<?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-2619843230045246027</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:20:50.702-06:00</updated><category term='News and Society'/><category term='Philippine News'/><category term='Friendships and Relationships'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Trips and Vacations'/><category term='Philippine towns and cities'/><category term='US Holidays'/><category term='Families'/><category term='Precious things'/><category term='Everyday'/><category term='Movies and TV shows'/><category term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><category term='Philippine Holidays'/><title type='text'>Of Personal Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts are windows to one's soul. They're results of our awareness to the things around us. We have senses and we react to them as to what we see, hear, or feel. Such senses stimulate a process in our minds called thinking and the product of which are our thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-2454446606626028836</id><published>2008-06-18T11:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:51:30.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious things'/><title type='text'>Photographs and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFk0oiehgRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EfYYrBZnCmI/s1600-h/DSCF2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFk0oiehgRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EfYYrBZnCmI/s320/DSCF2508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213255914712301842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my in-laws and I went to my hubby's grandmother's apartment to get stuffs because she was transferred to an assisted home. We were to pick-up things that she can't use anymore. While I was looking through the things in the cabinets, I found several albums full of pictures, mostly old pictures and pictures in frames. The pictures were amazing! I even found an album of my in-laws wedding and I can't wait to show it to my husband. He said he has not seen them in years. Looking at the pictures made me smile especially those of my hubby when he was still a kid wearing that sheepish grin!lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFl1DqCpdsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Xrm8LsjSKk0/s1600-h/DSCF2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFl1DqCpdsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Xrm8LsjSKk0/s320/DSCF2521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213326749343512258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs are one of the very effective ways of capturing each treasured memory. They can stay with us in good shape as long as we take very good care of them. For instance, I still have my mother's pictures when she was still so young and they are still clear enough to be able to know who she was with in those pictures. Each photograph that we take and keep is a story of our lives and our moments with our loved ones. They are the captions of not only the special events in our lives but the everyday events as well that are just as good. Photographs really do have sentimental values for the events that happen in our lives because such events are unique in their own way and they just happen once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-2454446606626028836?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/2454446606626028836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=2454446606626028836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/2454446606626028836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/2454446606626028836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/photographs-and-memories_18.html' title='Photographs and Memories'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFk0oiehgRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EfYYrBZnCmI/s72-c/DSCF2508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-4884908058840345759</id><published>2008-06-14T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:27:26.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Society'/><title type='text'>Nature's Wrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFM68R33L4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-TPPizxQRXg/s1600-h/0_61_flood_ohio_street_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFM68R33L4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-TPPizxQRXg/s320/0_61_flood_ohio_street_320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211574001062064002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Midwest series of storms and torrential rains have left serious flooding. Major rivers have long reached their crests and overflowing already causing the flood. The flooding also affected as far north as Minnesota and Wisconsin where some houses were literally flushed away. Parts of Indiana and Illinois are flooded that's affecting both residential and agricultural fields. The plantation of produce have been delayed because of the series of storms that swamped the fields. In Iowa, there's up to 100 blocks downtown that's affected by the flooding which was due to a broken levee on the Cedar River. Thousands of people are evacuated from their homes. Hospitals and establishments in Iowa's second-largest city the Cedar Rapids, are flooded that people use boats in rescue missions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFM7KzE44fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aVN9DiXb_Xc/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFM7KzE44fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aVN9DiXb_Xc/s320/tornado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211574250493239794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only were there storms and flooding in the Midwest but a series of tornadoes as well. It has destroyed fields and people's houses that left them homeless. Still in Iowa, a tornado killed four young boys during their boy scouts camp. One boy who survived said "It's probably the longest 8 seconds in my life", when interviewed about what happened when the tornado hit the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the nature's rage, prices of produce that are common in the Midwest such as corn and soybeans, are expected to go higher as they already are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-4884908058840345759?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4884908058840345759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=4884908058840345759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/4884908058840345759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/4884908058840345759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/natures-wrath_14.html' title='Nature&apos;s Wrath'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFM68R33L4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-TPPizxQRXg/s72-c/0_61_flood_ohio_street_320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-6380097694428414984</id><published>2008-06-13T01:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:53:53.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFIZdNjON8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3tF4-peaJ1M/s1600-h/wdw_friday_13_021407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFIZdNjON8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3tF4-peaJ1M/s320/wdw_friday_13_021407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211255708465379266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say or hear someone saying about Friday the 13th, one thing immediately comes to mind, bad luck. Both Friday and the number 13 have been considered unlucky. Friday, being the day when Jesus Christ was crucified and 13, the number of people in the Last Supper of Jesus Christ. Thus Friday the 13th is considered bad luck in a lot of countries around the world such as Austria, Germany, Estonia, Finland, The Netherlands, Belgium, Republic of Ireland, Poland, Bulgaria, Denmark, Iceland, Sweden, Norway, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Slovenia, Hungary, Philippines, and in most English, French, and Portuguese-speaking countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paraskavedekatriaphobia&lt;/em&gt; is the fear of Friday the 13th. It derived from Greek words, Paraskevi and dekatreis, meaning Friday and thirteen respectively. While phobia means fear. Friday the 13th is a very widespread superstition. In tall buildings, the 13th floor is ommitted. In a dinner, 13 people seating by the table must be avoided because it is said that the first person who leaves the table will die within a year. It is also common among us not to travel on Friday the 13th because chances are there will be mishap or accidents. In contrast, my trip to the US last year was of all days, Friday the 13th! It was during a peak season and that day was the only day available for us to book. It was quite a journey for me since I was not only traveling to another city but I was actually traveling to another country. Moreover, the fact that it was Friday the 13th, I couldn't help but be afraid. However, prayer is still the best practice, not only when we travel but in everything that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-6380097694428414984?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6380097694428414984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=6380097694428414984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6380097694428414984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6380097694428414984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th_13.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFIZdNjON8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3tF4-peaJ1M/s72-c/wdw_friday_13_021407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-8801122954771065165</id><published>2008-06-11T17:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:12:39.