2009-02-25T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:47:40.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Tendonitis</title><content type='html'>Taken from http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/handwristsurgery/a/wristtendonitis.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrist Tendonitis&lt;br /&gt;What is wrist tendonitis?&lt;br /&gt;By Jonathan Cluett, M.D., About.com&lt;br /&gt;Updated: April 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;About.com Health's Disease and Condition content is reviewed by the Medical Review Board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrist tendonitis, also called tenosynovitis, is a common condition characterized by irritation and inflammation of the tendons around the wrist joint. Many tendons surround the wrist joint. Wrist tendonitis usually affect one of the tendons, but it may also involve two or more. Often wrist tendonitis occurs at points where the tendons cross each other or pass over a bony prominence. The wrist tendons slide through smooth sheaths as they pass by the wrist joint. These tendon sheaths, called the tenosynovium, allow the tendons to glide smoothly in a low-friction manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wrist tendonitis becomes a problem, the tendon sheath or tenosynovium, becomes thickened and constricts the gliding motion of the tendons. The inflammation also makes movements of the tendon painful and difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the symptoms of wrist tendonitis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common and consistent complaint of patients diagnosed with wrist tendonitis is pain over the area of inflammation. Swelling of the surrounding soft-tissues is also quite common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the diagnosis of wrist tendonitis made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis of wrist tendonitis is a made by looking for the characteristic signs of this problem. In addition, depending on the tendon that is inflamed, the physician can perform tests that stretch the area of concern to locate the precise source of inflammation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one type of wrist tendonitis is called DeQuervain's tenosynovitis. This is inflammation of the tendon at the base of the thumb. Often seen in new mothers, DeQuervain's tenosynovitis is diagnosed by a specific test called 'Finkelstein's test' where the patient makes a fist and the wrist is pulled away from the thumb. Pain from this maneuver is diagnostic of this type of wrist tendonitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the treatment for wrist tendonitis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immobilization - Placing the wrist in a splint or a cast is usually the first treatment step. Wrist tendonitis is due to recurrent irritation of the tendon and its sheath. By resting the tendon, the inflammation should decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice the Injury - Applying an ice pack intermittently to the area of inflammation may also be beneficial. Icing wrist tendonitis can help to cool inflammation and also stimulates blood flow to the area of tendonitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Inflammatory Medications - Nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory medications will help control symptoms of pain, but more importantly they help in the treatment of wrist tendonitis to decrease inflammation and swelling of the soft-tissues. These treatment medications will decease the inflammatory response which is the cause of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortisone Injection - Cortisone is a more powerful anti-inflammatory treatment option that is given by injection directly to the site of inflammation. Cortisone injections are safe, but can weaken tendons over time if too many injections are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery - Surgery is only done when these other treatment methods have failed to solve the problem. If that is the case, the area of tight tendon sheath that cause the painful and difficult tendon movements can be released. The inflammatory tissue can also be removed in an effort to create more space for the tendon to move freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last updated:02/18/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;Almekinders, LC. "Tendinitis and other chronic tendinopathies" J. Am. Acad. Ortho. Surg., May 1998; 6: 157 - 164.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I have the symptoms exhibited there. I got the tendonitis Saturday morning. Stubborn as a mule, I thought the soreness will go away Sunday morning. But nope, it did not. In fact, it got worse. and the swelling got bigger. The consequence? I need to put my right wrist on a splint and put anti-inflammatory medications. For how long, I don't know - until I guess it's not that painful anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral lesson? Excercise. Hehe. Once in a while rest when working so as not to tire the hands too much. I'm not getting any younger, so start to take care of yourself...wokei. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-588094598125614951?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/588094598125614951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=588094598125614951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/588094598125614951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/588094598125614951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/tendonitis.html' title='Tendonitis'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7816322542330135809</id><published>2009-02-24T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:26:15.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Back to the grind</title><content type='html'>As of press time, I am back in the grind again. Looking forward to a busy week - catching up with work and having a meeting in the Ortigas area on Thursday and eventually do some personal errands after that meeting (read: offset for the extra hours rendered heehee) and before i know it, weekend na naman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7816322542330135809?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7816322542330135809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7816322542330135809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7816322542330135809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7816322542330135809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8791804180950513157</id><published>2009-02-23T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:16:27.