tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87213758677554510952024-03-14T13:47:46.427+08:00A Family TalePersonal experiences and other stories on handling family life!vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-27242695604380376072012-03-07T23:02:00.001+08:002012-03-08T13:05:49.555+08:00On Elbi Crimes and Solutions<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been quiet for too long about the rising crime rate in my beloved hometown (Los Banos, Laguna) and my beloved school where I graduated (University of the Philippines Los Banos). I poured my silent prayer for justice for <a href="http://www.gmanetwork.com/news/story/235781/pinoyabroad/libing-ni-given-grace-cebanico-dinagsa" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Given Grace Cebanico</span></a>, a UPLB student who was raped and murdered last year. I hoped that the crime such as that would not happen again. But then, just a few months after the incident, another hideous crime happened again in the same town. Not just one...but two, which happened within a week! One of them was a female high school student who sells sampaguita just outside the university campus (<a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/regions/03/01/12/teenage-sampaguita-vendor-raped-killed-laguna" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Rochel "Cesil" Geronda</span></a>) and a male third year college student from UPLB (<a href="http://www.gmanetwork.com/news/story/250252/news/regions/up-los-ba-student-killed-in-predawn-robbery-attack" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Bernard Penaranda</span></a>). My anger began to rise because of the incompetency of the local government and police officials to protect the town from dark hearted people. And now, I finally find myself blogging about it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Having 3 murders within a short span of time in the same town is very alarming. It's like terrorism itself. A large group of population inside Los Banos are students from University of the Philippines. So I can just imagine the shock and fear of the parents of the students, especially those who came from afar. And I'm sure that incoming freshmen are already having second thoughts whether to pursue their studies in UPLB or not.<br />
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What made me actually upset was Mayor Anthony Genuino's (the current mayor of Los Banos) proposed solution to the problem. He blamed illegal drugs. He said that illegal drug usage is the root cause of the serial killings in the town. His solution was to put up more street lights on strategic locations and to put up police outposts nearby the university. (Read news article <a href="http://www.interaksyon.com/article/26086/genuino-denies-absenteeism-blames-drugs-for-los-banos-crime-rash" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">here</span></a>).<br />
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Will his solution solve the problem? It may decrease crime rate (hopefully), but it would not eliminate the root cause of the problem--- which is illegal drugs.<br />
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He did not say anything about combating illegal drugs users and pushers in the town. He did not say anything about putting up check points so that suspicious cars, tricycles, and motorcycles can be searched strictly (so that holdups can be avoided). He did not even give words of comfort or assurance to the people that everything is under control, and that he has this heartfelt urge to protect his townspeople (or probably this part wasn't written in the news, that I didn't know). In my opinion, his proposed solutions are insufficient. Just thinking that the supposed-to-be-who-we-call-leader of our town showed inability to give adequate solutions that would address the root cause gives me the headache. If what he's going through now was a college thesis or research paper, he would probably have failing marks. Disappointing, isn't it?<br />
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</div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-8179825880831133142012-02-11T00:30:00.000+08:002012-02-11T00:30:40.766+08:003rd Year Wedding Anniversary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>My husband and I just had our 3rd wedding anniversary last January. But our celebration this year was different because we are not together--- he is in a business trip right now outside of the country. Because of this, I was not really expecting anything from him but a simple greeting...until a delivery man entered our office, looked for me and gave me a box. At first, I thought the box was office supplies, but when my officemates started teasing me (they knew it was our anniversary!), I came to realize that the package was probably from my husband. And when I opened it, I was surprised. Too surprised that I blushed. <br />
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Inside the box was a dozen of pink half-bloomed and long stemmed roses--- my favorite flower. Actually, it was more than my favorite flower; it actually became an important symbol for me before when I was still single-- that whoever would give me pink half-bloomed and long stemmed roses would be the right one for me (and my husband, who was then my boyfriend and did not know about the sign before, gave me the exact flowers during one of our bf/gf monthsary). Now, he brought me another dozen again (but this time, he already knows about the sign. Harhar!). And I was touched. And surprised. And felt really loved.<br />
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<i>I love you hunny...and I miss you so much! Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary!</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a challenge for me to pack his formal polos because it shouldn't be crumpled inside the bag. My husband could have iron it anyway once he gets to U.S. but he's not "iron" man (means he is too lazy to iron his clothes). But then, I thought of a way so that his long sleeves polos wouldn't be too crumpled once unpacked. That's what I would like to share to you, too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Neatly lay the polo on a clean flat surface.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Button up the polo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Turn the polo upside down and lay it on the clean flat surface neatly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Fold one side of the polo, sleeves stretched (see photo below):</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Fold the sleeve neatly until aligned to the edge of the side of the polo, as shown in the photo below:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Fold the other sleeve until aligned to the edge of the side of the polo. Observe the encircled edges of the photo so you would know the alignments.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. Fold the polo starting from the bottom side of it then upwards until the collar. Do not press the polo hard while folding to prevent fold lines. It must look like these:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">8. Place the formal polo in a clean plastic bag (resealable bag may do). You may place all the polos either altogether in the plastic bag or separately.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">9. Put the sealed polos in the luggage bag. You may want to place it vertically in the luggage bag to avoid it from being pushed heavily by other clothes which can cause fold lines on the polo. If you want to place it horizontally, make sure that it is on the top of other things in the luggage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">10. Lastly, casual clothes and other not-so-fragile clothes may be rolled and placed in the luggage vertically so that it is easy to see and unpack. Placing the clothes vertically will save space and will not make the luggage appear bulky.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope this tip will help you solve your packing up dilemna. I also hope that when my husband will already return home, he maybe able to remember these steps so that he would not get stressed over when packing up his things. Maybe I'll just send him this blog link to remind him of this useful tip. :D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-66333306336213978922012-01-20T23:54:00.000+08:002012-01-20T23:54:48.241+08:00Lesson Learned on a Mixed Prayer<div style="text-align: justify;">Everyday, before I go to my office, I drop by the chapel to say a quick morning prayer. Since I often feel stressed at work, the first thing that I pray is for Him to give me strength and will to go on with my job and to guide me in my everyday tasks and projects. With all my energy focused on this hope, I would always feel better once I'm on my desk already and my days become more manageable. It shows that God really lifts our burdens and produces miracles to make our prayers come true.<br />
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However, my mistake, I think, was this: What comes last in my quick morning prayer is for my family, to keep them safe, happy and healthy. And to be honest, my heart usually is not really set on this prayer because my focus is on my career worries.<br />
