<?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-7492701706316494113</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:22:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living...Loving...Learning</title><subtitle type='html'>You said that I was transparent and easily forgotten, but why then did you use my lifetime to prove to yourself who you are...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-5787206555571158798</id><published>2010-09-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:35:36.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey called LIFE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEfzcQidvI/AAAAAAAAALM/wTgK8zhMHlU/s1600/59019_423990108989_716233989_4939087_4410170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEfzcQidvI/AAAAAAAAALM/wTgK8zhMHlU/s320/59019_423990108989_716233989_4939087_4410170_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517225987124918002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEfsQLep8I/AAAAAAAAALE/2HAI0CiskLE/s1600/1_916486512l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEfsQLep8I/AAAAAAAAALE/2HAI0CiskLE/s320/1_916486512l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517225863623387074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since I last visited my blog...good thing, my account is still available. I miss writing, I miss posting pictures and memories, I miss telling stories. Now, here I am, reminiscing what happened in my life last year. There were bad and good memories of the past, but then, there's nothing I can do to turn back the clock. I just have to remember and keep all the good memories and forget the bad ones, and of course, all the blessings that I received. I'm also thankful for the greatest gift of life, my son, for giving me the courage to go on and accept things the way it has to be. As I've always said, LIVE, LOVE, and LEARN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-5787206555571158798?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5787206555571158798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=5787206555571158798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5787206555571158798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5787206555571158798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/journey-called-life.html' title='A journey called LIFE...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEfzcQidvI/AAAAAAAAALM/wTgK8zhMHlU/s72-c/59019_423990108989_716233989_4939087_4410170_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-3186069120265601481</id><published>2009-09-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:10:09.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ondoy's trail of fury...</title><content type='html'>please pray for our kababayan's who suffered from this tragedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5V6uRHxtQUM&lt;div 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fury...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-7283070133318773632</id><published>2009-09-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:37:43.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bday at the beach...</title><content type='html'>salamat sa lahat ng pumunta at bumati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a9a9199cf83867fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7283070133318773632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=7283070133318773632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7283070133318773632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7283070133318773632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/bday-at-beach.html' title='bday at the beach...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-6722391924520949945</id><published>2009-06-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:56:07.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the world...</title><content type='html'>thank you for the good music, MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we heed a certain call&lt;br /&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to lend a hand to life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on pretending day by day&lt;br /&gt;That someone, somewhere will make a change&lt;br /&gt;We are all a part of God's great big family&lt;br /&gt;And the truth, you know,&lt;br /&gt;Love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving out our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send them your heart so they'll know that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;And their lives will be stonger and free&lt;br /&gt;As God has shown us by turning stones to bread&lt;br /&gt;So we all must lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all&lt;br /&gt;But if you just believe there's no way we can fall&lt;br /&gt;Let us realize that a change can only come&lt;br /&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-6722391924520949945?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6722391924520949945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=6722391924520949945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/6722391924520949945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/6722391924520949945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-world.html' title='we are the world...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-2273205752236800232</id><published>2009-06-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:06:27.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the way we play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6uWWgf9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/o4JkssL_FMA/s1600-h/1_810142637l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6uWWgf9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/o4JkssL_FMA/s320/1_810142637l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905106384975330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6uHxgzymI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bE3JZ66QrBI/s1600-h/1_151994915l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6uHxgzymI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bE3JZ66QrBI/s320/1_151994915l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349904855935994466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6tPWI9IHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QvUKD6ycNt0/s1600-h/1_937765771l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6tPWI9IHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QvUKD6ycNt0/s320/1_937765771l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349903886515511410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6tH-1pxyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Gd9QhusOtoE/s1600-h/1_791559593l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6tH-1pxyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Gd9QhusOtoE/s320/1_791559593l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349903760001451810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6tAmy6CLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ys3mmdqqZSo/s1600-h/1_619251735l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6tAmy6CLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ys3mmdqqZSo/s320/1_619251735l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349903633288399026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6s1rasqeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qQrzX6hWqW0/s1600-h/1_319690029l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6s1rasqeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qQrzX6hWqW0/s320/1_319690029l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349903445550475746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6ssnL82OI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tycyUphWGT8/s1600-h/1_267609916l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6ssnL82OI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tycyUphWGT8/s320/1_267609916l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349903289796057314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6slcAyjGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ABYRBFsyEK4/s1600-h/1_207232948l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6slcAyjGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ABYRBFsyEK4/s320/1_207232948l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349903166537370722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the championship of the volleyball competition in Tel Aviv. Unfortunately, we're only aiming for the 2nd runner up position due to our loss 2 weeks ago. We gave our best shot eventhough we're only 8 in the team. Huh! Can you imagine the strenght and mind power we had to gain. The good news is we got the 2nd runner up position, the most attentive team, the best digger for ate Liza, the leadership award for ate Liza again and the best player of the game by yours truly. Hehehe! Gulat kayo ano? Well, as I always say...It doesn't matter if we win or lose, the most important thing is we did our best and we enjoyed the game. Mazal tov, Raanana Angels to our next competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank all our sponsors, to coach Rey and Joel, to Kuya Ramiel who also taught us how to set the game, to our friends who watched our every game...kilala nyo na po kung sino kayo. And most especially, we must thank ourselves for giving our best shot in every game and for the friendship that we shared during the practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-2273205752236800232?