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Holidays'/><title type='text'>110th Philippine Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFCaytZG9EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1uUygzOdR2Y/s1600-h/_43052435_philipinoflag%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFCaytZG9EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1uUygzOdR2Y/s320/_43052435_philipinoflag%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210834964836709442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 12th of June, Independence Day is celebrated in the Philippines and anywhere in the world where there are Filipino communities. The declaration of the Philippine Independence was on June 12, 1898 which was proclaimed by General Emilio Aguinaldo after he and his forces fought and defeated the Spaniards who colonized the Philippines for a century. The highlights of the event were the display of the Philippine flag and the playing of the Philippine National Anthem. The said ceremony was held in the balcony of the General's residence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Philippines, every town and city celebrates Philippine Independence Day with programs which include parade and cultural shows. In our city, there will be a gathering in the city's park. Every program starts with prayer and the raising of the Philippine flag accompanied by the singing of the Philippine National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFCbCMo4OhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oyl9a2BUBAk/s1600-h/DSC_00312689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFCbCMo4OhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oyl9a2BUBAk/s320/DSC_00312689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835230922390034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino communities around the world celebrates this day. In the Northeast USA, particularly in New York, they held the annual parade and cultural show featuring Filipino celebrities last Sunday. The parade featured colorful and meaningful floats with beautiful ladies as part of the event's beauty pageant. They also had a street fair displaying Filipino foods and things that are Philippine made. On the other hand, in the west coast, Filipinos celebrated Independence Day in San Francisco Civic Center. The event is called "Fiesta Filipina". Filipino foods and merchandise were also showcased. There was also an entertainment show with Filipino celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Europe, particularly in Holland, celebrated this year's Philippine Independence Day full of arts and music. This is showcasing the artworks and music by Filipino artists. The event was held at the De Duif Church in Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the 110th year of the Philippine Independence. Every year of celebration commemorates all the men and women who died fighting for our Independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the Middle East, the Filipino communities celebrated with week-long activities commencing with tree-planting. There's also the Ambassador's Cup by the Abu Dhabi Bowling Club of which the proceeds goes to the Philippine Labour Office and to the Bantay Bata 163, which is the emergency hotline for abused kids in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-8801122954771065165?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8801122954771065165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=8801122954771065165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8801122954771065165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8801122954771065165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/philippine-independence.html' title='110th Philippine Independence'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SFCaytZG9EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1uUygzOdR2Y/s72-c/_43052435_philipinoflag%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-2219577197433877975</id><published>2008-06-10T15:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:50:42.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Debut Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SE8MilTsl9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PwGb0w-GHlc/s1600-h/8eccab4e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SE8MilTsl9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PwGb0w-GHlc/s320/8eccab4e6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210397082160764882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debut(among other meanings), refer to an event where a debutante(who is the celebrant) is introduced to the society as an adult. The event can be a ball dance. In the Philippines, it is an awaited moment for young women to turn 18. It's in this age that they'll be celebrating their debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A debut is held in a hotel's ballroom or any restaurant. It's a big party with foods and drinks and most especially the cake which is one of the highlights. Another highlght would be showing a video or compiled pictures of the debutante that are arranged in chronological order. The guests include the families, relatives, and friends who are all dressed properly for the debut especially the young ladies and guys who are part of the 18 Roses Dance and 18 Candles. The 18 Roses Dance is a part of the event wherein the debutante dances the traditional waltz(or any dance that the debutante decides on) with 18 men each one offering a fresh-cut rose to the debutante. The first dance of the debutante would be with her father. Then there's the 18 Candles Presentation wherein 18 ladies light candles which signifies guidance to the debutante as she enters maturity and adulthood. Upon presenting the candles, each lady expresses her wishes to the debutante. At the end of the program, the debutante makes a speech and expresses her gratitudes to her parents and families who made the arrangements of the debut and for their significance in her life as well as to her friends who gets to share the important event with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-2219577197433877975?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/2219577197433877975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=2219577197433877975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/2219577197433877975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/2219577197433877975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/debut-tradition.html' title='Debut Tradition'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SE8MilTsl9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PwGb0w-GHlc/s72-c/8eccab4e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-8730149172282635849</id><published>2008-06-07T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:19:52.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine News'/><title type='text'>A Farewell</title><content type='html'>Rudy "Daboy" Fernandez, a very respected and famous actor in the Philippines passed away last Saturday, June 7, 2008. He was battling with periampullary cancer for 2 years. A periampullary cancer is the enlargement of the ducts from the liver and the pancreas. Both he and his wife, Lorna Tolentino who's also a very famous Filipina actress, came to the US for some treatments. During his last days and hours, families and close friends were there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born on March 3, 1952 to a film director and medical practitioner father and a mother who came from a famous showbiz clan. He started some films in 1960's but was really discovered in the early 1970's. He was a very good action star that he's garnered Best Actor awards. He was known as the Prince of Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his last days, he requested that when he dies, his wake should be in The Heritage Park in Taguig City, Philippines. His wake is also open to the public so not only his family and friends can view him for the last time but most especially his fans who are all falling in line to get a glimpse of their action hero. His interment will be on June 12, which happens to be the Philippine Independence Day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-8730149172282635849?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8730149172282635849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=8730149172282635849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8730149172282635849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8730149172282635849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/farewell.html' title='A Farewell'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-5900983561100885875</id><published>2008-06-06T00:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T04:42:32.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>No, my topic is not about the famous restaurant. I will be talking about the famous line "Thank God it's Friday!". A lot of us look forward to this day because it's a day to end the whole week of work (not that we don't have to work at home!), the day to finally let out a sigh of relief after all the hard work and the stress we have at work. This is the day when there are plenty of people who go to restaurants, movies, malls, and most especially bars. For people who are working days, Friday night is the perfect night to go out and stay late. It's the time to sleep in the next day. My hubby always ask me, "Is it Friday yet?", then I would reply him with either "Almost..." or "Of course it's Friday yet!", I would answer him with "almost" even if it's still Monday or any day but Friday so that he'll feel good (he knows that of course). Then I would answer him with "Of course it's Friday yet!"(with the word &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; in it just to copy the last word of his question), also to make him feel good. This has been a light joke for us giving a big significance on the day Friday which means getting closer to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday derived from the Anglo-Saxon word &lt;em&gt;frigedaeg&lt;/em&gt;, which is a combination of two words, being a goddess &lt;em&gt;Fria&lt;/em&gt; in old German and &lt;em&gt;daeg&lt;/em&gt; which means &lt;em&gt;day&lt;/em&gt; in old English. For the Muslims, Friday is the Sabbath day and it's the equivalent to Sunday for Christians going to church and worshipping. Moreover, it's a day in memory of Christ's death, hence a day of fasting and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-5900983561100885875?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5900983561100885875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=5900983561100885875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5900983561100885875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5900983561100885875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-7192643403314455963</id><published>2008-06-05T01:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:19:42.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious things'/><title type='text'>Our 3-in-1 present</title><content type='html'>I talked to my cousin yesterday and she asked if I received any package, then I said none so far and asked her if she sent me a car or something, she said it's a package from President Bush!lol Half an hour later, I saw the UPS truck pulling in our driveway, then I got excited! By the way, I always do when I receive packages, even if it's just a letter. It was a long box and I was getting curious of what could it be. I was not really sure if it was what my cousin was talking about because there was no name outside the box. Then I opened it and it was from her. It's actually 3 dozens of roses and a vase. I was surprised because it's a lot of flowers! The message on the card said a belated happy birthday to my hubby, a belated mother's day to me (as if I'm a mom already! I guess our yorkie counts? lol), then an advance anniversary to both of us. Hence, it's actually a 3-in-1 present!lol I then called my husband about it and we both thought how sweet of my cousin to send us such a lovely gift. I already displayed it on our dining table. There's just nothing as beautiful as fresh flowers! It just brings wonderful scent to the room. hhhhmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-7192643403314455963?