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This new year, I promised not to be late for work because I had too many tardiness and leaves last year and I am quite worried that my attendance would affect my career. My tardiness and absences are all because of family matters, especially when either I or my daughter was sick. And of course, I couldn't help but to excuse myself from work if my daughter is sick because...well, I am a mother and I want to personally take care of my daughter. Anyway, just last Wednesday, I broke my new year resolution--- I was again absent from work because my daughter suddenly had very high fever (and I didn't know why. She was her usual self the day before). I informed my officemates and they replied positively. The next day, my daughter still had fever and I had to bring her to the hospital for check up (thank God it wasn't dengue. Actually her CBC and Urinalysis tests were normal). That was the 2nd day of my absence. Then Friday came, she still had the fever and I was planning to take her to another doctor for second opinion. That was the 3rd day of my absence from work. My work colleagues didn't already reply to my texts and probably they were already pissed off because we still have a report to work on. My conscience nagged me whether to go to work and leave my whining and crying daughter who was begging for my embrace or stay at home to take care of my daughter and get ready to be nagged by my officemates (or boss!) next week. Obviously, I decided to be with my daughter for those 3 days. A mother's heart is truly stronger than being a career woman.<br />
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On the afternoon of my daughter's 3rd day of being sick, her fever suddenly cooled down and she became her normal self again. I guess she just wanted to feel secured and loved because her daddy just went abroad last week and will be back after a few months.<br />
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In this light, I learned that no matter how much I prayed for my own self growth at workplace, if I do not put the well-being of my family first, everything that I've worked hard for will crash down. I guess I had my prayers all mixed up. I should first pray for my family's safety, health and happiness then other personal hopes should come next.<br />
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And of course, though I knew this all along, I would always remind myself that being a mother is a mother's main job.<br />
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</div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-90487849966862855042011-11-11T13:01:00.000+08:002011-11-11T13:01:28.847+08:00Shoe Shopping<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sharing to you the official rubber shoes of the family, which I bought for our birthdays this year. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought of giving my daughter Rian her first rubber shoes for her 2nd birthday. Though the thought and the money came from me, it was my husband Jeff who wanted her new rubber shoes to have straps instead of strings. He also wanted the shoes to have blinking lights! It didn't matter to me if he choose the shoes for our daughter. I actually liked it that way. We picked a Dora the Explorer shoes for her which fitted her feet and her personality, as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I promised my husband to buy him new shoes when my bonus arrives. And I didn't have to find him a perfect pair because he already had something in his mind--- a boa laced North Face shoes. It was my very late birthday present for him. Hehe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, I should also treat myself. Shopping for a pair of my own rubber shoes was actually more of a need that time because I would be needing it for our office activity (all my rubber shoes were already so worn out and old already). I was planning on a cheap rubber shoes, since I am not a sporty type of person. But my husband said that if I were to buy something that I wanted to last long, I should buy those which are good in quality (which means more expensive too!). Among us, I was the one who shopped for a long time (it took me days to find a perfect pair of shoe!). Finally I saw a Sketchers shoe and finally bought it.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The company where my brother works had its family outing last summer at Enchanted Kingdom. Since he and his family couldn't make it because his daughter had a ballet recital on the day of the outing, he decided to give his complimentary tickets to my parents and brothers. Of course, my parents wanted to take my daughter Rian with them so we let her join the pack, with my hubby Jeff and me tagging along. It's good that my daughter was free to enter because she was 1 year old back then, so I just bought 2 tickets for Jeff and me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The trip had been a very tiring one for me and Jeff because of the heat, crowd, and super<em> likot</em> Rian. Jeff really looked like he was not having fun, and hey, neither do I! But despite of it, I just thought that we were there not actually to enjoy, but to accompany Rian. I felt satisfied and happy just to see her surprise on her face when she saw the Space Shuttle ride go somersault and when we rode the rides in the Boulderville. And hey, it was also my parents' first time to enter the carnival so I was also happy for them and I wanted them to enjoy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My husband and I got to also ride Space Shuttle, Rialto, and Flying Fiesta. We also got to play in the game booths. I won a crab stuff toy at a booth where I got to shoot a ball into a milk can! Hmm...did I say I didn't enjoy the trip? I take that back. I did! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-43387869497851913362011-08-06T23:13:00.001+08:002011-08-06T23:14:11.844+08:00Reminiscing the Past: Puerto Princesa Tour - Day 3<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you already read my previous blogs on my Puerto Princesa Tour with my hubby (<a href="http://a-family-tale.blogspot.com/2011/02/reminsicing-past-puerto-princesa-tour.html">Day 1</a> and <a href="http://a-family-tale.blogspot.com/2011/03/reminiscing-past-puerto-princesa-tour.html">Day 2</a>)? If not, I hope you can have time to read them and I'm sure you'll be amazed with all the tourists spots we had visited, such as the Crocodile Farm, Iwahig Prison, Bakers Hill, Sabang Beach and the Wonder of Nature finalist, Underground River.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I will blog about the Day 3 of our 5-day tour in Puerto Princesa City, Palawan, Philippines. The 3rd day of the tour is composed of an island hoping and snorkling activities at <a href="http://www.puertoprincesaphilippines.com/hondabay.php">Honda Bay</a> (or Hunda Bay). The tour van stopped by the hotel to fetch us at around 7:00 am. We also fetched a group of kind and cool middle aged women. We traveled for a few minutes until we reached the bay wherein we have to register our names and take a boat ride to our destinations. While waiting for our boat, my husband rented an underwater casing with digicam so that we could take pictures under the sea. <br />
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Our first stop was the <span style="color: #274e13;"><strong>Pambato Reef</strong></span>. With our rented snorkling gears and with <em>manong</em> boatman as a guide, he pointed to us different kinds of corals under water. I was very impressed by the boatman's memory because he knew all the names of the corals in there!<br />
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We also island hopped at nearby beaches such as <strong><span style="color: #274e13;">Snake Island</span></strong> and <span style="color: #274e13;"><strong>Pandan Island</strong></span> Resort. Our lunch at Snake Island was great because our tour guide served us a delicious meal--- shrimp, eggplant with <em>bagoong</em>, pork, fruits, etc. Supper yummy! Aside from the big lunch, we also get to snorkle underwater.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the tiring yet educational and exciting island hopping experience, we got in the hotel and rested for a while. Then my husband and I went to <strong><span style="color: #274e13;">Badjao Seafront Restaurant</span></strong> for dinner. We ordered crab--- the cause of my after tour allergy!!!! I knew that I was allergic to crabs...but I couldn't help it...it was so delicious!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So that's it, my blogger friends-- the Day 3 of our Palawan trip. I super apologize if it took my months to finish this blog. I was so busy with my work. I am glad that I finally found time to blog again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Next time, I'll share with you our Day 4 and 5 trip in Palawan. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-70763009326901438742011-05-27T21:50:00.000+08:002011-05-27T21:50:37.104+08:00My Helpful Toddler<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite of my one year old (going two) daughter being in the stage of wanting to be the center of the universe, it made me proud to see the values I am inculcating in her--- selflessness and helpful attitude especially towards other kids. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">*****</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My family and I went to Nueva Ecija early this year to visit our grandparents and relatives there. We were with my parents, aunt and her adopted three year old girl. On the way there, we stopped at a gas station along North Expressway to eat lunch. It was a cheap but yummy lunch because my mother prepared it for us as our <em>baon</em>--- rice, adobo, barbeque and softdrinks---so that we wouldn’t have to buy food along the way. We all ate at the parking lot of the gas station which was just beside the low wall which separates the place and the grassy area over it. As we took our lunch, a little girl in rugged clothes appeared infront of us, begging for food. My cousin (the adopted kid of my aunt) cried aloud upon seeing the strange girl. My aunt asked her why was she crying and she replied, “<em>Ang panget kasi nung bata e</em>!”. She also pleaded to shoo off the rugged girl. I chuckled under my breath. Kids. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rian (my daughter) was watching my cousin all the time. Afraid that she might absorb her attitude, I took action. I grabbed a barbeque and handled it to her, and then I encouraged her to give it to the poor rugged girl. "<em>Look Rian oh, wawa yung bata hindi pa kumakain. Give mo siya ng food.</em>” My little Rian just stared at the girl who was also looking at her, pleading for food. I slightly pushed my daughter towards the girl, but she won’t move. Knowing that I shouldn’t push her too much if she doesn’t like to, I took the barbeque on her hand and handled it to the girl. “<em>Look Rian oh, Mommy is sharing food sa bata</em>.” The rugged girl took hold of the barbeque, said <em>salamat po</em>, sat beside the low wall and started to eat. My father also gave her some adobo and rice. Rian saw the whole thing. Later when she was drinking water in a plastic cup, she suddenly saw the rugged girl again, and to my surprise, she gave her water to the poor girl…without me telling her to share! So proud of her action, I kissed my daughter and told her that she was indeed a very good girl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">*****</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My family and I went in the park in Laguna one afternoon, so that our little Rian can play ball there and so that she can meet other kids there. Rian was very active, playing throwing and kicking the ball all over the place. Later, two kids about her age walked closer to her. The three of them was staring at each other. My little toddler girl smiled and slowly stretched out her arm, with her ball on her hand towards the toddler boy infront of her. Awed by the situation, I forgot to take a shot of them with my digicam. The little boy didn't make a move, however, probably because he wasn't aware that my daughter was actually inviting him to play with her ball. Rian didn't stop offering the ball, hoping that they could play with her...until another toddler girl came running towards her (Rian was shocked that there's a kid running towards her, she suddenly ran towards me and hid her face between my legs while the other girl hugged her. I laughed with pleasure because of the cuteness of the situation. Toddlers!).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Arcades have this mini car wherein you have to insert a coin to let in run (or cradle, that is!). I placed Rian on one of those with two seats which has also two stirring wheels. Since there were two seats, a toddler girl started to climb on the car to take the other seat. Her mom helped her climb on it. I observed that my little girl offered the seat to her because she patted the vacant seat, just like saying, <em>dito ka umupo.</em> She also stretched her arms towards the other girl, offering her hand so that she can climb on the car easily. The other girl probably wasn't aware that Rian was trying to help her, but anyway, my daughter didn't mind. She looked at the girl with enjoyment as they rode the cradling toy car. My daughter Rian was very happy indeed to have find a playmate that time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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As a mother, I am very happy to see my daughter growing up to be a kind person. Hopefully, those values that we instill to her which she already practice during her early development ages will make her someday be a mature person, with a big heart to share to the world! :)<br />
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---Vhan--- </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-74604003768888773672011-03-19T20:25:00.000+08:002011-03-19T20:25:42.875+08:00Wishing for a perdurable day<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These past few days weren't so much favorable for me. Having sore eyes for two weeks means absence from work and being away from family (so that they wouldn't be able to catch sore eyes from me). It was hard and painful (physically and emotionally). First, I left a big project in the office which needed coordination and preparation, and I don't think that would finish it on time, since the doctor is not yet giving me a medical clearance. This would mean that I would surely convince my superior to move the project next month. And there are other tasks that I should be doing during my two week absence. Gosh, I feel like I'll gonna get low grade in my performance appraisal--- and it was not even my fault!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aside from career, I also got no time for my family. Because of my sickness, I had to stay away from my husband and daughter for a while until I get better. Therefore I packed up my bag and lived with my parents in the province for two weeks. Though my husband sometimes visit me, I didn't get to see my daughter for two weeks and I miss her so much. I guess, she misses me too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And because of my sickness, there'sno fun for me. I couldn't get out of the house, not just because sore eyes is infectious, but also because the sunlight hurt my eyes...so much!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Therefore, I am alone in this room, checking out Facebook and looking for something exciting in the net, like looking for an online job. Hehe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I'm wishing for a normal day for me--- a perdurable a day, helps you sleep, work and play.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Good day everyone!</div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-80423995282343800342011-03-07T09:10:00.000+08:002011-03-07T09:10:54.292+08:00Reminiscing the Past: Puerto Princesa Tour - Day 2<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last time I blogged about <a href="http://a-family-tale.blogspot.com/2011/02/reminsicing-past-puerto-princesa-tour.html">Day 1</a> of my Puerto Princesa tour with my husband. Day 1 of the tour included the half-day City Tour, which is at the South part of the city. Now I will share the Day 2 of the tour, which will include the enchanting trip to <a href="http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/652">Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park</a> (Underground River), which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u>DAY 2 (February 16, 2011)</u></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The famous <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Underground River</span></strong> is located in the St. Paul mountain range at the North part of the city and is about an hour away from the city proper. It is actually a river flowing inside a cave full of limestones. I am not so much of a nature lover but visiting a UNESCO World Heritage Site is really an honor, pride and joy for me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The tour guide on Day 1 told us that the tour van would fetch us around 7:30 am. So my husband and I decided to have our free breakfast in the hotel at 6:30 am (my hubby had beef tapa and I ordered tocino). To our surprise, the tour van arrived at 6:30 am! Therefore we hurried our breakfast. We had a new tour guide, Kuya Ian, and he seemed to be in a hurry because he wanted us to be early in the Underground River tour so that we won't be with the crowded tourists. We also had new tour-mates in the van--- a young couple, an old couple, and a family (with a foreigner and kids). We were jampacked inside the van!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The road trip was a silent one. It was like going to Baguio because all you can see are mountain ranges along the way. We also passed by a community wherein their their main source of power and electricity comes from solar cells. My husband became interested about the solar cells, which are on the lamp posts beside the main road because he works at a solar cells manufacturing company. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When we reached the bay wherein we would take a boat ride to Mt. St. Paul, Kuya Ian collected our ID's for registration. While waiting for him to register us, we took time to take shots of the scenery.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The group were divided into half to ride in two motorboats. The first batch included the old couple and the family. The second batch included the young couple and us (my husband and I). After minutes of boat ride, we finally came to the other side of the shore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">From the shore, we had to register our names and walk on a monkey trail towards the river where the cave is located. There were not too many people when we got there yet. We wore our life jacket and headgear for safety. My husband and I were requested by the tour guide (which is not Kuya Ian, but a tour guide specifically for the Underground River) to seat infront of the boat. He also requested my husband to hold the flashlight. Then when everyone's ready, the boat began to paddle its way towards the darkness of the cave....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The cave was so dark and quiet, only our tour guide was talking, since he gave information about the place. He also shared the different rock formations inside, in which, when we use our imagination, formed into things such as vegetables, faces, buildings, animals, and many more. My favorite rock formation was the catherdral. When our tour guide intorduced the cathedral and other rock formations around it that looked like holy things (there's a rock formation that looked like the Blessed Mary, angels, etc.), I was so amazed and awed. I couldn't help but to think that this subterranean must be sacred, and the Heavens take care of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Aside from rocks, we also saw bats on the ceiling. The journey must be very scary for other people but let me assure you that fears would fade away once you see the interesting scenery inside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When we paddled out of the cave, we saw lots of tourists outside, waiting for their turn to ride. Thank goodness we entered th cave before them!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We had lots of picture taking before going back to the bay where Kuya Ian first registered us. Then we went to <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Sabang Beach</span></strong> to take our yummy free lunch. After that, we finally went home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bPREGL_Fc_g/TWnj7r-F9fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/27b30DnP77E/s1600/palawan+226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bPREGL_Fc_g/TWnj7r-F9fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/27b30DnP77E/s320/palawan+226.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">At the beautiful Sabang Beach</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My husband and I freshen up (I took a looooong hot bath! I loooove it!) and at 7:00pm we dined at <strong><span style="color: #38761d;">Ka Lui Restaurant</span></strong>. Dining at Ka Lui requires reservation and we the hotel already arranged our reservation that morning before our tour. What is nice about this restaurant is that customers have to take off their shoes when entering and while dining. My husband and I got the table for two wherein we had to seat on the floor (reminds me of Japanese culture!). The dinner choices were few, actually, but we ordered a complete set meal (which was hmm...quite expensive, hehe, but <em>sulit</em> and delicious). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OJbLI4qYh2g/TXQvBjDjTkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/g29dJiLoJIY/s1600/palawan+246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OJbLI4qYh2g/TXQvBjDjTkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/g29dJiLoJIY/s320/palawan+246.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Day 2 dinner at Ka Lui</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The tour was more than just fun. It was enlightening. It made me a person closer to nature. It made me realize that there are still wonders in this world that are still virgin from man's greedy and worldly acts...and we need to value such wonders so that our children would still see the beauty of our Mother Nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Upnext...Day 3 of our Puerto Princesa adventure.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><strong>--VANENI--</strong></span></div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-16750859518544843352011-02-24T11:31:00.010+08:002011-03-07T09:16:32.520+08:00Reminiscing the Past: Puerto Princesa Tour - Day 1<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wow, it's been months since I last blogged. This means that I had been a busy career woman for the past few months. However, since I am on my mandatory leave for two weeks, I guess it's time to catch up on my writing. And the first thing I want to blog for this year is all about my Palawan tour with my husband. My husband Jeff and I planned our Palawan tour late last year to celebrate our 2nd wedding anniversary and Valentines day for this year. Our "honeymoon" planning was very timely because we got the chance to get seats from the 50% off promo of Cebu Pacific and got a good travel and tours agency in Palawan which was referred by Jeff's friends (<a href="http://hadefetravel.athost.net/">Hadefe Travel and Tours</a>).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.puertoprincesa.ph/">Puerto Princesa City</a> is the Philippine's largest city with lots of magestic nature spots from land to water. My hubby and I picked this city for our 2011 tour because we love its sense of adveture and nature awe. Hey, it's a pleasure to visit a place with world wonder destinations. The city is also known to be the City in the Forest because you won't see big buildings in the area, but it is surrounded by big mountains and rainforests. Since we stayed for 5 days and visited lots of tourist sites, I plan on blogging about our tour per day so that I may be able to fully describe and share our Palawan experience.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u>DAY 1 (February 15, 2011)</u></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived at Puerto Princesa Airport at around lunchtime. The hotel service fetched us and brought us to the hotel, <a href="http://ysabellemansion.com/">Ysabelle Mansion</a>, which was just 5 minutes away from the airport. The hotel was very cozy and quiet, perfect for a peaceful stay away from the hussle city of Manila. It has free wifi (but the strength was not very high), free breakfast, and free airport transfer. But then, it doesn't have swimming pool or jacuzzi. What I liked most about the hotel is its long list of breakfast choices. All through my life of traveling in the Philippines, this hotel has the longest list of choices for breakfast (other hotels only have 2 to 3 choices). Choices include chicken / pork longganisa, tocino, beef tapa, corned beef, dried fish, sardines, etc. For other information about the hotel, you can visit its website to know its room rates and packages.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since we arrived at Puerto Princesa during lunchtime, our contact from the travel and tours agency, Sir Hanny, fetched us from the hotel and suggested us to take lunch at <strong><span style="color: #b45f06;">Balinsasayaw Restaurant</span></strong>. Balinsasayaw means "bird's nest". Obviously, it's the restaurant's delicacy. However, we didn't order it because that time, we craved for rice and meat (we were super hungry!). After the lunch, our tour guide, Ms. Joms, fetched us at the restaurant. In the tour van, we were with several oldies who were mostly balikbayans (and a foreigner).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xziukH2WqjA/TWUaOTZ57NI/AAAAAAAAAg8/020csNHvhoo/s1600/palawan+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xziukH2WqjA/TWUaOTZ57NI/AAAAAAAAAg8/020csNHvhoo/s320/palawan+007.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">At Balinsasayaw Restaurant</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was the start of the <strong><span style="color: #990000;">City Tour</span></strong>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ms. Joms, our tour guide, was very accommodating. She introduced herself and let us introduced ourselves to one another. She was very talkative all throughout the tour, which was fine with me because there was not a dull moment especially while we were on the road.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our first stop was at the <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Crocodile Farm</span></strong>. It is a breeding house of crocodiles and mini zoo at Palawan Wildlife Rescue and Conservation Center about 30 minutes away from the city center. Aside from live crocodiles, big and small, we also saw the remains (the bones and skin) of one of the largest crocodile caught in the wild which attacked fishermen in the area. What I liked most in this destination was the picture taking while holding a live baby crocodile, for only 30.00 Php per shot. Holding my breath, I got to hold the live crocodile while posing infront of the camera (and guess what, the croc placed its feet on my arm and tummy! It's kinda scary but sweet...but still, ahhh...exciting? Hehe).