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2273205752236800232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=2273205752236800232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/2273205752236800232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/2273205752236800232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-we-played.html' title='the way we play...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sj6uWWgf9eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/o4JkssL_FMA/s72-c/1_810142637l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-8084883307871054307</id><published>2009-05-13T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:24:47.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA PAPA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq7pcj7ayI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o_qMsX23dUU/s1600-h/Pope+Benedict+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq7pcj7ayI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o_qMsX23dUU/s320/Pope+Benedict+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335283029289691938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq7U78XIsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aF-v8cU_zPI/s1600-h/Pope+Benedict+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq7U78XIsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aF-v8cU_zPI/s320/Pope+Benedict+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335282676936417986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq6-qFsIOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2X_B-muWywA/s1600-h/Pope+Benedict+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq6-qFsIOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2X_B-muWywA/s320/Pope+Benedict+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335282294186582242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq6WHoathI/AAAAAAAAAII/drwvXJ9BT9g/s1600-h/Pope+Benedict+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq6WHoathI/AAAAAAAAAII/drwvXJ9BT9g/s320/Pope+Benedict+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335281597742233106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq5jlSZ7rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sbHIY8nQCWk/s1600-h/Pope+Benedict+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq5jlSZ7rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sbHIY8nQCWk/s320/Pope+Benedict+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335280729529642674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq5LQdFgHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YYHCTblO-qA/s1600-h/Pope+Benedict+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq5LQdFgHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YYHCTblO-qA/s320/Pope+Benedict+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335280311620436082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blessed day for me yesterday. I attended the Pope's mass in the Mt. of olives in Jerusalem. At first, the guards won't allow us to enter the site because we didn't have a permit/invitation. 5000 people were expected to attend the mass and only the 3 of us - Me, Ethel and KC didn't have the permit. Sabi nga nila, pag may tyaga, may nilaga. We've been waiting there from 10am and the mass will only start at 4:30pm. Pero dahil gusto naming makita si Pope, naghintay kami kahit wala kaming permit. At 3:45pm, they were closing the roads including the entrance. The 3 of us were left outside with all the police and guards. One police noticed us and asked if we want to go inside. Yes!!! Finally, we can come in. The one lady guard remembered us that we were the ones who are waiting there for a long time, and she said...go inside...go inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it...before the mass, the Pope, inside his Papal's car passed by near us. I've got goosebumps, i was shouting his name like everybody else. So near, yet we cannot even touch him. At least we had the chance to see him , attend his mass and received his blessings. It was a tiring but fulfilling and blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-8084883307871054307?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8084883307871054307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=8084883307871054307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/8084883307871054307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/8084883307871054307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-papa.html' title='VIVA PAPA!'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sgq7pcj7ayI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o_qMsX23dUU/s72-c/Pope+Benedict+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-7150440165231899083</id><published>2009-04-30T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:46:59.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trapo...</title><content type='html'>I was listening to my mp3 this morning, a song with a title TRAPO from YANO caught my attention.It's all about the wrong doings of the politicians in the Philippines. Isa ito sa mga favorite songs namin nung highschool. Kung iisa-isahin ko ang lyrics ng song, trapo ang tawag sa pulitiko na nagpapasasa sa buwis nating mga kawawang mamamayan. Hanggang ngayon, trapo pa rin sila. Asan na ang mga ipinangako nila noong eleksyon? Hanggang ngayon nakapako pa rin. Labor day po ngayon, araw ng mga manggagawa, araw nating lahat. Pero dahil sa economy crisis, marami ang walang trabaho. Pero ang mga trapo, di pa ginagamit ng tama ang mga buwis natin. Sa susunod na taon, eleksyon na naman po. Ano na naman kayang mga pangako ang aming maririnig? Mga kabayan, piliin po nating mabuti ang ating kandidato. Sabi nga sa kanta: " di na binoboto, pero nananalo" alam nyo na ang ibig sabihin nun. Palitan na natin ang mga trapo sa gobyerno. Tayo rin po, wag sana tayong maging trapo sa ating mga kapwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-7150440165231899083?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7150440165231899083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=7150440165231899083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7150440165231899083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7150440165231899083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/04/trapo.html' title='trapo...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-3229389726562822213</id><published>2009-04-18T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:09:01.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>technie's world...</title><content type='html'>Do you know a virtual friend? A virtual companion? Who knows, we might need it in a few years time. Yesterday, my employer's son told me what he did in the rehabilitation center. He did the virtual sport from Wii, a product of Nintendo. He played tennis and boxing thru virtual sport. Wii got every sport you want. Can you imagine playing tennis with the computer as your opponent? It's like playing in real court, you serve, you smash, backhand and forehand. Amazing, isn't it? When you got a Wii, you don't have to go out and play in the court. It's sad for me because i'm an outdoor person. Not only the virtual sport, i also saw a virtual pet. All you have to do is type the reference code in their website ang presto, you got your virtual pet. You have to feed them, bathe them, dress them. It's like taking care of a real pet, the big difference is you have to do that in the computer. Amazing, isn't it? There's also the digital photo album. All you have to do is transfer your photos from the computer to your digital photo album. Easy to look, easy to carry, and your'e a technie. Hehehe! You also heard about the netbooks, mp4, touchphone, etc. Sometimes, it makes me feel sad because we're living in a fast paced world where technology rules. Think about it, maybe next week you gonna need a virtual friend because there's nobody to turn to. Someday you gonna need a remote control wife or husband because of this technologies. I'm amazed, but not happy. Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-3229389726562822213?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3229389726562822213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=3229389726562822213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/3229389726562822213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/3229389726562822213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/04/technies-world.html' title='technie&apos;s world...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-8895707759910502267</id><published>2009-03-21T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:14:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of me...</title><content type='html'>The sand taught me one thing: "You can't hold too many things, no matter what you do to make them stay, and no matter how much they want to stay, the wind will always blow them away. So learn to let go and choose carefully which you want to stay, because like the sand, only those which are in the center of your palm will last".