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7192643403314455963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=7192643403314455963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7192643403314455963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7192643403314455963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-3-in-1-present.html' title='Our 3-in-1 present'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-702015826815111590</id><published>2008-06-04T01:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:52:37.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Society'/><title type='text'>Making a History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEYlUlrYgpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R1-i9MdQw-w/s1600-h/Obama01small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEYlUlrYgpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R1-i9MdQw-w/s320/Obama01small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207891054742241938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Senator Barack Obama won enough delegates to become the first African-American major party presidential nominee. It was a big battle for the spot between him and Senator Hillary Clinton, who could have made a history as well supposing she won, she would have been the first female presidential nominee of the major party. Senator Obama became the first black president that the Harvard Law Review had and as senator, he was the fifth black in the US history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the turning points that evening, Senator Clinton did not exit the political race saying that, “This has been a long campaign, and I will be making no decision tonight,” which added excitement to the cheering crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator Obama had a rally at the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul Minnesota, where he announced, "Tonight, I can stand before you and say that I will be the Democratic nominee for president of the United States.". The 46-year old senator will be one of the youngest presidents in the US if elected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-702015826815111590?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/702015826815111590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=702015826815111590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/702015826815111590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/702015826815111590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/making-history_04.html' title='Making a History'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEYlUlrYgpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R1-i9MdQw-w/s72-c/Obama01small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-7935874187100575446</id><published>2008-06-03T01:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:08:35.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Society'/><title type='text'>YSL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEWyQVrYgoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6BHngZ4mUqE/s1600-h/ysl+coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEWyQVrYgoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6BHngZ4mUqE/s400/ysl+coll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207764537890603650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous fashion icon has departed late Sunday. He is Yves Henri Donat Matthieu Saint Laurent or simply Yves Saint Laurent. He died of brain tumor at the age of 71 in his Paris home and will be buried on Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born in Algeria and arrived in Paris in the early 50's with a portfolio of sketches that he submitted to the famous Vogue magazine. His collection of works were inspired by the artists Picasso and Andy Warhol. His long-time partner have spoken highly of him saying that he was the first to put women in men's clothes such as pants and the first to hire black models. Some of the designs that symbolized him were Safari, Le Smoking, Belle de Jour, the see-through clothes, and ethnic. He used to describe his fashion style as empowering women. He represented the style of modern working women. Aside from clothes, he also had collections of perfumes and accessories such as bags and sunglasses. In the year 2002, he stepped down and retired from the fashion world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SES52VrYgiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AzOvlaY_y7s/s1600-h/39543304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SES52VrYgiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AzOvlaY_y7s/s320/39543304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207491412330316322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SES8tlrYgjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iQ1y1dl8up4/s1600-h/yslfall2007mp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SES8tlrYgjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iQ1y1dl8up4/s320/yslfall2007mp9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207494560541344306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Laurent once said he felt "fashion was not only supposed to make women beautiful, but to reassure them, to give them confidence, to allow them to come to terms with themselves." May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-7935874187100575446?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7935874187100575446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=7935874187100575446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7935874187100575446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7935874187100575446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/ysl_03.html' title='YSL'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEWyQVrYgoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6BHngZ4mUqE/s72-c/ysl+coll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-1592696940592913056</id><published>2008-06-02T16:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:53:47.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Society'/><title type='text'>Pyrolympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SESlcFrYghI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NL8Boo6gZ_4/s1600-h/pyro+olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SESlcFrYghI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NL8Boo6gZ_4/s320/pyro+olympics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207468971126194706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008 World Pyro Olympics ended in May 31st. The last day of event is called the Fellowship of Fire Display. It is the largest international fireworks competition in the world. The final day also included the awarding of the competition's winner, the exhibition fellowship fireworks show, and the final pyro musical, which is a display of fireworks with the synchronization of music. This year is the 3rd World Pyro Olympics which opened last May 3. The said event was held every Saturday of May at the Esplanade Area of the SM Mall of Asia, the largest mall in the Philippines and the third largest in Asia. The principal sponsors of the big event were SM Mall of Asia and Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants of this year's competition were Australia, Canada, China, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, Korea, and Venezuela. They compete in their artistry and technical expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event brings benefits to the Philippines especially in the economic aspect. Since it started, the number of spectators grows bigger and bigger. The crowd does not only include Filipinos but tourists and foreigners, having a chance for them to have a glimpse of the Philippines. The success of the 1st world competition gave way to an annual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close the event, the La Mancha Pyro Productions showed their own display of expertise as exhibitor. They are the pioneer and industry leader for displays in the Philippines. La Mancha is also the organizer of the World Pyro Olympics. The country or team that won in this big annual event is Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-1592696940592913056?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1592696940592913056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=1592696940592913056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/1592696940592913056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/1592696940592913056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/2008-world-pyro-olympics-ended-in-may.html' title='Pyrolympics'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SESlcFrYghI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NL8Boo6gZ_4/s72-c/pyro+olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-2172133340511298513</id><published>2008-06-01T00:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:11:06.