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGUHheTFiRE/TWUcg9lCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/HQz6NjYZmgQ/s1600/palawan+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGUHheTFiRE/TWUcg9lCJ_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/HQz6NjYZmgQ/s320/palawan+015.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <em> Crocs....</em></span></div> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBGQzxqIKgM/TWUfKcS1_jI/AAAAAAAAAhE/TgxIPVPObGw/s1600/palawan+040.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBGQzxqIKgM/TWUfKcS1_jI/AAAAAAAAAhE/TgxIPVPObGw/s320/palawan+040.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Brave me and my hubby...and the croc... :D</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our next stop was at the <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Iwahig Prison and Penal Farm</span></strong>. This is the prison without cells, wherein inmates live like in a farming community rather than in jail. Inmates here could earn a living through farming, handicraft, or being a househelp for employees who live there. They could also build their own nipa hut! On our way there, we saw a group of inmates doing some farming, with only just 2 security watchmen to look after them. Prisoners here came from other correctional institutions all over the country, and were brought here probably because of their good conduct while in prison, or even old age. We asked the tour guide if there were prison breaking incidents. There were, but they could be easily caught because Puerto Princesa is a city in an island, and the population is not very large, so it's easy to locate those who tried to run away. But most of the inmates rather stay in the cell-less prison, living like an almost normal life, rather than break the rules and be back behind bars again. Anyway, we stopped by the souvenir shop wherein my husband and I bought keychains to give to our siblings.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdTBK3rinss/TWUkToiAYYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dcG3ptvMo3w/s1600/palawan+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdTBK3rinss/TWUkToiAYYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dcG3ptvMo3w/s320/palawan+049.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">The inmates willingly took this photo for free!</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the Iwahig Prison, we visited <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Mitra's Ranch</span></strong>, which felt like you're in Tagaytay, because it is situated on top of the mountain, overviewing the sea. It was not as cold as Tagaytay but it was very windy. The place is actually owned by Mitra's. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZikjiR0Lk/TWUo7Qp1DfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qmekHa5K3Os/s1600/palawan+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZikjiR0Lk/TWUo7Qp1DfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qmekHa5K3Os/s320/palawan+058.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">A lovely spot for a quiet just-want-to-be-with-you date on top of the mountain.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next, as we went down the mountain, we stopped by <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Baker's Hill</span></strong> and bought some of their yummy delicacy, <em>hopia, </em>for pasalubong.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rurc69CbOFE/TWUqji4i18I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vRWgsvSodAs/s1600/palawan+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rurc69CbOFE/TWUqji4i18I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vRWgsvSodAs/s320/palawan+078.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo galore at Baker's Hill</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We also went to <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Binuatan Creations</span></strong>. It is a handicraft weaving place, where its products are export quality. Guess what, I tried some actual weaving to experience it...and I found out that one needs to have good hands and feet coordination because it was like biking or walking on a treadmill. I bought some good stuff there also...handwoven bags. Quite a price, but even my husband couldn't stop me! Hehe. I also bought a bag for my mother, and placemat for my mother in law (Jeff's choice, of course).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvqEFAxroUc/TWUsimfuPzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZQaYw1Ex9Ao/s1600/palawan+086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvqEFAxroUc/TWUsimfuPzI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZQaYw1Ex9Ao/s320/palawan+086.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'm weavin'!</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Our last stop was at a tiangge souvenir shop in the city proper. The shop sells Palawan t-shirts, keychains, pearls (pearls here are so cheap, as well as the well known South Sea pearls), cashew nuts (also a delicacy of Palawan), bags, and many more. I got to buy pearl earrings because earrings are my favorite everyday accessory. After the shopping, we passed by the <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Immaculate Concepcion Cathedral</span></strong> and <strong><span style="color: #351c75;">Baywalk</span></strong> (they call it <em>Baybay</em>). We didn't get the chance to stop to those places because our companions in the van are already tired.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My husband and I dropped off the hotel to freshen up, since the City Tour was very tiring (and hey, the temperature was so hot!). Around 7:00 pm, we had our dinner at <strong><span style="color: #b45f06;">Kinabuchs Restaurant</span></strong>, wherein their specialty is crocodile meat. We didn't order crocodile meat because we were afraid that our stomach might get upset during the first day of our tour. Therefore we just indulged into sisig and kangkong. After dinner, we walked towards <strong><span style="color: #b45f06;">Tiki Restobar</span></strong> (which was just a minute or two away from Kinabuchs Restaurant), and ordered a pitcher of cherry margarita there. I felt so lucky that night because I learned that it was a reggae night. I love reggae!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvdbJMbg2Q/TWXOZNtlrYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3G_R7vgv8Uw/s1600/palawan+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvdbJMbg2Q/TWXOZNtlrYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3G_R7vgv8Uw/s320/palawan+096.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Night life is not too popular in Puerto Princesa, but we're glad to found Tiki Restobar to grab some drinks. Margarita + reggae + hunny with me = happiness!</span></em></div><br />
And the night went on...and I guess, I don't have to talk about it on my blog, do I? *wink*<br />
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So that made the DAY 1 of our Puerto Princesa tour. How would I describe it? Tiring, informative, and expensive! (Hey, it was just the first day and we already did a lot of shopping!). Next time I'll blog about the <a href="http://a-family-tale.blogspot.com/2011/03/reminiscing-past-puerto-princesa-tour.html">DAY 2 --- the Underground River tour adventure</a>.<br />
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</div><a href="http://www.textspace.net/patterned_text/"><img alt="Patterned Text Generator at TextSpace.net" border="0" src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/1420/12822176424a5c87cb.gif" /></a>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-13052102281564398192010-11-01T20:44:00.001+08:002010-11-29T21:51:09.399+08:00Halloween Family Bonding<div style="text-align: justify;">Wow, it's been a while since I last blogged. My excuse? I became a busy career woman who got so tired after work and I had to reserve the rest of my energy for a short family time before going to sleep. If ever I got to do some internet surfing, I just look around and check my FB. The internet at home was also down during the long Halloween weekend, that's why my husband and I entertained ourselves by making this Halloween season a memorable and joyful one for our daughter, Rian.<br />