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our relentness effort to find the person we love, we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things and simply because we allow ourselves to beenslaved by our own selfish concerns. Go for the man of deeds and not for the man of words, for you will find rewarding happiness not with the man you love but the man who loves you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred and anger you've been keeping in your heart. Do not let the bitterness take away your strenght and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you, but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  may find peace in loving someone from a distance not expecting something in return. But be careful for this can sustain life but can never give enough room for us to grow. We can all survive with just beautiful memories of the past, but real peace and happiness come only with open acceptance of what reality is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon become a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than just friendship. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to forget someone you love. What you need to learn is how to accept the verdict of reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, you would be better off giving that dedication and love to someone more deserving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-8895707759910502267?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8895707759910502267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=8895707759910502267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/8895707759910502267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/8895707759910502267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-love-of-me.html' title='for the love of me...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-4250991796279201246</id><published>2009-03-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:56:00.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>playtime after work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x_hnPl8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Cke-EbiGmLg/s1600-h/1_484069752l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x_hnPl8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Cke-EbiGmLg/s320/1_484069752l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314232158977497026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x7zYP1vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IXDa7zuCtI0/s1600-h/1_254956128l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x7zYP1vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IXDa7zuCtI0/s320/1_254956128l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314232095026960114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x4XMqaTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PFeWNpnF01o/s1600-h/1_191745269l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x4XMqaTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PFeWNpnF01o/s320/1_191745269l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314232035922569522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raanana Women's Volleyball Team.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if we win or lose...the important thing is we must do our best and enjoy the game. Goodluck, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-4250991796279201246?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4250991796279201246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=4250991796279201246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/4250991796279201246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/4250991796279201246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/03/playtime-after-work.html' title='playtime after work...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/Sb_x_hnPl8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Cke-EbiGmLg/s72-c/1_484069752l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-4723398906890838831</id><published>2009-03-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:47:55.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we gonna miss you...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I received an sms with a bad news from home. Someone so dear to us, my father's younger brother died of heart attack. Losing someone so young and a very nice man, with a big dream for his family was a very big loss for all of us. As I've said, nothing is permanent in this world. What we have and what we are today, we must to give it back someday...somehow...&lt;br /&gt;We gonna miss you, tito too. May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-4723398906890838831?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4723398906890838831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=4723398906890838831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/4723398906890838831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/4723398906890838831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-gonna-miss-you.html' title='we gonna miss you...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-2830351944122312945</id><published>2009-01-30T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:49:02.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a game....</title><content type='html'>Rafael Nadal of Spain proved it again that he is the number one tennis player of the world. He beat Fernando Verdasco of Spain after 5 sets for 5 hours and 14 minutes. Nadal was like a tornado. He's so fast, he can hit the ball even if it was&lt;br /&gt;impossible to catch. Even Verdasco was unbelievable with that match. It was the first time I saw him play like that. It's like watching the finals of the Wimbledon last year played by Nadal and Federer. And it's Nadal and Federer again for the finals on Sunday. Unfortunately, I can't watch the live broadcast. I have to wait for the replay on the next day. Tomorrow will be the women's final by Serena Williams and Dinara Safina. I'm gonna bet on Serena. Wanna bet? Tnx, kiko for the info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-2830351944122312945?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2830351944122312945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=2830351944122312945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/2830351944122312945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/2830351944122312945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-game.html' title='what a game....'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-634199478816635478</id><published>2009-01-28T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:50:22.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Pilosopiya sa Pag-ibig ni Bob Ong</title><content type='html'>Mga tinipong pilosopiya sa pag-ibig ni Bob Ong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka ng magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka niya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na di mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Huwag na huwag kang hahawak kung alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo ipagsisiksikan ang sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sa iyo. Eh meron namang hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Kung maghihintay ka lang ng lalandi sa iyo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo...dapat lumandi ka rin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sa iyo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na rin sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo, wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na mahal ka pero di mo mahal...kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba, kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap mo sa telepono, kasama mo sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa, eh may gusto sa iyo at kayo na ang magkakatuluyan. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalake. Tatlo, lima sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng maganda. Totoong mas maganda ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anupaman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan, nagmumukha ding pandesal...maniwala ka..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Minsan, kahit ikaw ang naka-schedule, kailangan mo pa ring maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw ang bida sa script na pinili nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran  na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap mo uli ang taong tinalikuran mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay, kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin at kasinungalingan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng isang taong hindi dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lang yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na komukontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organ mo ang mga sama ng loob sa buhay mo. Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sa buhay mo...kundi...ikaw mismo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. "Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakatakot mahulog...at pag nahulog ka, it's either by accident o talagang tanga ka...TOINK!