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Long post about our holidays</title><content type='html'>Again, I am house-bound. By virtue of PGMA's announcement that educational institutions will have no classes due to EDSA 1. I think its a lame excuse for not being blamed by the people that she "forgot" to declare it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I am here in the house, might as well post what happened to us during the Christmas holidays. Forgive me, due to the busyness I forgot to post (plus the fact that we don't have interet connections during that time) so here I am, catching up with overdue posts. Let's start it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at work was December 19. So we prepared to leave by Saturday, December 20, to spend the Christmas holidays at my in-laws. This is one disadvantage though when you don't have a house of your own - you get to shuttle from one house to the next during holidays. That year, Christmas was to be spent at my in-laws while the new year will be with my family. And boy, when you say Christmas in the Philippines, by golly, for me by far it's the most busiest holidays ever! Like in our case - Christmas Day saw us hearing mass first then went to QC to visit hubby's relatives. After which we went to SM Manila to have hubby's polo exchanged for another size (wrong estimate on my part, hehe) and eventually headed off to Cavite where we had dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 26 saw us going to Pampanga to visit hubby's grandmother and the following day, December 27, we went to Alabang for some shopping and grocery. We missed the Makati Supermarket Coffee Shop so much that we ate there! Well, actually, it was more of a personal request on my part if ever we go home to Pacita, we make it a point to eat at Makati Supermarket :) Sunday came and we went back to Festival Mall to replace the charger Ate Merle bought and just simply rested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Pacita for Cavite on December 30 and spent the New Year until Jan. 1. January 1 was again, busy day because we have to go back to Makati, little brother needs to buy a router (so that the house will be wi-fi which is currently in place) and we need to fix things here. During that time I took home some office work (plus my never-ending paper) and worked on them into which it was an achievement because I get to finish all of them! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early part of January saw me meeting up with P. We had a great time together, catching up stories (for we haven't met for a long time) and eventually got busy for my Job Fair then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, getting married is literally fun and challenging, and it is true that not only have you married your hubby, but the whole clan as well. But that, is another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-8791804180950513157?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8791804180950513157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8791804180950513157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8791804180950513157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8791804180950513157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-post-about-our-holidays.html' title='Long post about our holidays'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-5150242043172193417</id><published>2009-02-20T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:18:34.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>An attempt to be creative</title><content type='html'>I just finished a personal project for a friend. And this is what it looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5TpY-AmwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kgn0RLmU9cU/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5TpY-AmwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kgn0RLmU9cU/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304769381631302402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5T0J4qdwI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ivPj4d20JY/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5T0J4qdwI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ivPj4d20JY/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304769566560909058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5T-V6v4kI/AAAAAAAAABU/OclLKgnTQ0c/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5T-V6v4kI/AAAAAAAAABU/OclLKgnTQ0c/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304769741589570114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the scrapbook addicts, this is my humble attempt at being creative. I just made this out of an inspiration. I hope that the person will get this likes it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-5150242043172193417?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/5150242043172193417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=5150242043172193417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5150242043172193417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/5150242043172193417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/attempt-to-be-creative.html' title='An attempt to be creative'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZ5TpY-AmwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kgn0RLmU9cU/s72-c/DSC00441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3892227181328441588</id><published>2009-02-19T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:18:52.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>House-bound</title><content type='html'>I'm on leave today. Not because I want to, but I have to. I need to sit down and do some personal things that needs my utmost attention. Office work has been very toxic lately because of the clearance requirements of the graduating students and the recently-concluded mock interviews of the third year - we are encoding their results to be given to them and to their department chairs and deans as well. Of course, that is one of the deliverables that I need to to submit to my boss as part of my year-end report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the opportunity to take a leave (I have excess hours that's equivalent to 2 days) to finish hopefully a portion of it. I also took some time to finish a personal project (I'll post some pictures before I give it to a friend of mine) then I'll have some "kikay" moments (foot spa to be exact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess work took a toll on me when I woke up almost lunch time today. Right now I'm blogging away then do my paper na. Seriously. Log off muna ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. While I was reading my post about Baguio, I completely forgot this - we ate at Diners on our last day. The servings are really big (please see my multiply site for the pictures) and the best part of which we caught the freezing temperature of Baguio (less than 10 degrees to be exact) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3892227181328441588?