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Flores de Mayo - Santacruzan</title><content type='html'>Every May in the Philippines, there is a festival being held called the "Flores de Mayo". It is a Catholic event in honor of Virgin Mary. "Flores de Mayo" is a Spanish phrase, for which "Flores" derived from flowers and "Mayo" means May, coming up with Flowers of May. It is a festival introduced by the Spaniards during their long reign in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this month, children would go to the church carrying flowers and baskets of petals which are offered to Virgin Mary. When I was a kid, my mom would let me have a vacation in our hometown. I regularly attended Flores de Mayo and after the offerings and prayers, we were gathered around in a circle and sit on the grass just outside the church. Then there were activities such as singing and dancing and before it was over, bags of cookies were distributed to each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEI0ABkjX9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Io5WAhfZt20/s1600-h/smaller-reina-flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEI0ABkjX9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Io5WAhfZt20/s320/smaller-reina-flores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206781294220107730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole month of activities, Flores de Mayo is always highlighted with the Santacruzan which is a procession to honor the finding of the Holy Cross by Reyna Helena (or Queen Helena), which was the cross where Jesus Christ was nailed. The said Queen is the mother of the Roman Emperor Constantine the Great. Girls and young ladies are chosen to be a part of the procession. They all have different names of queens, each one carrying an item that signifies them. I for one had the role of Queen Sheba, the queen who once visited King Solomon and was overwhelmed by his power, wisdom and riches. Queen Sheba carried a jewelry box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the procession, there are culminating activities. The presentation of the queens and their escorts, their dance, and some intermissions. Flores de Mayo and Santacruzan has long been practised by Filipinos, it is one event that's full of color, beauty, elegance, and most of all, it is honoring the Great Mother, Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-2172133340511298513?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/2172133340511298513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=2172133340511298513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/2172133340511298513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/2172133340511298513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/06/flores-de-mayo-santacruzan.html' title='Flores de Mayo - Santacruzan'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEI0ABkjX9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Io5WAhfZt20/s72-c/smaller-reina-flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-9002256007400790096</id><published>2008-05-31T01:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:32:11.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Pamalaye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEB2qRkjX6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/IDyxHcp6s3A/s1600-h/lsidebottom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEB2qRkjX6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/IDyxHcp6s3A/s320/lsidebottom.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206291637883592610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sent me text messages today telling me that he's on his way to the town of his girlfriend. He's about to ask her parents for her hand, as what we call it. In the Philippines, the tradition of asking the girl's parent's permission to get married, still exist. In the northern part of the Philippines, it is known as "Pamamanhikan". In the city where I came from, we call it "Pamalaye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a man's way of showing his respect and true intentions as well as the couple's manifestation of respect to both of their families. It shows Filipino's value for family, as what is taught in school that the number 1 unit in society is family. The family of the bride ask for assurance that their daughter will be well taken cared for. The guy is usually accompanied with his own folks and family. It is a way of saying that their son wants to marry the daughter of the other famiy involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my cousin's case, since his immediate family lives far away, our uncle is the one representing instead. In this event, the guy and his family would bring foods and other goods enough for his and her family to partake. It is also in this event that the wedding arrangements are discussed, as to when the wedding date would be, the venue of the ceremony and the reception, the cost,  the estimated number of guests and entourage, among other things that pertain to the wedding. This is usually the official meeting of both families. After such event, making the necessary arrangements would start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-9002256007400790096?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/9002256007400790096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=9002256007400790096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/9002256007400790096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/9002256007400790096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/pamalaye_31.html' title='Pamalaye'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEB2qRkjX6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/IDyxHcp6s3A/s72-c/lsidebottom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-7013196835737833680</id><published>2008-05-30T00:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T03:25:22.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SD-5gBkjX5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Kkr8yNnq72Y/s1600-h/pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SD-5gBkjX5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Kkr8yNnq72Y/s320/pic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206083654092283794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Philippines, it's usually enrollment period every last week of May. Classes start on the first or second week of June. Yes, just when the school ends in the US, it's about to start in the Philippines. In the malls and bookstores, parents rush to buy bags, notebooks, books, and other school supplies for their children. If you want to go through the counters without any hassles, it's always preferable to go shopping as early as April to avoid the long lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, parents work harder and find all means for their children to enroll. Education in the Philippines is so important that even the less fortunate ones strive hard just so their kids can finish school and have a degree. For the parents, education is the only legacy that they can leave their children with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the long lines in bookstores and malls for school supplies, there are also lines involved in the enrollment itself. When I was in college, I applied as a student assistant, which includes the early enrollment privilege. When the regular enrollment started, all I did was help in the process and assist fellow students. Just before the school starts, there's the orientation day especially to the freshmen. I miss those days when I was still a student however, I don't think I miss the homeworks!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-7013196835737833680?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7013196835737833680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=7013196835737833680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7013196835737833680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7013196835737833680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SD-5gBkjX5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Kkr8yNnq72Y/s72-c/pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-8952313397093606860</id><published>2008-05-29T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:31:15.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Society'/><title type='text'>No Excuse</title><content type='html'>While surfing the net, I read a news article about a man suing an airline for ruining their family vacation. Their destination is overseas and they were stranded for hours in their first stop for which they were not allowed to board their connecting flight, which is an unexcuse gesture from the employees of the said airline. After days of being stranded, they were not able to see their luggages. He decided to change airlines and finally they arrived to their destination but it was three days later than what they planned. Upon arriving, he spent most of his time chasing the airline company because they haven't seen their luggage which they finally claimed after almost a week have passed. To make matters worse, they were forced to spend thousands of bucks for hotel rooms, clothes, and other costs! With this, they were continued to be rudely treated which is yet another unexcused actions by the employees. In this situation, the employees concerned should be apologetic the least. One of the important factors that affect airline business are its customers because without them, they will cease to exist. Providing good customer service should be one common goal that all employees should implement to gain positive feedbacks, therefore attracting good business and satisfied customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-8952313397093606860?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8952313397093606860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=8952313397093606860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8952313397093606860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8952313397093606860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-excuse_29.html' title='No Excuse'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-7886697190164176251</id><published>2008-05-28T00:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:15:50.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and TV shows'/><title type='text'>Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47d1f29eb6daf867/483cf852b2e57b23/47e4593e01f9591a/ec266096/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Indiana Jones is now showing in a lot of theaters worldwide. It is currently earning an estimate of $311 million in global box office sales. After 19 years, the phenomenal director Steven Spielberg and some of the cast led by Harrison Ford worked together again for a sequel of the Indiana Jones which as reported, took almost $200 million to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Indiana Jones which was shown in 1981 was called the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Three years after, it was followed by the Temple of Doom. The Last Crusade appeared in 1989 and currently, which is the fourth one, is called the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. The first three Indiana Jones set were in 1930's while the latest one is set in 1957.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Disneyland, one of the attractions was the Indiana Jones Epic Stunt Spectacular. It is a show of stunts with complete props and casts playing. We watched the Indy Jones last night and we all agreed that it's a very good movie. Of course, with Harrison Ford and Steven Spielberg, I don't think you can go wrong. It is so full of adventures, actions and occasional humor. Cate Blanchett also did a good job in playing the Russian villain. The plot revolved around the crystal skull. With the recent standing in the box office, it is expected to earn more from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-7886697190164176251?