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-634199478816635478?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/634199478816635478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=634199478816635478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/634199478816635478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/634199478816635478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/01/mga-pilosopiya-sa-pag-ibig-ni-bob-ong.html' title='Mga Pilosopiya sa Pag-ibig ni Bob Ong'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-3457579303089072000</id><published>2009-01-21T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:51:08.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect heart...</title><content type='html'>One day, there's a competition in the town plaza. They called it, "The man with the perfect heart". Everybody in the crowd wants to join the contest, but of course only few are chosen. They started with the businessman. He opened his heart, it's almost perfect. One thing the judges noticed about his heart, it's full of numbers. The crowd applause the businessman for that. Then the politician's next. The same as the businessman, almost perfect. There's a picture of himself inside his heart. Then came the ordinary person. He showed his heart, so clean, so perfect. Everybody thought, it's the heart that they've been looking for. When the judges about to announce the winner, an old man went up the stage. He opened his heart, to the amazement of the crowd, his heart is full of scars, bloody and some missing pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. He said, "I considered my heart as the perfect one. you see the scars? I got these from the people who hurt me most. Can you see the blood? My heart is crying because all of you don't know the real love. Can you see the jigsaw puzzle in my heart? Every piece is the love I gave away. Some gave it back and some did not. That's why I got some missing pieces. They left my heart broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, are you the type of person who got the clean and perfect heart or the kind of person with a heart like a jigsaw puzzle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-3457579303089072000?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3457579303089072000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=3457579303089072000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/3457579303089072000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/3457579303089072000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-heart.html' title='A perfect heart...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-1160972137587317838</id><published>2009-01-21T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:16:53.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living...Loving...Learning...</title><content type='html'>As I was writing this, I'm thinking of my favorite book who's written by Leo Buscaglia. It was given to me by my bestfriend in highschool (ALFA). It is really a nice book even my friends and sisters read it over and over again. I remember some lines like, "You said that I was transparent and easily forgotten. But why then did you use my lifetime to prove to yourself who you are?" Isn't that sad? First, you lived your life like there's no tomorrow. You lived  like a queen or a king not thinking of other people's need. In short, you lived for your own self. Then you fell in love, you gave up everything to the one you love. You didn't think of yourself anymore, but instead you cared about the person you loved the most. After a while, that person left you brokenhearted and torn into pieces. That's the worst part of being inlove. Then you wanna move on, picking up the pieces, but surely not suicidal. Huh! That's love... You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You live and love, you learn. Maybe I am sourgraping or emotionally stressed or just bored. Am I making any sense? Wala lang magawa, pasensya na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hope is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being love in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-1160972137587317838?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1160972137587317838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=1160972137587317838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1160972137587317838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1160972137587317838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2009/01/livinglovinglearning.html' title='Living...Loving...Learning...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-7116359745903315002</id><published>2008-12-17T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:18:39.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlso90duFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7IOUmxINQZw/s1600-h/598037272m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlso90duFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7IOUmxINQZw/s320/598037272m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280871489113798738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlsiEhTahI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mytvrGWZjqQ/s1600-h/22956939225747m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlsiEhTahI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mytvrGWZjqQ/s320/22956939225747m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280871370653395474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlsX2oWMyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mASGcmHChNw/s1600-h/27969938163399m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlsX2oWMyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mASGcmHChNw/s320/27969938163399m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280871195126149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sad, especially christmas is coming. I feel like going home. It's so sad to spend christmas not knowing what to do. Way back home, I know It's gonna be a happy and enjoyable holiday. I remember that during christmas break, there's our family reunion - oh, how I miss the sky is the limit na inuman at videoke naming magpipinsan sa labas ng bahay namin or sa bahay ng isa sa mga pinsan ko. Miss ko rin yung picnic kahit puyat.&lt;br /&gt; Christmas break din yung alumni or most of the time get together or reunion ng batch. Kung hindi out of town eh bar hopping at picnic rin. Batchmates, miss ko na yung kwentuhan, asaran, at tawanan natin kahit na minsan ay wala tayong pera at boy bawang lang ang pagkain. Syempre, pag nagluto pa si Bads ng sopas with corned beef. O, di ba improvised sopas ang tawag dun. Nakakamiss ang barkada na kahit di na tayo nagkikita, alam natin na anuman ang mangyari ay isa lang ang iisipin natin para maalala ang mga magagandang bagay na nangyari sa ating lahat. Kung saan nagsimula ang lahat. At yun ay ang ating alma mater. &lt;br /&gt; I also miss my friends back there in Manila. Yah, sa SFC nagsimula ang lahat. We were the household heads na pasaway at palaban. sabi nga nila, di daw mabuwag ang grupo natin kasi kung ayaw ng isa, ayaw na rin ng iba. Kahit naman ganun tayo, ginagalang at pinagkakatiwalaan naman tayo ng members. Pero kahit may asawa na ang iba sa atin, nananatili tayong magkakaibigan. &lt;br /&gt; Yung mga elite friends ko sa SFC- Gaie, Beth, Maidz, Lala and Myla, Keep in touch, my friends. Kahit ako lang ang malayo sa inyo eh kasali pa rin ako sa lahat ng lakad nyo at gastos. hehehe! Really, I miss all of you.  &lt;br /&gt; Well, wala naman talagang papantay sa saya ng pasko sa Pinas. Kaya nga nakakamiss. Have a Merry Christmas to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-7116359745903315002?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7116359745903315002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=7116359745903315002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7116359745903315002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7116359745903315002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-home.html' title='i miss home...