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3892227181328441588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3892227181328441588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3892227181328441588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3892227181328441588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-bound.html' title='House-bound'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3712471546586622886</id><published>2009-02-18T08:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:19:14.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>In our community, hubby and I are part of this household (that's what we call our small group for married people). Since it's love month, we have been tasked to give to our respective spouses a gift worth only Php100.00. Yup, you read that right. Php100.00 only. No more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was expecting hubby to give me flowers (assuming talaga ako, haha!) but what he did was he went home to his parents last weekend and spent the occassion there. So, no gift for me. but when he came back Sunday, he gave me a heavy gift. When I opened it, what I got was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 KitKat white chunky and 3 Choc-Nut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 meaning I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows those are my favorite chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to give him something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still in a dilemma what to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3712471546586622886?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3712471546586622886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3712471546586622886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3712471546586622886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3712471546586622886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My funny Valentine'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8222978995653960472</id><published>2009-02-13T08:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:20:15.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I got introduced to reading books by my mom at the age of 9 and it started with a Nancy Drew book. After that, I'm hooked. I got this trait from my dad who love reading books as pastime (and until now). From Nancy Drew I also entered the phase of reading Sweet Dreams, Perry Masons and the like until I read my first John Grisham novel - The Firm. I instantly became a John Grisham fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after graduating in college, I still read books as my first job was not that busy and stressful. But when little girl came along and me enrolling in the graduate school, my readings from novel became articles, textbooks and case studies. Leisure reading took a back seat. I got my groove back when I started reading the Paulo Coelho books and even asked my dad to give me the Lord of the Rings books into which I really devoured before their movies were shown. You may consider me a late bloomer in the Harry Potter series, but I catch up pretty quick until the last book. Same with the Twilight Series (though I haven't started with the last one, Breaking Dawn). But am not a fan of sci-fi books. Of course, the Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons of Dan Brown are tops on my list of good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw John Grisham again. I almost read all of his books and simply cannot pass up the opportunity to buy his new book (which hubby has mixed feelings kasi nga mahal!) and started devouring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZTKsZ_2U7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RJyZRZY-XKg/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZTKsZ_2U7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RJyZRZY-XKg/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302085525563659186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am also a fan of Max Lucado. That's why I considered this a good find because I saw his book at Book Sale for only Php180! Loot talaga! After reading John Grisham, this book can be my Lenten / Holy Week reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZTK3CiI87I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MFjdfBlW8lg/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZTK3CiI87I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MFjdfBlW8lg/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302085708243596210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back in the groove of reading again :) Happy weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-8222978995653960472?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8222978995653960472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8222978995653960472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8222978995653960472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8222978995653960472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SZTKsZ_2U7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RJyZRZY-XKg/s72-c/DSC00426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8356017673201126422</id><published>2009-02-09T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:24:56.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Much delayed post about Baguio</title><content type='html'>This is one of the unexpected trip for both of us. Hubby's friend is getting married in the city of pines (which we also considered before hehehe) and somehow it came as a surprise and expectation from hubby that she's (yep, it's a girl) getting married after a breakup with her BF who, coincidentally is also their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she told us that she's getting married and that we saw her invitation, being the OC person that I am, somehow I am well-versed with travel - from reserving to places to go. Of course with a budget. While my last visit to Baguio was around 8 years ago, I still won't forget the hotel where we stayed - Vacation Hotel Baguio. Was about to check them out when I heard that they already closed. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing the net, I chanced upon the website of &lt;a href="http://www.pnkyhome.com"&gt;PNKY home&lt;/a&gt;. It was idyllic, it was refreshing and most of all - affordable! I called them up to make sure that their rates have not changed as what is based on their website. I personally fell in love with the place because of the pictures that they presented and that they are affordable. When the rates where confirmed, I immediately booked our room and bought tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 6 saw us celebrating his birthday going up to Baguio. Left Manila past 6, it was a smooth travel until we reached the terminal at Baguio. Hubby's friend and his GF were waiting for us and they are also staying at PNKY. PNKY Home was located at Leonard Wood Rd which was accessible to almost everything - even SM Baguio and the terminal. From the terminal it took us 5-10 minutes to reach PNKY and boy, was the place heavenly! I liked the place - it's quaint, quiet and what you see in the pictures is what you get. What I didn't count on was it was located right in front of the famous white haunted house of Baguio. After checking in, we went to SM Baguio for lunch. I think this is the SM Mall that doesn't have any AC (obviously, hehe) We plan to eat there and accompany Darius to look for his polo to be used for the wedding the following day. We ate in one of the local restaurants there but had the shock of our lives. While waiting for our orders to be served, we were surprised to see a rat (like Ratatouille) entered the restaurant! I guess since the area is open, anything can come in. Parang nawalan na kami ganang kumain after seeing that. But somehow it didn't show when our food arrived hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night saw us having dinner at one of the resto-bar that's near PNKY - Brod Pit's. It is actually co-owned by Brod Pete himself. We had dinner and the boys drank beer in celebration of hubby's birthday and continued the session back at the hotel. I wanted to go down and join them, but I can't stand the freezing temperature of Baguio. Grabeng lamig talaga! Called it a night because the wedding starts at 9am the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning saw us taking breakfast together at the PNKY Cafe and it was yummy :) we prepared for the wedding and went to church for the wedding. It was far and since taxis are somehow rare in that area (compared to downtown), we are seriously planning to take a jeep (yes, in our formal wear) and go down were taxis are "abundant". Thankfully a taxi came and we were able to go to the reception area on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception was held at the Baguio Country Club. Food was warm and sumptuous. As the festivities went on, I can't help but remember MY wedding day. Sure, it was full of surprises and stress, but nevertheless, I enjoyed. While the AVP of the newlyweds was being shown, I also can't help but wonder what happened between her and the previous one while watching the uncanny resemblance of her groom with her ex. After eating, we really have to go because Darius and GF needs to goback to Manila for work the following day. As for us - hubby is on leave while I don't have classes (immaculate Concepcion Day) so we decided to stay 1 more day in Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Baguio Monday afternoon and bought some items as souvenir for the family. It was a trip worth taking, and we definitely agree that PNKY is the best bed and breakfast for us and when we plan to go there, we will definitely stay there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-8356017673201126422?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8356017673201126422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8356017673201126422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8356017673201126422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8356017673201126422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/02/much-delayed-post-about-baguio.html' title='Much delayed post about Baguio'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-6235485770642256766</id><published>2009-01-28T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:34:09.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Thank you so much for the prayers!</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers (naks, as if ang dami ninyo dyan.. hehehe!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my big, fat heart (LOL!) I would like to thank you for saying a short prayer for my Job Fair. Over-all, it was a success, but the best part of which - I was blessed with a sunny weather! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know I need a lot of posting to do. I think I need to list them down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Baguio Trip (sobra ng isang buwan ito!) - but I already posted our pictures at my multiply site and&lt;br /&gt;2) Christmas Holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if ang dami, ano? I'll just finish this first. Mamaya na ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Salamat po ng marami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-6235485770642256766?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6235485770642256766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=6235485770642256766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6235485770642256766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6235485770642256766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-so-much-for-prayers.html' title='Thank you so much for the prayers!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-453638671100132780</id><published>2009-01-14T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:33:38.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>It's crunch time already on the working section of my life, so the Baguio trip and Christmas stories will have to take a backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear readers, please pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) For the success of my Job Fair (Jan.22-23). That it won't rain, more companies will participate and our students happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) For the success of my OJT Orientation and Mock Interview. No hassles, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pray for a good weather specifically next week. My venue is at an open field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-453638671100132780?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/453638671100132780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=453638671100132780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/453638671100132780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/453638671100132780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3827108451636078991</id><published>2009-01-07T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:33:11.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>WELCOME 2009!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for not posting our Baguio Trip and other events last December. Been busy (busy-busyhan ba!) with a lot of things. But nevertheless, I will still post pictures (in my multiply site) and kwento here. This week, sana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm really catching up with work. After next week, Job Fair na kasi. Kaya ngarag session na ako. Please pray for the success of the Job Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3827108451636078991?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3827108451636078991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3827108451636078991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3827108451636078991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3827108451636078991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='WELCOME 2009!