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7886697190164176251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=7886697190164176251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7886697190164176251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7886697190164176251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones_28.html' title='Indiana Jones'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-6854425873243288942</id><published>2008-05-27T17:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:20:38.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Videoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDys_BkjX4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/EJ7iB-ZYfDE/s1600-h/ktv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDys_BkjX4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/EJ7iB-ZYfDE/s320/ktv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205225468086935426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videoke is a very popular form of entertainment in the Philippines. An entertainment in which amateur singers or just anybody who wants to try singing, sing along with recorded music using a microphone. On video, the voice of the original singers are removed or muted and the lyrics are displayed with corresponding moving cursors and changing text colors so that one can easily follow the song. These serve as a guide to successfully deliver the song. It can be in a plain TV with an attached player or it can also be a videoke machine wherein you press the corresponding buttons to enter the number of your song and then play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become so famous that wherever you go, you'll find videoke bars. In my city, my co-workers and I usually go to a videoke bar on our rest days. The bar has more than 5 rooms in different sizes. Each is an airconditioned room that contains the TV set with 2 microphones, couches and table. The rooms are intended for small to large groups of people. Drinks and appetizers are also served. In the Philippines, appetizers or "pulutan" goes well with beer and similar beverage. The rates are hourly so you can sing all you want as long as you're ready to put down the microphone when your time is up!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scenario in the Philippines for a videoke is simply in the homes of Filipinos where families gather together for an occasion. I should say that I also have fun and enjoyable memories singing on videoke with my family. One will also find videoke in some malls as part of the recreation area. Videoke is not only to those who have the golden voice, but it is for everybody who just want to enjoy each treasured moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-6854425873243288942?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6854425873243288942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=6854425873243288942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6854425873243288942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6854425873243288942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/videoke.html' title='Videoke'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDys_BkjX4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/EJ7iB-ZYfDE/s72-c/ktv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-4936861480477021564</id><published>2008-05-26T08:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:22:52.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Holidays'/><title type='text'>A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDrOGxkjX2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/p9w9u0RSw2k/s1600-h/MemorialDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDrOGxkjX2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/p9w9u0RSw2k/s320/MemorialDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204698935161216866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Memorial Day in the US, a Federal Holiday observed every last Monday of May. It is formerly known as the Decoration Day. It is a day commemorating all brave men and women who fought for this country and died. People visit cemeteries and memorials to show respect. Aside from commemorating those who were in military service, it is also a day to remember our deceased loved ones who may not necessarily be in the service. On the other hand, it is unofficially the start of the summer season. Some major activities are also linked with the Memorial Day such as the Indianapolis 500, a race car event in Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we visited my husband's grandparents' and other relatives' grave. My father in-law was there in the entrance to the cemetery sitting by a table because he's part of the committee that collects donations for the maintenance of the cemetery. Later today, we're also planning to visit my mother in-law's grave. She died 5 years ago at the age of 70. She's remembered as my husband's mom as well as a woman in service because she used to be in the Air Force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In towns or cities, a memorial ceremony is being held in some churches or memorial parks. Some groups of people also place American flags on each grave of the servicemen. For some, this is a day to be with families and have picnics and just enjoying the holiday. Today is a day to remember, treasure and honor the memories of the brave men and women in military and to the loved ones who have bade farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-4936861480477021564?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4936861480477021564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=4936861480477021564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/4936861480477021564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/4936861480477021564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day to Remember'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDrOGxkjX2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/p9w9u0RSw2k/s72-c/MemorialDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-6096172251639004845</id><published>2008-05-24T00:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:18:23.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and TV shows'/><title type='text'>Oldies but Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDfKlxkjX1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FX-xgftUHIM/s1600-h/andygriffithshowcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDfKlxkjX1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FX-xgftUHIM/s320/andygriffithshowcast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203850644760518482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got here, one of the things that my husband introduced me was a TV sitcom called The Andy Griffith Show. It didn't catch my interest at all because for one thing, it's a black and white show! I was never fond of the non-colored shows because for me they're old and they just didn't catch my attention. My husband however, told me that once I am familiar with the characters in the show, then in time I will learn to like it. Since the airing of the show is during lunchtime, we had more time to watch it. After some time, I finally got acquainted with the characters then before I knew it, I was watching it more and more and now, I simply love the show!lol We watch it everyday and make sure that we have our lunch ready as much as possible on the time it starts. My husband knows that I am getting addictive to the show that one of the presents that I got from him on Christmas were DVD's of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time we ate out in a diner and it was showing on the TV which made our dinner more enjoyable. Then some families entered and immediately recognized the show, only then I realized how popular the show is. It had eight very successful first-run seasons in the 1960's. The first five seasons were filmed in black and white and the last three were in color. We find it ironic because I actually like the older seasons considering I never did like black and white shows! The Andy Griffith Show was so successful that it still has reruns airing after 40 years. I just love all the characters as each one of them delivers their roles so well and so naturally that the end result is a very gratifying show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-6096172251639004845?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6096172251639004845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=6096172251639004845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6096172251639004845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6096172251639004845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/oldies-but-goodies.html' title='Oldies but Goodies'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDfKlxkjX1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FX-xgftUHIM/s72-c/andygriffithshowcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-8733422729407871230</id><published>2008-05-21T23:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:17:44.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDer4hkjX0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/21-Wf95TkY8/s1600-h/100_4021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDer4hkjX0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/21-Wf95TkY8/s320/100_4021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203816882022604610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for the US, I had my best job ever. I loved it so much that I even enjoyed the training days. It was in a call center in my city that caters to clients all around the globe most especially the US. It's an outbound call center that gives the customers satisfaction with the products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my batch from training, there were 13 of us and we were all deployed which was amazing because not all batch had a 100% deployment. The trainers even called us the lucky 13. Each one of us had different personalities but still worked harmoniously with each other. Since we were new, we all had our breaks together because the introduction of the company's policies and such were done in classroom settings so officially we did not start with our job yet. During breaks, we would just stay outside the building and crack jokes and tell stories or go to the mall which was adjacent to the call center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months, we were deployed as regulars which was of course always a good thing with all the benefits that comes with it, not to mention the increase of our salary!lol We were then separated and distributed to different teams. Some of us were on the same teams. As part of the company's motivation system, teams are encouraged to have team buildings once in a while. It's up to the team to decide where they want to have it and what they want to do. For our team, we went to the beaches and islands. Even just going to a disco or karaoke bar was a lot of fun. Not only did we have fun in our outings but in our work as well because we interact with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiences and memories I had while working there were priceless because aside from the job being great, it has a lot to do with the people we work with and the whole environment that we work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-8733422729407871230?