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SUlso90duFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7IOUmxINQZw/s72-c/598037272m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-1049017131309382515</id><published>2008-12-08T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:57:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/ST2KIcIgVKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DPl5XFqs7Bw/s1600-h/08122008362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/ST2KIcIgVKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DPl5XFqs7Bw/s320/08122008362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277526215943541922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/ST2J5N-MZQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kNOcK0UODOc/s1600-h/08122008361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/ST2J5N-MZQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kNOcK0UODOc/s320/08122008361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277525954444158210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my employer asked me what do I want for Christmas. I didn't answer her, but after a while she said, "marianne, you want a diamond ring?" Hahaha! I said, "in my dreams"...We laughed together, as if it's a big joke. Today, I received an email from my employer's daughter who lives in England, asking me what are my plans for Christmas. Well, what would I say? Is Christmas really coming? Why can't I hear any Christmas songs? No Christmas trees, Christmas lights and lanterns? I nearly forgot, I'm here in the country with Jews around me. They don't have Christmas, but they have a holiday like chanukka and purim. They celebrate it nearly the same as Christmas. Yah, I remember asking my sister this afternoon what they want for Christmas. The truth is, I can't think of anything else to give myself on Christmas. I got my laptop last week, I also got my gold ring last week, and I'm still paying for my diamond necklace...hehehe! Is that enough for Christmas? Or is it the satisfaction and happiness I'm still looking for myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second Christmas here in Israel, I'd like to go to Betlehem, it's one of the busiest place here during Christmas. I'm looking forward for the trip in Betlehem. If not, maybe in Jerusalem, even if I've been there already. It's nice to pray and wish on the wishing wall and attend a mass. It's really hard to plan for a holiday especially that you're not used to spend it alone. Uh-uh, what can I say? It's part of life. Just wish everyone a merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-1049017131309382515?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1049017131309382515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=1049017131309382515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1049017131309382515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1049017131309382515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/ST2KIcIgVKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DPl5XFqs7Bw/s72-c/08122008362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-7838508983988622678</id><published>2008-11-25T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:44:11.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balikbayan box...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SSwAZpI2TRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW-7mVGQbsg/s1600-h/24112008358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SSwAZpI2TRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW-7mVGQbsg/s320/24112008358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272589704283704594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just send a balikbayan box to the Philippines with some clothes, groceries and some items for my family. At first I thought it's easy to send a box full of different things that I can buy here in Israel. But I was wrong, It's so expensive, time consuming, with lots of headache. I kept on thinking of what to buy, what to send, how many to send...something like that. I also had to consider the needs and wants. Well, it's all finished. They took the box last night and start shipping it this Friday. It's all worth it especially that my family will appreciate everything what's inside the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and some of my cousins received balikbayan box from their family abroad every now and then, I said to myself, If only I can work in other country, I will also send something for my family. And here I am, sending one for them even if it takes me a long time to fill it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-7838508983988622678?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7838508983988622678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=7838508983988622678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7838508983988622678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7838508983988622678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/11/balikbayan-box.html' title='Balikbayan box...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SSwAZpI2TRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dW-7mVGQbsg/s72-c/24112008358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-3448132006640870001</id><published>2008-11-12T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:13:41.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No free meal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsqB9UkdUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VbdZj0tG2bU/s1600-h/11112008355.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/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsqB9UkdUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VbdZj0tG2bU/s320/11112008355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267850402269001026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsp2NwyNII/AAAAAAAAAF0/bK9UOuL8dCU/s1600-h/12112008357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsp2NwyNII/AAAAAAAAAF0/bK9UOuL8dCU/s320/12112008357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267850200523879554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No free meal" Have you heard of that saying? I always hear that from the sons of my employer. They have their own factory, but they go to work everyday. Mind you, go to work on time just like the regular employee. Well, we all know that there's no free in this world. We cannot lie down all day and expect that someone will give us money and food. We cannot wish upon a star and expect that it's gonna rain with all the stuffs we need for the day. Huh! We all have to work hard and earn a living. I get upset every time I hear that this someone and that someone doesn't have work and stays at home all day. Lucky you, whoever that someone is. You don't have to work to eat at least 3 times a day. I envy those people who were born with what they call, "born with a silver spoon". All they have to do is to spend money, buy things that are not necessary. Yah, maybe I'm only sourgraping, because if I don't work, I won't be able to eat, I won't be able to send money to my family, I won't be able to pay my flat, I won't be able to buy the things I want. I work hard, even when it's my off, I work part time. I work hard because I'm a person with so much dream and ambition in life. I want to have my own house, yah I started paying a house of my own. I want to own a car, I want to have a business, I want my family to have a good life. So much dream, so much effort. Sometimes, I just want to lie down and wait for my salary. But that won't happen, NEVER...How can I have salary if I don't work for it. Again, "no free meal". Yah, that's life. The only thing that is free is to wish and dream. Is anybody can tell me that there is free meal? Well, call me and I'll be there in a minute. Hehehe! Enjoy working for your free meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-3448132006640870001?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3448132006640870001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=3448132006640870001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/3448132006640870001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/3448132006640870001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-free-meal.html' title='No free meal...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsqB9UkdUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VbdZj0tG2bU/s72-c/11112008355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-5343834339556272455</id><published>2008-11-12T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:39:13.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle's bday party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsh9k5fzwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zKfzF_LxST4/s1600-h/1_930110955m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsh9k5fzwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zKfzF_LxST4/s320/1_930110955m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267841530900500226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsh29s4uAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tQOFHwm9wgA/s1600-h/1_228921440m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsh29s4uAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tQOFHwm9wgA/s320/1_228921440m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267841417299408898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRshwqSXymI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XqkJRiuE3Eo/s1600-h/1_530567781m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRshwqSXymI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XqkJRiuE3Eo/s320/1_530567781m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267841309008710242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you heard about the word birthday, it means food, fun, get together, gifts...something like that. It was Michelle's birthday last night, we celebrate it at Mimi's place, we had a lot of seafoods like shrimps, crabs, squids...whoah! Those kind of food are too expensive here. But, yah, i'ts Michelle's birthday, she promised us the seafoods, pakbet, pansit, leche flan...we also had spaghetti, chocolate and cheesecake and also biko...yummy! We're lucky our employers allowed us to go out in the night that's why we can attend to some parties and sometimes play volleyball. Most of our friends from the moadon were present, some of our playmates in volleyball and some of our friend's friends. I'm sure everybody had a lot of fun especially that Ate Dolor made us laugh by impersonating each one of us. Oh, how I miss the comedy bars we used to go in the Philippines. Oh, well, what can I say? That's the way it has to be. As long as we enjoyed the food and the company of friends, no complain. Happy birthday, Michelle. Mazal Tov!