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2864262026062655669</id><published>2008-12-03T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:32:55.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Iloilo Day 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>November 1 was the most hectic day of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time for me (yes, it is) to go to a cemetery. So I never experienced the traffic and the heat. Until Nov. 1, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went first on my dad's side and spent some quiet moments there. After which, we went to a pasalubong store and lugged off almost 3 boxes full of goodies for our friends here in Manila. We ate lunch at Nes and Tats (simply because they were the only ones open during that time, and mind you, the shops close because it's Nov. 1 except for SM and Robinsons of course). After eating, off we went to my cousins' place in Juntado and another subdivision which I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went there, we saw how Typhoon Frank damaged their house. Most of their furnitures and appliances were destroyed, and now all their things are elevated, if not relocated in the second floor of their house. I forgot to take a picture of the marks made by the water and mud combined. After visiting them, we went to the outskirts of the city and visited the next memorial, spent time with them and eventually went home, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2 was the last day. We had a reunion with my mom's side of the family at Breakthrough restaurant where all fresh seafoods were served and so yummy! I got to see all my cousins and their children. Looking at my cousins and their children made me realize, hey, I am getting old. We have a new set of generation (you could check the pictures at my multiply site). We paid a bill of Php6k - take note, we are all 31 people. Unbelievable, ain't it? Pag sa Manila ka, 31 pax at 6k is not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went back to the house and started packing up. Manong B picked us up at around 5 and bought us to the airport. We checked in early and hang out in one of their coffee shops which was well-known in Iloilo. You would really see the difference in terms of prices in Iloilo and Manila especially airport food rates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the plane came in and after an hour, we are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! I finished my Iloilo trip. In a few days, hubby and I will be in Baguio. Another entry to fill up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2864262026062655669?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2864262026062655669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2864262026062655669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2864262026062655669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2864262026062655669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/12/iloilo-day-4-5.html' title='Iloilo Day 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7804864554510738377</id><published>2008-11-26T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:32:06.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Fully Booked Schedule</title><content type='html'>This time of the year is really a hectic period for all. Not only that it's a shortened period (last banking day is on December 24), but everything is in a rush and looonnngggg queues can be a bit irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me in particular, I need to finish EVERYTHING before December 19. You might ask why - because it's the last day for us in school, at the same time my nanny will have her off for 3 days so full-time mom ako nun. Also, we will be staying at my in-laws place until Christmas time so in short, domesticated ang buhay ko nun. But I'll be bringing some personal things to do (na sana magagawa ko). After Christmas, we will be at Cavite naman for the New Year before eventually go back to Manila and to the grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just plotted my calendar for the coming weeks, and boy, looking at it made me exhausted! Sana and hopefully I'll be able to accomplish it all. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7804864554510738377?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7804864554510738377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7804864554510738377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7804864554510738377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7804864554510738377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/fully-booked-schedule.html' title='Fully Booked Schedule'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-8917122102255910285</id><published>2008-11-26T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:31:47.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>STOP RACISM.</title><content type='html'>A fellow egroup-mate of mine shared her daughter's not-so-good experience. As a mom, I feel for her and for her daughter. So sad. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://livingmyotherlife.com/2008/11/25/protecting-my-childs-innocence/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should stop. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-8917122102255910285?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/8917122102255910285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=8917122102255910285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8917122102255910285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/8917122102255910285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-racism.html' title='STOP RACISM.'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-768389261855514673</id><published>2008-11-18T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:31:28.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>Baguio, here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SSJpq6fdcuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NoWJmEAFJ9Q/s1600-h/Baguio%2520Blue%2520Room%252002%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SSJpq6fdcuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NoWJmEAFJ9Q/s320/Baguio%2520Blue%2520Room%252002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269890699953533666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is taken from www.pnkyhome.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet done with my Iloilo experience and yet we are leaving again to the City of Pines to attend a friend's wedding. We won't bring the kids anymore kasi sandali lang kami dun and sayang lang ang pamasahe. Will do that if a longer time and vacation and budget permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will celebrate his birthday and our anniversary there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop will be the bus reservation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, need to finish all my Iloilo postings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-768389261855514673?