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8733422729407871230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=8733422729407871230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8733422729407871230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8733422729407871230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDer4hkjX0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/21-Wf95TkY8/s72-c/100_4021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-6273074493050660644</id><published>2008-05-21T03:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:21:57.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News and Society'/><title type='text'>The Signs of Times?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDPtJQL8JjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gDBQAgShoqQ/s1600-h/image4094265g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDPtJQL8JjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gDBQAgShoqQ/s320/image4094265g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202762737762706994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world at present is so full of big happenings. Most of which are happenings not so pleasant and worthy to even remember. The recent being the tragic 7.9 magnitude earthquake that hit China and killed thousands of people. As an aftermath, in one refugee center alone, there are about 20,000 people who are so to say "lucky" enough to be there where there's food and medical services served. We hate to think how all the rest of the affected people not in centers, are coping up. The death toll continues to rise and it's around 40,000 now. Another equally tragic that happened in a neighboring country, Myanmar, was a deadly cyclone that was reported to have 12 feet high waves and there was just nowhere to run and hide. The latest death toll is estimated at 200,000. Plus there's a million who are in urgent need of assistance. It is a very sad and terrible news that shock the whole world. I am more concerned myself because both of these countries are close to my own native country, the Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDPtcQL8JkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bXQYU6FiSqM/s1600-h/OB-BL686_myanma_20080516042019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDPtcQL8JkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bXQYU6FiSqM/s320/OB-BL686_myanma_20080516042019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202763064180221506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the natural calamities that happened around us, there's also the continuing rise of gas prices all over the world. It is devastating because it affects almost everything there is, the foods, the clothing which we all know that they are part of the basic needs of men in order to survive. My family in the Philippines are telling me that very same thing is also happening there. In fact, I watched the Philippine news last night and the jeepney and bus fares are expected to increase today. On the other hand, here in US, all people are affected by this especially that all people has their own vehicles that you just can't postpone buying gas. It's terrible! I remember when I came here last year in spring, the gas prices were still around 2.98 per gallon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't help but think are all these signs of times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-6273074493050660644?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6273074493050660644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=6273074493050660644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6273074493050660644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6273074493050660644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/signs-of-times.html' title='The Signs of Times?'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDPtJQL8JjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gDBQAgShoqQ/s72-c/image4094265g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-174612001568159868</id><published>2008-05-19T15:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:17:44.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Babuns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDH7rwL8JgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wMCp5fjdGiI/s1600-h/compiled+pics+of+babunz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDH7rwL8JgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wMCp5fjdGiI/s320/compiled+pics+of+babunz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202215773677561346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra ordinary friendship-sisterhood between four women. Although sometimes have similar attitudes, most of the time are distinctly different. Four women who have gone through thick and thin. Almost a decade of friendship but felt like it's been a lifetime. These four women, which by the way includes me, have and will always stay connected eventhough new chapters and circumstances in life separate us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in our junior year in college. We had the same classes. Erica and I became friends because I found out that she's from my Mom's hometown. She then introduced me to Jean who wasn't too crazy about me at first because she thought I'm a snob!lol After she finally knew me, we met Jeanny and the four of us just clicked and before we knew it, we hang out more and became closer. After a while, we decided to call our group as "Babuns". It all began when Erica and I were in our Math class. It was starting to get boring so Erica found a writing on the wall which said "Baboon ka!" which means "You're a baboon", in English. She found it funny so she pointed it to me as if the writing was directed to me! From then on, it became a joke between the four of us so we decided to call our friendship, Babuns (we just changed the spelling to be unique). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us are close to our own families that whenever there's a party or occasion of one, all four of us are present. Having said that, each one's family know all of us and has become like a member of each family, if that makes sense! Time passed by and Erica got married and went back to the province. Then Jean went to another country for a job. That left Jeanny and I in our beloved city. We tried to see each other as much as our work would allow us. Although last year, I had to leave to get married and be with my husband. So at present, we're all far away from each other but still manage to keep in touch as much as possible. We all know that distance and time can never separate us forever. The Babuns spirit always stays in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-174612001568159868?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/174612001568159868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=174612001568159868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/174612001568159868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/174612001568159868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/babunz.html' title='Babuns'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SDH7rwL8JgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wMCp5fjdGiI/s72-c/compiled+pics+of+babunz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-7682234577652666769</id><published>2008-05-16T21:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:19:13.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><title type='text'>A Tribute to my Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC6fQAL8JbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qbytJ2s5GBU/s1600-h/Mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC6fQAL8JbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qbytJ2s5GBU/s200/Mama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201269716936304050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write about my mother as a tribute to her for Mother's Day. She passed away in the year 2004. Although she and my father broke up when I was still a kid, she did her best to provide for me. Being an only child, it was her and me against the world, per say. She was so loving and at the same time a disciplinarian. I remember when I had an accident, while laying on my hospital bed, I woke up to find her crying and praying beside me. At the course of time, she needed a companion in life in which at first I couldn't seem to understand. My attitude towards my stepfather was not bad but was not that good either. But still, since my mother loved him, I respected that. I practically grew up with him and with my step siblings. As I was a bit bitter with my mother, hence I often stayed with our relatives. I knew then that she was hurting because for her whatever happens, she wanted for me to be with her as much as possible At the same time, I witnessed how my stepfather saved my mom several times when she had to be taken to the hospital. And for that I am and always will be grateful to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my senior year in high school, I was sponsored to join a club in our school and my sponsor which was my friend, secretly asked my mom to write a letter for me as a part of the retreat. While reading her letter, I just could not stop from crying. In fact, I have it with me until now that whenever I read it, it always does have the same effect as reading it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's happiness was getting together with our families and relatives. She was always the first one to organize and see to it that everybody could attend. I remember my cousin telling me during my mother's wake that the very thing that he won't forget about my mom is that because of her, he knew more cousins and relatives. For us, that is my mother's legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her last few hours, she had an attack that she couldn't talk clearly anymore and all she mumbled about was my name. At the hospital, she was in a coma state and hearing the doctor saying that her life is only up to days or maybe even hours, was so devastating. It literally felt like my heart was being pounded and broken to pieces. I cried until it hurt my head. It was probably my worst cry ever. To make matters worst, she was burning hot with fever while her oxygen was crank up to the highest level of its calibration. It hurt so much seeing her in that condition that I wished I was in that position instead. Few hours passed, my Aunts talked me into talking to my mom not to worry about me because we all thought that's just what was holding her up. At first I would refuse because she can't leave me because she promised she would never do that. In the last moments, I was starting to accept that she'll be gone and I would rather have her rest than seeing her in such condition. So I talked to her telling her not to worry about me, that I'll be fine. I even joked that I will marry a foreigner, just to break the ice of the moment(which turned out odd as I look at it right now because I really am married to one!lol). Lastly, I told her to just rest then I saw a tear rolled down her cheek and after a minute, she let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-7682234577652666769?