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And since our daughter is taking a week's vacation now at her grandparents' home in Laguna (and the internet's back!), I guess I owe my blogger friends a story posted on this blog site. *wink*<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;"><u>October 29, 2010</u></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #660000;">Halloween at Office</span></strong>! There was a Halloween office decoration contest, costume contest, kiddie program and of course, Trick or Treat. I didn't get to visit all the decorated offices but the ones I saw were great. The theme of the HR department office (where I belong) was Harry Potter. They even had one of our Korean student OJT's as Harry Potter. the rest of us wore something white with black blazer or jacket, and necktie (so that we would look more like Hogwarts students. We planned on renting toga's but it was too expensive).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TM6oZCalcbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9exs2boUiaQ/s1600/oct_nov2010+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TM6oZCalcbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9exs2boUiaQ/s400/oct_nov2010+010.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>After office pictorial at our Harry Potter inspired decorated theme</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong><u>October 30, 2010</u></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #660000;">2nd shot of Cervical Cancer Vaccine</span></strong>. And I had it at my right arm this time. It still hurts. Anyway, this was also the day when I first saw my ex's girlfriend (the one that he flirted with when we were still together). She was my husband's officemate and we saw her when we arrived at his office building that day during my vaccine schedule at their office clinic. I don't know if she knew <strong>me</strong>. We didn't warmly greet each other, probably because my husband didn't get to introduce me formally (our daughter was with us and all the attention of his officemates were at her. Well, I didn't mind at all, anyway). But we got to talk casually, just a sentence or two. And when she finally left, my husband and I smiled knowingly at each other and I said, <em>Ah, yun pala ang gf ni Nhald. </em>She's nice and I felt no hatred towards her because we were both victims back then. And anyway, I should thank her for <em>snatching</em> my ex. Because of it, I got the chance to fall inlove with someone BETTER like Jeff, who is now my husband. Harhar!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #660000;"><strong>Nuvali Tripping</strong></span>. My family also went to Nuvali to just look around. We didn't want to go home straight to Alabang because we knew there was a heavy traffic at expressway going to Manila. While at Nuvali, we also got the chance for a tripping to see the model houses of the subdivisions. Among the houses we saw, my husband and I would have wanted the one at the Nuvali Estates with 3 bedrooms + 1 maid's room, 2 restrooms, and a big kitchen. But for now it's all in our dreams because it was worth almost 5M! Well, we still have to sell <a href="http://a-family-tale.blogspot.com/p/house-and-lot-sale.html">our house and lot </a>first at Batangas....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz191/syndyela/Rian%20at%201/vaneni0304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz191/syndyela/Rian%20at%201/vaneni0304.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>At Nuvali park</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">October 31, 2010</span></u></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #660000;">Trick or Treat</span></strong>! It was not our daughter's first Halloween but it's her first Trick or Treat experience. We went to SM Southmall to attend the Trick or Treat there. I dressed up Rian as a doll (she was wearing a cute all white gown with small black dots on the skirt, with matching white stockings). I wanted to put red spots on her cheeks using my lipstick but my husband won't approve. But well, she still look like a doll on her costume. She was very happy to see lots of other kids there. She also gave an exciting scream of delight when she saw monster decorations (she wasn't afraid of them!). We even rode the kiddie ferris wheel and she was all excited! And the best thing she enjoyed there was watching the show of a tall man clown!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In the afternoon, I bathed her for the second time (because she was already smudged with chocolates and candies which she ate at the mall) and I super brushed her teeth. Then I dressed her as a fairy princess, which she would ramp around the subdivision for another Trick or Treat. She got her pumpkin bag full of goodies plus an extra bucket of candies! In just a few minutes, quota na ang baby ko! Harhar!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz191/syndyela/Rian%20at%201/oct_nov2010015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz191/syndyela/Rian%20at%201/oct_nov2010015.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>A neighbor on her Jasmin costume and my little tot in her fairy costume</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><u><span style="color: #0b5394;">November 1, 2010</span></u></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">At Laguna</span></strong>. The night of october 31, we packed my daughter's things and went to Laguna where we stayed for the holiday, and where our daughter will stay for a short vacation. I hope she will not cry too hard when she miss us because my heart aches whenever I remember leaving her. But well, she has to learn to be strong, away from mommy's arms for a moment in time. She has to learn to trust time that mommy and daddy will come back for her. I'm sure she will enjoy being with my parents, and I'm confident that while she's there, she will learn a lot while I'm away. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #660000;">At Alabang</span></strong>. So my husband and I returned to my in-laws home at Alabang where we currently stay. Rian's taking a vacation and the internet's back, and now I'm back blogging. I missed all my blogger friends! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This is my baby's first bubble experience, and she was 9 or 10 months old back then. I remembered Spongebob and his favorite blowing bubbles hobby so I decided to buy my daughter a bottle of bubble soap at Toys R Us at Alabang Town Center. Since our baby was so adored by the bubbles, my husband dreamed to buy her a bubble machine (which didn't came true yet...maybe someday...hahaha!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Baby Rian actually wasn't all interested with the bubbles itself. She was more curious on how we made them. She was looking how we blow bubbles on the hole after we had dipped it in the soap. She struggled to get the bubble stick and wondered where did the bubbles came from. Such a curious and intelligent baby!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm sharing to you the video of her first bubble experience. Enjoy watching!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Discover-Your-Personality---Choleric&id=3677182">The Choleric</a>. Jeff is the Choleric one. Choleric persons are the typical authoritarian, dominant and powerful bosses. At best, they are take-charge persons, determined and doer. At worst, they are stubborn, impatient and inflexible. When my husband decides on something, it's already hard to argue with him. He always wants to do almost everything his way and sometimes when he decides or does something without my consent, I couldn't help but to feel bad. But when a decision or move doesn't come from him, he's the one feeling bad because he thinks that he's useless. So since I'm the flexible one, I get us to compromise without him knowing that we're compromising at all (and that's my skill, given my temperament which I will discuss later). I let him decide on big and important matters because it makes him feel responsible and valued (like where to invest money, where to take an out-of-town trip, what brand of appliances or electronic device we plan to buy....). Then I do the little bossy gestures at him--- like getting him to turn off the lights for me and getting him to be the first to take a bath in the morning because I am too lazy to get up from bed (haha!).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Discover-Your-Personality---Sanguine&id=3677201">The Sanguine</a>. I'm the Sanguine between us. Sanguines are people-centered, fun loving, and talkative. They have lots of new ideas, very creative and persuasive. At best, they are very social, expressive, and sincere. At worst, they are exaggerating, compulsive, and very emotional. I'm not a very bossy type like my husband, I sure can persuade him with my magical convincing words or my emotional moods (I just put a pout on my face infront of him, and his heart would melt). At times, Jeff still asks my opinion, especially for new and creative ideas (example, if he couldn't think of how we should spend our date, he would just simply ask me how I like us to spend our romantic date). Most of the time, when I become restless, I would convince him to take the family out for a mall or out-of-town trip, and all I have to do was to talk and talk and talk to him about it until he finally gives in. And if he doesn't give in with my <em>proposals</em>, especially if it would involve cash, I still feel lucky to have him in my life because I still get him to do housechores and little personal favors one-hundred percent (<em>kahit dahil sa katamaran ko lang, he would still do it for me).