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/768389261855514673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=768389261855514673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/768389261855514673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/768389261855514673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/baguio-here-we-come.html' title='Baguio, here we come!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaNto1ePwF4/SSJpq6fdcuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NoWJmEAFJ9Q/s72-c/Baguio%2520Blue%2520Room%252002%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3495567737486718229</id><published>2008-11-13T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:30:52.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Iloilo Day 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>Day 2 started at 7:30am with me preparing breakfast. Nothing fancy, just pancakes, sausages and egg. Pinaliguan ang 2 kids then fixed the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later hubby prepared lunch for all of us and for the rest of the 2nd day, we stayed at home. No activity whatsoever except for me that I was really dead tired with all the chores plus taking care of the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early again and prepared breakfast - this time a lot because my mom and my brother will be arriving on that day. They came in at around 9am, pretty much the same time we arrived. After eating and settling down, we again prepared for lunch and eventually went out. Woohoo! Nakalabas din kami sa lungga! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my Tito's shop in downtown and eventually bought candles for our visit to the cemetery tomorrow. Also, my mom reserved a van for us to get around. Which was good. Arrived home and prepared dinner. Little boy is starting to get cranky so he went to bed early. And we have to kasi maaga kaming mag-iikot sa mga sementeryo at konting sight-seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3495567737486718229?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3495567737486718229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3495567737486718229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3495567737486718229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3495567737486718229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/iloilo-day-2-and-3.html' title='Iloilo Day 2 and 3'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2046252552996608392</id><published>2008-11-10T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:30:21.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Iloilo Day 1 - October 29, 2008</title><content type='html'>Our day started at 4:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, fixed ourselves and woke up the kids para makahabol sa check-in. I'm a stickler to time, especially when it comes to checking-in. Baka masaraduhan ka eh, hehe. Plus I have 2 kids in tow. So medyo magulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa NAIA 3 kami nag-check in and dun ko lang na-realize big time na matagal na akong hindi naglalakbay. (lalim, anoh?!) Dun ko lang na-appreciate yung early check in pero bonggang-bongga paghihintay yan not to mention the looonngg walk. The gate that we entered, haba na ng pila. Kasi ipapasok mo pa sa xray machine nila ang mga bagahe mo plus your hand carry. After that, derecho na kami sa Air Philippines Check-in counter. Prior to this pala, my dad told us to bring extra food kasi baka ma-delay ang flight namin. Kasi my dad has the same flight schedule but it was delayed for 4 hours. Naku, mega handa ako at baka nga magkatotoo. At lagot talaga sila kapag nangyari yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the line, syempre, si Little Boy, takbo dito, takbo dun. Maya-maya may naamoy akong di-kanais-nais. Ayos, may laman ang diaper! Sabi ko sa waiting area na tayo magpalit para okay na. After namin mag-check-in, pay kami ng terminal fee and the long walk begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the terminal fee, may last xray booth kaming papasukin and isama mo sa xray booth and mga shoes. Buti na lang when I go on flights naka-sandals or slippers ako kaya madali. Hubby naman is thankful that he wore his crocs and not his rubber shoes. Same with the kids. After the last x-ray, off we went to the waiting area. Sus! Sa baba pa sya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbaba namin sa waiting area, agad-agad akong pumunta ng CR para palitan nga si little boy eh kaso hindi baby-friendly ang CR ng airport - walang diaper changing station. Kaya lumayo kami sa mga tao ant nag-occupy ng vacant seats para mapalitan ang maliit. After namin palitan we waited a few minutes more then it was announced that we can board the plane. May advantage pala pag bitbit mo ang mga kids kasi mauuna ka mag-board along with the senior citizens. We boarded a shuttle kasi ang layo pala nung eroplano! Hehe. We couldn't take pictures during that time kasi ang photographer ay nanay muna. Kaya sa loob na ng eroplano kami nag-picturan. In the middle of the flight, the little boy dozed off until we landed at Iloilo. We arrived there sometime 830ish. Ang ganda na ng airport ng Iloilo, malaki pa! Pero mabilis kasi yung baggage claim area malapit na sa exit, so nakuha na namin ang bags namin and we got out easily and saw my cousin who fetched us and brought us to my uncle's house where my dad is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating namin dun, wala pa yun uncle ko kasi nasa therapy session pa sya. Kaya we settled muna and rested for a moment before they arrived. Pagdating ng uncle ko, iba talaga na ang mukha nya - pumayat talaga. Then for lunch, my dad and hubby went out to buy lunch (kaya dito pumasok ang pagiging Inday ko). Nakatulog ulit si little boy at sa pagod ko din, sinamahan ko. Kaya tuloy late ako nakapag-lunch. After lunch sumama ako sa Auntie ko para bumili ng milk ni little boy at iba pang kailangan for dinner. Pagbalik namin and since maaga pa naman, na-idlip muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag dating ng dinner, nagluto kami ng pasta and we prepare a salad with salmon and bacon bits. Tuwang-tuwa ang tatay ko kasi for the first time daw, may matino daw silang kinain, hehe! We ended the day at 10pm with me finishing all the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen at the same time thinking what would be our breakfast for the second day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2046252552996608392?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2046252552996608392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2046252552996608392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2046252552996608392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2046252552996608392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/iloilo-day-1-october-29-2008.html' title='Iloilo Day 1 - October 29, 2008'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-1803478963998324646</id><published>2008-11-03T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:29:56.