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7682234577652666769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=7682234577652666769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7682234577652666769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/7682234577652666769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/tribute-to-mother.html' title='A Tribute to my Mama'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC6fQAL8JbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qbytJ2s5GBU/s72-c/Mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-5359061634484995647</id><published>2008-05-15T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:17:44.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Acquaintance</title><content type='html'>When my husband and I did our usual grocery shopping a month ago, I was eyeing a woman that looked like a Filipina who in return was looking at me as well. Then when I was picking up apples, she was also there and we had the chance to talk and exchange information. I asked her where she's from and she said from the Philippines and so I gladly said that I am too. I asked her in what part of the said country, her reply just made us both surprised because come to find out, we came from the same hometown! It's just a tenth of a million probability to bump into somebody in a big country such as the US and to actually find out that you both came from the same country as far as the Philippines. Before our acquaintance in the mall, she also met another Filipina in the same mall and actually established friendship eversince. In our recent trip, I also happen to met quite a few Filipinos. The southern states just have more percentage of Filipinos (among other nationalities) because of the warmer climate which really felt like I was just in the Philippines. Here in our area, I learned that there's only 0.1% or 95 Filipinos according to the Indiana Census.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-5359061634484995647?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5359061634484995647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=5359061634484995647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5359061634484995647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5359061634484995647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/acquaintance.html' title='Acquaintance'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-1202997789669897003</id><published>2008-05-15T11:35:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:23:39.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Vacations'/><title type='text'>The Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC4QIQL8JYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XN0BphMEvHI/s1600-h/DSCF2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC4QIQL8JYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XN0BphMEvHI/s400/DSCF2366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112353629545858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from our Florida vacation. It was fun and tiring at the same time, but still, it was fun!lol It was my first visit to the Sunshine State. My husband has been there before but that was twenty years ago so our recent visit is still considered as his first time. But before all that, there was our departure day, we found a delay in our flight which we can't have because it would mean missing our connecting flight. After trying to make arrangements with a representative, we turned out to be in a flight which was three-hour earlier than our original flight! With that being said, we had to get ready in half an hour. We literally stormed out of the house. Our poor puppy was so confused that she didn't know what was going on. To make it worse for her, we had to leave her in that condition until my father in-law picks her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC9RbQL8JfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HLcb_pIwVjY/s1600-h/DSCF2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC9RbQL8JfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HLcb_pIwVjY/s320/DSCF2156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201465623279576562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after we arrived in our destination, we met with some friends and had a fabulous dinner in a great Japanese restaurant, served in a habachi table. Our first official day was spent in The Universal Orlando Resort. It was awesome! We enjoyed some rides and it was a full day which was also the most tiring day of our week-long stay. The next days were spent on more theme and water parks. In the middle of the week, we headed to the beach to unwind and sure did just by looking at the very wonderful sight of the sun setting along the horizon of the Gulf of Mexico. The water was surprisingly warm as well and enjoyed swimming and simply dipping in it.  The next agenda to our trip was the Disneyworld. I should mention that I was like a kid in a candy store!lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so at home in Florida because the weather is similar to my own country then I saw plants and flowers that we also have in the Philippines. Over-all, our vacation was a blast. We enjoyed it so much that we're ready to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-1202997789669897003?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1202997789669897003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=1202997789669897003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/1202997789669897003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/1202997789669897003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation.html' title='The Vacation'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SC4QIQL8JYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XN0BphMEvHI/s72-c/DSCF2366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-832536133758093978</id><published>2008-05-14T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:17:44.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships and Relationships'/><title type='text'>Interracial Marriage</title><content type='html'>Marriage is one big step in a couple's life. However, interracial marriage is a bigger step with more adjustments involve in it. For instance, years ago, it was not accepted by the society especially here in the US that a law barring whites from marrying non-whites existed. However, it has become common nowadays that you see more of the mixed-race union almost everywhere you look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also know about the computer age that has vastly become popular. With this comes the birth of online dating. In fact, we're one of those who ventured in such way of meeting someone. After some time of corresponding online with my mate then, he decided to meet me and my family in person by going to my country. After actually spending time with each other, we decided to move forward with our relationship by processing papers for me to be with him. Waiting patiently for almost a year, I finally was able to join him here. With that, we decided to get married. Marrying somebody who comes from a completely different race is a very huge move. There are the different cultures, traditions, and simply, ways of doing things. Not to mention the exchange of dishes! Lucky enough, we both can take each other's foods! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, some essential things are to compromise and have an open communication. These don't apply only to the interracial marriage but to every marriage for it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-832536133758093978?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/832536133758093978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=832536133758093978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/832536133758093978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/832536133758093978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/interracial-marriage.html' title='Interracial Marriage'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-5567690318710576638</id><published>2008-05-13T21:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:19:13.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Families'/><title type='text'>Close Family Ties</title><content type='html'>Filipinos are known to have a very close family ties. This is one of the values influenced during the Spanish regime in the Philippines. This is manifested in most Filipino household, if not all. Usually, it's a full household, including the married children and their own families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concrete example of close family ties is my own family. Travels and vacations are always a thing to look forward to. When my mother was still around, her joy is for the family to get together even without a special occassion because the affair itself is special enough. She was the one who organize for a get together. Then we would just hang out together for lunch until supper, everybody just having a good time. About twice or three times a year, she would also organize for all of us to go to our hometown. The travel in itself was an event since we would just rent a jeepney or two so the five-hour drives were always fun, each one has stories or jokes to tell. When we were all together, it's like nobody's an elder because nephews and nieces tease uncles and aunts. In our hometown, it's like a reunion always, more aunts, more uncles, more cousins, more fun. Each meal is always a big meal prepared and shared by everybody. We would go to the river and have a picnic. Even going to the cemetery to visit our loved ones was fun because there's always someone who cracks jokes. Sounds weird? Well, that's my family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can always count on his family. If a family member is in trouble, it's an instinct of a Filipino to do the best he can to be able to help even if it's beyond his means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-5567690318710576638?