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-5343834339556272455?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5343834339556272455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=5343834339556272455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5343834339556272455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5343834339556272455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/11/michelles-bday-party.html' title='Michelle&apos;s bday party...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SRsh9k5fzwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zKfzF_LxST4/s72-c/1_930110955m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-1316274179426260569</id><published>2008-10-31T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:29:07.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sulat ni tatay at nanay...</title><content type='html'>I received this email from my friend. I want to share this to all the parents and to all the daughters and sons. And also to all the caregivers who are spending their time in taking care of someone who are not even related to them. I hope we all realize that we are growing old not growing young. Enjoy reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal Kong Anak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan&lt;br /&gt;o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;kagagalitan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing&lt;br /&gt;sinisigawan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang&lt;br /&gt;sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng&lt;br /&gt;"binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o&lt;br /&gt;pakisulat nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong&lt;br /&gt;nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit&lt;br /&gt;at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?kapag gusto mo ng&lt;br /&gt;lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang&lt;br /&gt;mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo.&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda,&lt;br /&gt;amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na&lt;br /&gt;ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag&lt;br /&gt;mo sana akong pandirihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? pinagtyagaan kitang&lt;br /&gt;habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit,&lt;br /&gt;dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan&lt;br /&gt;mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,&lt;br /&gt;kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong&lt;br /&gt;nag-iisa. Walang kausap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo&lt;br /&gt;na sabik na sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kong&lt;br /&gt;pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol&lt;br /&gt;sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at&lt;br /&gt;maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;pagsawaang alagaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa&lt;br /&gt;higaan, pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling&lt;br /&gt;sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo&lt;br /&gt;sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na&lt;br /&gt;harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na&lt;br /&gt;lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ...&lt;br /&gt;dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigyang halaga sana natin ang ating mga magulang. Sa mga tulad naming caregivers, ganito po ang sitwasyon ng mga inaalagaan naming matatanda. Minsan talagang mauubusan ka ng  pasensya sa pag-intindi sa kakulitan nila. Pero kung titingnan natin, sila yung mga matatanda na halos di mabigyan ng oras ng kanilang mga anak kaya kinakailangan nilang kumuha ng mga caregiver. Madalas sa amin sila kumukuha ng lakas ng loob para ipagpatuloy ang buhay. Yung inaalagaan kong matanda, 91 years old na sya pero umaakyat-baba pa ng hagdan. 22 steps everyday. Habang umaakyat bibilangin nya steps,  pag nasa dulo na sya, sasabihin nya, " 22 and I'm still alive" Minsan pa sinabi nya sa akin, " you know, Marianne, I'm 91 years old and I'm pregnant" Hahaha! Bumabalik na sa pagkabata. Mahalin po natin ang ating mga magulang, sa kanilang pagtanda, alalayan natin sila at wag iwanan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-1316274179426260569?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1316274179426260569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=1316274179426260569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1316274179426260569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1316274179426260569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/10/sulat-ni-tatay-at-nanay.html' title='sulat ni tatay at nanay...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-1006411041748221899</id><published>2008-10-27T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:52:42.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep up the good work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNYBkygTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LNlD_Bs4axY/s1600-h/private_1_ff4c02c1e0263b6682e3dd58e3b468620fa662fdc9b961b8dd9f1c0f5f987065m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNYBkygTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LNlD_Bs4axY/s320/private_1_ff4c02c1e0263b6682e3dd58e3b468620fa662fdc9b961b8dd9f1c0f5f987065m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261907921019765042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNUVu2R9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/v3mHl7sgT78/s1600-h/private_1_40812c7a8b392ac4db2ea80d4692ec19c9967e58a047fe24ea1781616f4d9cd0m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNUVu2R9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/v3mHl7sgT78/s320/private_1_40812c7a8b392ac4db2ea80d4692ec19c9967e58a047fe24ea1781616f4d9cd0m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261907857711187922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNPx5jPGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YX6NXjcVxxg/s1600-h/private_1_38a017059a5e7fb5e384975de068cb0673fa94f45ad4e95fc9a68337712928fcm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNPx5jPGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YX6NXjcVxxg/s320/private_1_38a017059a5e7fb5e384975de068cb0673fa94f45ad4e95fc9a68337712928fcm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261907779372924002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNLDplbKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ASZgxSPjI7Q/s1600-h/private_1_7846c095d9e2110904c06e046c6b363361153ab7152ca281ab346297cc305e20m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNLDplbKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ASZgxSPjI7Q/s320/private_1_7846c095d9e2110904c06e046c6b363361153ab7152ca281ab346297cc305e20m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261907698238450850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2008, It's PMA's recognition day. The cadet's families are invited, so my parents and my siblings went there to witness the occasion. They are provided with a place to stay and some of their meals, of course courtesy of my sister Nelyn who is one of the cadets. Yah, it's also a family affair, get together, bonding...the sad part is, I can't be with them to witness and share their happiness with achievements like this. But, in my thoughts, I'm really happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelyn took the hard way just to enter the Philippine Military Academy. It took her a lot of courage and determination to get what she wanted. And now, here she is, one of the best students...one of the best cadet...and one of the 3 candidates for foreign study in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't see but as my family described it to me, I can feel how she transformed into a responsible and honorable person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on your way to the top, ate Ne. Keep up the good work and continue to bring honor to our family and country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the pictures, but I can't post the pictures with uniform because the PMA won't allow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-1006411041748221899?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1006411041748221899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=1006411041748221899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1006411041748221899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/1006411041748221899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-up-good-work.html' title='Keep up the good work...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SQYNYBkygTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LNlD_Bs4axY/s72-c/private_1_ff4c02c1e0263b6682e3dd58e3b468620fa662fdc9b961b8dd9f1c0f5f987065m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-9105171329837625830</id><published>2008-10-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:54:01.