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Back from Iloilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of kwento to post here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, will post the pictures in my multiply site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami nakapag-ikot kasi full-time Dodong at Inday kami sa bahay. Kaya sa mga taong umaasa sa pasalubong, pagtiyagaan na lang ang mga pictures. Yan na ang pasalubong namin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-1803478963998324646?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1803478963998324646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=1803478963998324646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1803478963998324646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1803478963998324646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-197661108611561383</id><published>2008-10-28T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:29:18.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>The day before</title><content type='html'>Yep, this is the day before the D-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of things to do; some personal errands to run and finally packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, hubby and I went to MOA to do some shopping - not for me, but for him. We also looked around for a padlock for our suitcases. After all the walking, we plopped down at Chocolat, and ate dessert. Yummy! More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present concern is that little boy doesn't want to drink from the disposable bottle that I got last weekend. Wah! Need to psyche him up real good. I plan to buy his milk supply when we get there para hindi madami ang aming bitbit. As it is, we are lugging in the nebulizer (in case he gets an attack) and lots of medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, gotta run. Have some things to do and meet up with a friend for lunch. Will try to post details and take pictures. This may be my last post for the month, if not, for the week. Advance happy weekend, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. please do join my plurk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-197661108611561383?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/197661108611561383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=197661108611561383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/197661108611561383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/197661108611561383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-before.html' title='The day before'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7816590625740178341</id><published>2008-10-27T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:28:30.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Prologue to the Iloilo Trip</title><content type='html'>This is an impromptu trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle is sick, so the family decided that my dad should be the one to visit him, along with my mom. We decided to spend the health break at my in-laws (since the car was sold, we didn't have any means to go there lugging all our stuff). But my uncle is looking for ALL of us. So biglaan talaga ang trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went ahead last Saturday. I thought all the while that he's there sometime 9am, but no, Air Philippines delayed the flight to 4 hours!!!!! Hay caramba!!! They gave excuses such as maintenance, etc. I know they have that, but they shouldn't offered the flight sched kung ganyan lang pala ka-tagal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got our tickets na. Gawd, ka-mahal. Kami pa lang ni hubby, 9k. Plus the 2 kids, mga 9k din. So aabot mga 18-20k. Kahit discounted na yan, mahal pa rin. Kung hindi promo ang ticket, times 2 ang presyo. Hay, hihimatayin ata ako sa mahal. Tapos sa NAIA 3 ang check-in. Sabi ko pa dun sa agent, "yun po ba yung nahuhulog ang kisame?" Hehe, oo daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I looked forward to the trip, feeling ko, full-time mader and yaya ako. Sana naman, pumayat pa ako, ano?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it will be my little boy's first plane trip. So dapat i-document ito ng husto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7816590625740178341?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7816590625740178341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7816590625740178341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7816590625740178341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7816590625740178341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/prologue-to-iloilo-trip.html' title='Prologue to the Iloilo Trip'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-6977403504331125122</id><published>2008-10-24T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:28:07.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><title type='text'>I'm sprucing up my blog!</title><content type='html'>I've added some elements, as you may have noticed. Will add more if I can sneak in the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to post details of our trip to Iloilo - pre and post departure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pictures - check my multiply/facebook/friendster site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami, ano? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-6977403504331125122?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6977403504331125122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=6977403504331125122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6977403504331125122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6977403504331125122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sprucing-up-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m sprucing up my blog!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-7934633538176748470</id><published>2008-10-24T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:27:44.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>You assume too much.</title><content type='html'>Yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was just a friendly thing, catching up with what's happening in your life. No malicious intent nor pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you would look at it the other way around. Gawd. And you even had to tell your friends about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this: I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but it will never be that way. Yes, I cannot hide the fact that you're something catchy, but not at this time of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much and happily married, married the huggable, lovable (ok, ok, I'll add this) handsome guy that God gave me. And God blessed me with 2 adorable, rambunctious children. Wouldn't miss nor replace that for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make myself clear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hay, ang haba tuloy ng buhok ko sa pangyayaring ito!!!! Wahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;But, erghm, ehem... wag mag-ambisyon. Yun lang. Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-7934633538176748470?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/7934633538176748470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=7934633538176748470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7934633538176748470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/7934633538176748470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-assume-too-much.html' title='You assume too much.'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-6453548753427253552</id><published>2008-10-22T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:17:52.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Another announcement</title><content type='html'>Hindi naman sunod-sunod ang posts, ano?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to announce that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for Iloilo come next week. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Vacay, yes, but not fully vacay, but visiting my uncle who's sick for quite sometime. Nag-ro-roll call na daw kasi, kaya we need to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag munang humirit ng pasalubong ha?! Susubukan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-6453548753427253552?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/6453548753427253552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=6453548753427253552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6453548753427253552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/6453548753427253552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-announcement.html' title='Another announcement'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-2013249264732061338</id><published>2008-10-22T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:17:26.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my new site!</title><content type='html'>Please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to do some updates :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, officially now, this is the place where you want to check what's happening in my life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-2013249264732061338?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/2013249264732061338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=2013249264732061338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2013249264732061338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/2013249264732061338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-new-site.html' title='Welcome to my new site!'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-3739063197435345446</id><published>2008-10-21T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:17:10.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><title type='text'>Fish and Co.</title><content type='html'>We went to MOA last Sunday to check on possible plane flights. My folks are going home next weekend. While we were at MOA, we decided to eat at Fish and Co. It was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Platter 2, if I'm not mistaken, Clam Chowder, Salad, Kid's meal, fish and chips and mussels. The seafood was really fresh. Clam chowder was taken cared of by my little boy, who finished it all up. Payat nga, lakas naman kumain. Le sigh. Hubby, bro and I ate the Platter 2 that consists of fries, shrimps, fish and chicken. The shrimps were really yummy, fish sweet and the fries - a bit spicy but okay. Little girl finished her kid's meal that consists of pasta. Since the little boy was a bit shy around people, the server gave him a complimentary balloon and iced tea. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating (1 as lowest, 5 highest):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service - 5 - they really see to it that your needs are met, refillable drinks are replenished immediately and they fix your table to give way to your additional orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food - 5 - literally, the seafood is fresh. Shrimps are yummy, fish is sweet and I think the mussels are also good (didn't get to eat them - takot ako eh!) The little boy likes the clam chowder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location - 4 - they have a branch in Makati - Greenbelt. Why 4? Medyo malayo sya sa sakayan, pero malapit sa Manila Bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance - 4 - we went there na walang masyadong tao. Because of that, the stroller can be parked near our table. Pero kung maraming tao, I doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-all - 4.5 - I think mauulit ito, sulit naman eh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-3739063197435345446?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/3739063197435345446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=3739063197435345446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3739063197435345446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/3739063197435345446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/fish-and-co.html' title='Fish and Co.'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573778725829361699.post-1281243235278493451</id><published>2008-10-21T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:16:47.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>1st Official Post</title><content type='html'>I am migrating most of my multiply blogs here. This is a mixture of my personal (private) and public (multiply) blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Random Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random... anything that crosses into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... randomness in the nth level!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hook me up with you, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573778725829361699-1281243235278493451?l=onederingtawts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/feeds/1281243235278493451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573778725829361699&amp;postID=1281243235278493451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1281243235278493451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573778725829361699/posts/default/1281243235278493451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onederingtawts.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-official-post.html' title='1st Official Post'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07318205400107628718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