</em> Sanguines are naturally annoyingly cute, and my husband loves me for that. Hey, it must be the charm. Haha!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Even though Jeff and I are both exercising our own way of being the boss of the house, we still consider<span style="color: #990000;"><strong> God</strong></span> as our <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Big Boss</span></strong>. God is the one who provides us with our basic needs. God is the one who gives us good health and blessings in life. God is the one who controls our home...and we praise Him for that.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/god_is_my_boss_tshirt-235192322402380943"><img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TLMgpL1FOGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/VAr1m9loDBA/s200/thirt.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.textspace.net/patterned_text/"><img alt="Patterned Text Generator at TextSpace.net" border="0" src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/1420/12822176424a5c87cb.gif" /></a></div>vanenihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18089944612828777198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721375867755451095.post-75263385747665266532010-10-10T10:41:00.000+08:002010-10-10T10:41:23.517+08:00Reminiscing the Past: Enchanting Trip<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.ph/">Enchanted Kingdom</a> was my husband Jeff and I's first <em>gimik</em> trip...and that was way back when he was still courting me. It was a summer of 2007 when he invited me for a carnival date with him to celebrate his birthday, and of course, I did not resist to spend that day with him because it was my first time to enter Enchanted Kingdom (imagine, I lived in Laguna but I had never experienced its amazing rides until that special day!). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s124.photobucket.com/albums/p11/vaneni/?action=view&current=Picture011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p11/vaneni/Picture011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Infront of the Grand Carousel...under the heat of the summer sun</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">The most unforgettable ride I experienced was the <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Space Shuttle</span></strong>-- and believe me, it's also the one I think I would never ride again. My eyes were shut the whole time, especially during the heartstopping loop! And when the ride finally ended, and Jeff asked me how was I, I couldn't say anything but a mumbling "<em>moooommmyyyyy!!!" </em>because I was soooo terrified. Jeff just laughed at me. He loved the Space Shuttle ride!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s124.photobucket.com/albums/p11/vaneni/?action=view&current=Picture026.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p11/vaneni/Picture026.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Space Shuttle. This was before the ride started. What should I expect???</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">My favorite ride was the <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Log Jam</span></strong>. It was a bit romantic ride because we got to ride a boat (in a shape of a log), but also an exciting and adventurous one because the log boat would slide on top of a hill, causing us to be splashed with water afterwards. The best thing about it was our slide was caught by photo in action. I haven't got to scan the picture until now, but I swear, the photo was still existing (somewhere around the house....).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s124.photobucket.com/albums/p11/vaneni/?action=view&current=Picture022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p11/vaneni/Picture022.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Background: The Log Jam. And we're all wet!</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">We got to experience almost all the amazing and famous rides of Enchanted Kingdom. We actually stayed there until almost closing so that we would be able to see the fireworks. I was so happy, I gaved him my "<em>yes, I want to be your girlfriend</em>" answer that night when he dropped me off my place. <em>Nakalog ang utak ko sa mga rides, napasagot tuloy niya ako</em>. Haha!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">I haven't been in Enchanted Kingdom again. Maybe next time, when our daughter will be old enough to appreciate the rides. I'm sure she would love to experience the magical carnival place (and I wonder if she would say the same line after riding the Space Shuttle....hehe).</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">My toddler's hair is getting longer, and I have to make a way to take her hair off her little face. Sometimes I'm having a hard time putting clips on her hair because she hates having her head being touched (and most of the time the result becomes a mess, but at least her hair is finally off her face). Here's my favorite hairdo I did on her:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TK8aCpm6jnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qcmgNQe1YXY/s1600/hairdo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TK8aCpm6jnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qcmgNQe1YXY/s400/hairdo2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>My baby Rian looked fresh and happy with her hairstyle!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I read the first pages of the book, I couldn't help but to weep silently because I could feel the mood of the story (the author had a pancreatic cancer and only had few months to live. So I just imagine how sad he was, as well as the people close to him, especially his wife). But the author made his story a positive one--- that even though his time was up, he still decided to make the last days of his life happy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He had dreams in life which he surprisingly attained (Hey, he even dreamed of going to space--- and he had experienced it!). I also have dreams in life. I may not be child anymore but I still continue to dream. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How about you? Do you have your own dreams in life?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you don't have The Last Lecture book yet, I suggest you watch its video below during your freetime and be enlightened and inspired. You can also visit its website at <a href="http://www.thelastlecture.com/">http://www.thelastlecture.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I learned to accept my husband from the day we got together, and now that we are married, I do not demand him to change. But somehow, I wish that he would be sweetingly enough to treat me as her queen. I know that he's not the romantic type, but then, there are times that I long for the times when he was still courting me--- he would give me flower and would willingly drive me home even though my place was a south-expressway far from his place. Hey, it was years ago since the last time he gave me flowers (it was even before we got married pa!). And his face goes sour and bitter when I request him to drive me to my office (and imagine, I still have to request for it! Where's his initiative?!). I wouldn't say he is thoughtless because I know he's a responsible person to us as the head of the family. But I hope sometimes, he would again sweep me off my feet and make me all nuts and crazy about him just like before. I want to feel again the <em>kilig</em> factor all over again. Hey, who says that courting should stop by the day that a couple is married!<br />
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Aside from satisfying his manly cravings (which I usually neglect because I get so tired from work-- and I'm so guilty about it!), I guess, he would want me to lessen my whines and complaints about anything. I don't nag him (I had learned the effects of nagging during my relationship with my ex), but I just have too much to say, that most of the time, I become more of a talker than a doer. <br />