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the movie "ghost" a few minutes ago. It's so touching but it's so sad. If you can remember the movie, the actors were Demi Moore, Patrick Swayze, and Whoopi Goldberg. In this movie, the guy was murdered but with his love for the girl, his soul stayed and did everything to protect the girl. He even used the psychic Whoopi to help him.  It's sad to know that the one we love can no longer be with us no matter how hard we try to hold on. Life is too short. We don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. Before it's too late, show someone all the love that you can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-9105171329837625830?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9105171329837625830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=9105171329837625830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/9105171329837625830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/9105171329837625830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-5517779390737892117</id><published>2008-10-15T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:01:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kainan sa moadon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPXpl0ITiiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uKDyk8Kpg_M/s1600-h/15102008351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPXpl0ITiiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uKDyk8Kpg_M/s320/15102008351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364975882832418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Jenneth's birthday on Saturday, but we celebrate it this morning at the moadon. Pag sinabing may birthday sa moadon, you know what foods to expect, hehehe. Of course, Filipino foods like pansit, pinoy style spaghetti, biko, maja, and chicken na binili sa super. Like always, we enjoyed the food, especially when it's lutong pinoy. Now, we're looking forward sa susunod na may birthday na taga-moadon. Mag-isip ka na ng ihahanda mo, Michelle. hehehe! Mazal tov, jenneth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-5517779390737892117?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5517779390737892117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=5517779390737892117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5517779390737892117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5517779390737892117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/10/kainan-sa-moadon.html' title='kainan sa moadon'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPXpl0ITiiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uKDyk8Kpg_M/s72-c/15102008351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-6850590161179592442</id><published>2008-10-11T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:29:43.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things money can't buy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCaFmGN1MI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZBxp60V6KNc/s1600-h/12102008345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCaFmGN1MI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZBxp60V6KNc/s320/12102008345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255870186058011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCZZmNDmkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3SgQHPZpfOs/s1600-h/12102008349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCZZmNDmkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3SgQHPZpfOs/s320/12102008349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255869430172457538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCYb0oLzDI/AAAAAAAAACI/KHDM5JexTjI/s1600-h/12102008350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCYb0oLzDI/AAAAAAAAACI/KHDM5JexTjI/s320/12102008350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255868368892447794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCXy4iz6xI/AAAAAAAAACA/1tZOs92qcoU/s1600-h/12102008348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCXy4iz6xI/AAAAAAAAACA/1tZOs92qcoU/s320/12102008348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255867665569016594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCVWBlLeBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qcyAXFw19t4/s1600-h/12102008347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCVWBlLeBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qcyAXFw19t4/s320/12102008347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255864970755405842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCUloDktyI/AAAAAAAAABw/XAe_lxaJ8f8/s1600-h/12102008346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCUloDktyI/AAAAAAAAABw/XAe_lxaJ8f8/s320/12102008346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255864139269846818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning a little bit dizzy and with a terrible headache. Then the things money can't but slipped in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS MONEY CAN'T BUY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFUMES &lt;br /&gt;     It's not the scent of my CK, Victoria Secret, Hugo Boss or White Musk from Body Shop, but it's the scent that feels like the hug of the person sitting next to me. The hug that warms my body even if this person is doing nothing to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOES &lt;br /&gt;     It's not my rubber shoes, sneakers, slippers or sandals that i wear. It's the person walking beside me. It does'nt matter if I walk barefoot, what matters most is the person who walks not infront or behind me, but the person who walks beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAGS &lt;br /&gt;     It's not my bags that makes me happy. But it's the arms that wraps around my my shoulder or waist. It's the tap on my shoulder and hearing someone says, "everything's gonna be alright".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEANS AND SHIRTS&lt;br /&gt;     It's not the expensive clothes in the shops that I want to buy. But it's how comfortable I am wearing those clothes. It's like the straightjacket that feels like somebody is embracing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATES AND SWEETS&lt;br /&gt;     It's not the shape or kind of chocolates I eat. Although I'm not fond of sweets. It's not the tins or box of the sweets that was given to me. It's the thought and the presence of the person who gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNGLASSES &lt;br /&gt;     It's not the sunglasses that protects my eyes from the sun. But it's the person who looks into my eyes without thinking who am I today and who I was before. It's the emotions in my eyes. Remember, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLPHONE &lt;br /&gt;     It's not the model or specifications of my cellphone. It's the sms I received saying, "how r u?", "I miz u", "I luv u". It's the call from somebody saying, "due date na ng phonecards mo". Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;br /&gt;     You see, these are the things money can buy, but we're not giving attention to the things money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;     It's not the money I've earned or the success I've achieved. It's not the money I've spend for all these expensive things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the love and respect i've earned, it's the love and respect I'm giving away. Most of all there's no amount of money in comparison to the people who will Stay beside me for the rest of my life no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-6850590161179592442?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6850590161179592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=6850590161179592442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/6850590161179592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/6850590161179592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-money-cant-buy.html' title='Things money can&apos;t buy...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SPCaFmGN1MI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZBxp60V6KNc/s72-c/12102008345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-8480728169406567488</id><published>2008-10-01T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:18:48.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis broke my heart...</title><content type='html'>I was watching the WTA tour a while ago, Serena Williams was playing with Na Li of China. What a boring game at first because Serena beat Li in the first set by 6-0. Then on the second set, Li beat Serena by 6-1. Dissapointing, isn't it? I thought Serena will beat Li that easy, but I was wrong to underestimate the Chinese girl. Anyway, Li is rank number 30 in the world and Serena is the world's number 1 as of today. When the third set came, Serena got the first two break points. Then Li got the next 1, until Serena got the 3 break points. Whoah! But unfortunately, it's a round table again, Li beat her for amazing 6-4. I would like Serena to win the match as I would like to see her and her sister playing each other just like when they compete each other during the semifinals of the US open where Serena got her 4th US open title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-8480728169406567488?