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Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. But eventually, as for me and my husband, we tend to compromise and sometimes give in to our wishes.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My favorite dessert is<span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><strong> <span style="color: magenta;">ice cream</span></strong></span>. And believe it or not, I'd rather eat my ice cream <strong><u>before</u> </strong>taking a meal! That's because I don't want my ice cream to melt. I super hate melted ice cream! So I'd rather finish it up before it liquify infront of my eyes and craving taste buds! It doesn't matter if its in a cup or cone or stick or in a sandwich/bread, as long as they are frozen just enough. Chocolate and cheese are my best ice cream flavors. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Dairy Queen's Sandwich and Dilly's Bar are some of my favorites, and I mostly crave for them after work (which I am always tempted to buy everytime I got off the bus and I have no choice but to enter a mall and pass by a DQ shop). I also like Nestle's new product, Heaven Ice Cream (as well as other Magnolia Nestle's ice creams because their frozen state shelf life outside the freezer is longer than other brands...well, it's just my observation).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started the day with a smile from my husband, greeting "Happy Birthday" to me. But then, the first one who really greeted me a Happy Birthday was my brother, Bob, who texted me at 12 midnight (duh, he might be in a midnight shift in call center that's why he was still awake that time!). Next who greeted me through text was my parents who are currently taking care of my daughter Rian at Laguna for a week (as much as I would like my daughter to be with me during my birthday, I still decided to bring her to her grandparents' house in Laguna to take a short vacation again because I would be extra busy in my work this week because of my training program). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was smiling when I got in the office so early in the morning because my husband drove me to the office (and that was about 6:00 am...my work starts a 8:00 am). It was a very thoughful act, because my husband rarely drives me there! I passed by our building chapel to pray and thank God for giving me a new year. After that, I slept on my desk for an hour and half. And when I woke up, I brushed my teeth, put on my make up, and placed a big smile on my face, preparing for my day's task ahead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TKHiVaODywI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sbHbdwrPY8U/s1600/vaneni0257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TKHiVaODywI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sbHbdwrPY8U/s400/vaneni0257.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Outside our office window. It was 6 am but the sun alreaady shines so brightly, showering blessings on my birthday. Thank you Lord for a wonderful special day.</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Other greetings during the day came from my friends and mostly from FB friends (Facebook forwards me my wall messages. Hey, the phone's still alerting until now! Gonna thank my friends later through my FB wall). My officemates greeted me happily, some even visited me in the training room (which is at 11th floor of the office building..... The Training Team's office is located at 7th floor, so just imagine, I was at 11th floor the whole day for the training!). Of course, my participants also remembered my special day. They were happy to have spaghetti for snack (I requested our caterer to serve it for our afternoon snack. But don't get me wrong coz I didn't pay for it. The training's snack is on the training budget!). At lunchtime, I was surprised because I got these desserts--- </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TKHiZEXE_2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/ufe6GhcSwE0/s1600/vaneni0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TKHiZEXE_2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/ufe6GhcSwE0/s400/vaneni0260.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The cake slice with cherry came from our new officemate, Grace. The other cake slice came from the training's catering manager, Sir Zaldy. The almond gelly came from another officemate, Sir Ariel. Thank you guys for making this day a little more sweeter!</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The best is yet to come. My husband went home earlier than me and he started to cook pesto pasta (as he promised to me). When I came home, dinner was served. I celebrated the birthda dinner with the whole household (my husband with my in-laws).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TKHieFI5E5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/NJZmUDczwoQ/s1600/vaneni0269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSn9Fc3YSt0/TKHieFI5E5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/NJZmUDczwoQ/s400/vaneni0269.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The pesto pasta was my hubby's cooking product for the night! The cake's not opened yet when I took this photo and the crispy pata's still on the stove and still sizzling!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A happy happy day for me, indeed even though my birthday week would be a busy training week for me! 29 years of existence...more to come bceause I'm sooo excited to live my life with my loved ones--- my husband, Jeff and my daughter, Rian.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">The days that I consider the hardest for us way back just before our wedding, the days when we learned that I was pregnant. We were planning for a perfect wedding that time, but all of the sudden, I became pregnant. It felt like all the dreams and plans that we wanted for a perfect wedding and family shattered, and reality of a life with bigger responsibilities suddenly unfolds us. We even asked ourselves if we were really ready for it, emotionally and financially. But we had no choice but <u>to be ready</u> for it. We cried for the loss of our future dreams, as well as the expectations of our parents. Those were the hard days.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">But hard days make us better and stronger persons. With our baby, we became more motivated and inspired to give the best that we can be in life. With our baby, we plan for new future dreams. With our baby, we our marriage became stronger. With our baby, the world becomes a fun place to live in.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">I am aware that harder days will come in the future. But my family's faith in God is stronger than them. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">My daughter loves eating something new. And now that she's a toddler, she sometimes want to try to eat independently. She would snatch the spoon or fork from my hands and try to eat her food by herself. To describe her meal and snack time whenever she does that, it's absolutely messy! She throws food then she'll try to scoop it again with her spoon or fork, then she would try to eat it (of course, I would take away the food before it land in her mouth). There are times that she's really a good mannered little girl, she's really serious in getting food to reach her mouth using the <em>kubyertos</em>. It just that sometimes, it pisses her off when the food drops on the floor. Hehe. Pizza and pancake are the best heavy snacks we can serve her because we would just divide them into bits so that she can use her fork to get it, without her being irritated. She also loves finger foods for snacks, especially biscuits and Iced Gem (remember it? Hehe).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Below's photo is quite a funny shot I got while my daughter was eating a fried potato on stick. She actually ate it as if she's eating <em>isaw</em>! We were all wondering how in the world did she learn the usual way to eat food on the stick! Hehe...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Tomorrow's a Friday again! Time to relax and unwind. Our Friday Faves topic for this week is all about <strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">YOUR FAVORITE BABY PICTURE</span></strong>! Blog and brag about your own cutie baby photo (P.S. it must be your own photo, not your children's or other baby photos). Let's see how we all look like in our infant years...hehe. Don't forget to place the Friday Faves badge with your post and link with the Linky Tool below. Start scanning old pics na! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I soooo love this photo because I can feel my happiness in my smile...probably because I'm in my mother's loving arms. I also love my baby outfit because I looked like a fashionista, with my sleeveless pink terno, cool cap, and bracelet. And I just noticed that my hairstyle before looks just the same with my own baby's hairstyle today-- with bangs. Haha! I will treasure this photo forever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know much about phishing, but according to my research, it is a kind of hacking wherein you enter your account details in a social website or email website which are actually fake (they look like the real thing on the screen but actually, they are fake sites so that the hacker could get your passwords and important details about you). To minimize the risk of being a phishing victim, social and email websites suggest the following: check the URL of the website before entering your account details, refuse to open or reply unknown emails, especially those which requests for your important information, always log-out before after visiting your social or email websites (and any sites wherein you have to enter your username and password), and of course, limit your sharing of personal information to other people, especially in the internet world. We may never stop the criminals behind phishing, but we can hinder their acts by safeguarding our own web accounts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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