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8480728169406567488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=8480728169406567488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/8480728169406567488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/8480728169406567488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/10/tennis-broke-my-heart.html' title='Tennis broke my heart...'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-7047927184111930889</id><published>2008-09-27T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:29:31.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is coming!</title><content type='html'>When I woke up yesterday morning, it's raining. Whoah! After 7 months, it's raining in Israel. Last night, when we were having dinner for shabath, the rain poured again. They all went outside  to see the rain. I can see from their faces how happy they are. (kung alam lang nila, kahit summer umuulan s pinas. Hehehe!) Yah, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer. (sarap matulog, hirap gumising s umaga.) Next week they're gonna change the time. Minus 1 hour from the present time. It's getting cold, we have to prepare our winter clothes, winter blankets, and of course...the heater. Guys, let's welcome the winter. Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-7047927184111930889?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7047927184111930889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=7047927184111930889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7047927184111930889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/7047927184111930889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/09/winter-is-coming.html' title='Winter is coming!'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-5648110305019501595</id><published>2008-09-20T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:22:17.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would be my next life?</title><content type='html'>I was reading a magazine from ESRA yesterday, something caught my attention from the column : A bit of humor. I want to share this to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEXT LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to live my next life backwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You start out dead and get that out of the way right off the bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you get kicked out of the home for being healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You spend several years enjoying your retirement and collecting benefit checks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then when you start to work, you get a gold watch on your first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You work 40 years or so, getting younger everyday until pretty soon you're too young to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you go to high school: play sports, date, drink, and party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you get even younger, you become a kid again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You go to elementary school, you play, and have no responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a few years you become a baby and everyone runs themselves ragged keeping you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You spend your last nine months floating peacefully in luxury spa-like conditions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;central heating, room service on tap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does it get any better than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, do you know what your next life would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7492701706316494113-5648110305019501595?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5648110305019501595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=5648110305019501595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5648110305019501595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/5648110305019501595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-would-be-my-next-life.html' title='What would be my next life?'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492701706316494113.post-164569419362837906</id><published>2008-09-09T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:25:52.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZl8A1kHcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yBw3WkCYa5E/s1600-h/1_115566016m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243990897810742722" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZl8A1kHcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yBw3WkCYa5E/s320/1_115566016m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a nice celebration at the beach in Tel Aviv. Thank's to all my friends at the Moadon who organized the party, thank you also to my flatmates, to ate Beth and Abby who also spend their time with us. Everybody enjoyed the food we brought from our flat and to the ambagan from the moadon. I had a nice birthday with all of you. It's so nice to share this special day with special people like you. Just like what ate Tina told me, the AB-normal people.Hehehe! Jenette also said, the gifted children. And Ethel said, the autistic group.We all have our time to laugh and enjoy. I hope to spend more days with these kind of people. But the best thing is...you are all special to me because you made me feel special.We also had a celebration at the moadon on the day of my birthday. For others it's just an ordinary day, but for me, it's somehting I will remember for the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmOZY2cBI/AAAAAAAAABI/iEtwrkb2Zms/s1600-h/1_563139164m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991213638840338" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmOZY2cBI/AAAAAAAAABI/iEtwrkb2Zms/s320/1_563139164m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmCjg_-eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fWf-GgY0p54/s1600-h/1_271371105m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991010198944226" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmCjg_-eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fWf-GgY0p54/s320/1_271371105m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZnMZ0DwcI/AAAAAAAAABg/qOxWAwllBI0/s1600-h/1_352550562m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243992278904848834" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZnMZ0DwcI/AAAAAAAAABg/qOxWAwllBI0/s320/1_352550562m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmGsDPZeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iMvO30qKC_0/s1600-h/1_402479657m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991081209521634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmGsDPZeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iMvO30qKC_0/s320/1_402479657m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of thanks also to my employer, who is very generous to gave me a present and some food to take to the moadon. To Abby, who gave us cabbage salad. To Ate Lita who made suman and puto. To Mimi who cooked the pansit. Thank you so much to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmRtkSDVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uX-Zd3ywJKs/s1600-h/1_702567771m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991270595104082" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmRtkSDVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uX-Zd3ywJKs/s320/1_702567771m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmUWfVi-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZpuXh-BLeNc/s1600-h/1_929418864m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991315939953634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmUWfVi-I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZpuXh-BLeNc/s320/1_929418864m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmKAXJb0I/AAAAAAAAABA/65NbhxEdLeo/s1600-h/1_545420603m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243991138201333570" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZmKAXJb0I/AAAAAAAAABA/65NbhxEdLeo/s320/1_545420603m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7492701706316494113-164569419362837906?l=yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/feeds/164569419362837906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7492701706316494113&amp;postID=164569419362837906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/164569419362837906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7492701706316494113/posts/default/164569419362837906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourlinktoianne.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02882015845805838866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/TJEU-MJrbvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OF1AhN9eHCM/S220/DSC00915.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G-4-kig0GLc/SMZl8A1kHcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yBw3WkCYa5E/s72-c/1_115566016m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