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5567690318710576638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=5567690318710576638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5567690318710576638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5567690318710576638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/close-family-ties.html' title='Close Family Ties'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-8765048719236607640</id><published>2008-05-01T22:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:20:38.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine Cultures and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Pinoy Hospitality</title><content type='html'>It is one of the common traits of being a Filipino. It is a trait that every Filipino is proud of, wherever he goes. It is making guests feel welcome. Even in the humblest house, one can expect to be treated like they're just at home. I remember my husband observed the same thing when he visited me in the Philippines a couple of years ago. He appreciated so much how he was welcomed by my family. When he had dinner with us at home, my folks were busy cooking and preparing for our guest. My Aunt even set up the table beautifully with an equally beautiful tablecloth reserved for guests. He told his folks here that he was treated like a royalty and even told me that we didn't have to do that since it's just him, he's no actor! Well, I told him that it's what Filipinos are, hospitable. Same goes with my friend when her husband visited her. In households, stuffs such as good or brand new sheets, blankets, towels or even a good set of houseware like china, are stored and kept in cabinets for guests to use. Hospitality in the Philippines goes to the extent of offering their own bedrooms to guests even if it means that they have to sleep in another bedroom or in the living room, for that matter, which is common to Filipinos. Being friendly and making guests feel at home is an honor to a Filipino. Showing up unexpected in a house, you'll find yourself served with snacks, the least because if you're showing up during meals, expect to be invited to join and the family would even cook more or even buy more foods outside, in small stores which are known as "sari-sari" store, meaning a variety. Hospitality is one trait that has been passed down from one generation to another and for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-8765048719236607640?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8765048719236607640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=8765048719236607640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8765048719236607640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/8765048719236607640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/05/pinoy-hospitality.html' title='Pinoy Hospitality'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-5016188288863920510</id><published>2008-04-30T23:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:26:28.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippine towns and cities'/><title type='text'>The City of Golden Friendship</title><content type='html'>My native hometown, Cagayan de Oro City is known to be the City of Golden Friendship. Its history dates back even before the Spaniards came. It's one of the fastest growing cities in the Philippines. There's a lot to do in this city, among them is white-water rafting which is becoming famous not only to locals but also to foreigners visiting the city. Among other highlights of the said city is the Eco-Tourism Village where you can find a variety of animals in their natural habitats and also a park with a hotel that's over-looking the city and the Macajalar Bay. For golf enthusiasts, there's a world-class golf and country club which is located minutes from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBlQhzGxueI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vg1TKvuxqTQ/s1600-h/cdo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBlQhzGxueI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vg1TKvuxqTQ/s400/cdo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195272186733115874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically grew up in this city. It has low crime rate and "Kagay-anons" (as what the people of Cagayan de Oro is called) are approachable and friendly that's why I am proud of it. Some years ago, Night Cafe was started in town. This is an event every Friday to Saturday evening until dawn. One will find foods mostly barbeque and drinks in stalls spread out on three blocks. You'll also find live band for those who like listening to music. I remember my mother used to love sitting in the park and just listen to the band playing. After a few years, Night Market was added in which everything imaginable is spread out in another three blocks. This is the place where you'll see different kinds of people from all walks in life. What amazes me is seeing people with their whole family eating together and just being together having fun. Most often, you'll also find the city mayor roaming around the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBlRITGxufI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V_PtZ5MzKRE/s1600-h/cdo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBlRITGxufI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V_PtZ5MzKRE/s400/cdo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195272848158079474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tourist spot has been inaugurated, the MacArthur Memorial Marker located in the Macabalan Wharf. The said event was also attended by the US Ambassador to the Philippines. This will be one place that I'm sure to visit next time I go home to my beloved hometown that I miss so dearly.&lt;a href="http://cagayandeoro.gov.ph/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-5016188288863920510?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5016188288863920510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=5016188288863920510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5016188288863920510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/5016188288863920510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/04/city-of-golden-friendship.html' title='The City of Golden Friendship'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBlQhzGxueI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vg1TKvuxqTQ/s72-c/cdo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-6325638720161294193</id><published>2008-04-30T21:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:24:23.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBkuRDGxucI/AAAAAAAAACY/vIVtUnIeNAY/s1600-h/DSCF0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBkuRDGxucI/AAAAAAAAACY/vIVtUnIeNAY/s400/DSCF0912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195234515574962626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man's best friend", a common saying that anybody who hears it can only think of one thing, dogs. They are indeed our best friend. There are a lot of stories or news about dogs saving the lives of their owner. They are good company especially when you're alone at home, you can always count on them to be there for you. To cite a concrete example, our yorkie has been here for more than a decade. Way before I even knew my husband, Chelsea (our dog) has been there with him. Then I arrived here, I can say that without her, I would definitely feel lonesome and more homesick. Of course every dog requires training or house-breaking after they first arrive in your home. They need to be taught how to not pee or do their "thing" inside our house and on the expensive carpet!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember before when I wasn't here yet, my cousin has a dog and she cared for it so much but not to the extent of how I see dogs being taken cared of here. In short, this is the first time that I really take care of one, preparing her foods and feeding her, walking with her when the weather is nice, and just simply play and baby her. A couple of months ago, I was doing exercise at home and she found me on the floor and I saw in her eyes and gestures that she was worried about what's happening to me because she nudged her nose on me and trying for me to get up. This alone is a gesture that they do care for us as much as we do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-6325638720161294193?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://blajef.bezoogle.com/pp/dog-training/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6325638720161294193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=6325638720161294193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6325638720161294193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6325638720161294193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/04/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBkuRDGxucI/AAAAAAAAACY/vIVtUnIeNAY/s72-c/DSCF0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-4573408733308174381</id><published>2008-04-30T19:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:15:50.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and TV shows'/><title type='text'>Who could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBkk8TGxuaI/AAAAAAAAACI/uEnKECU5SAc/s1600-h/vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBkk8TGxuaI/AAAAAAAAACI/uEnKECU5SAc/s320/vogue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195224263488027042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching a modeling show on television. All of the remaining would-be models are all pretty and of course sexy! After all that's the most important factor to be a model, right? To be sexy! However, is that really the most essential factor? In every tests that they have undergone, they're also judged by their over-all personality. So having a good personality would really make you stand out among others. Moreover, in every challenge, learning to follow instructions should be starting trait because one's not going anywhere if she don't follow what the judges have instructed. I like watching the show because eventhough I am not into high fashion myself, I still admire all the girls, the photoshoots and all the glamour that goes with it. It's a show that stirs up anxiousness especially when there's few girls left and a lot has been eliminated already. It keeps you wondering who could really stand out and show to the judges as well as to everyone that she is in fact worthy for the coveted title that a lot has wanted to be. It keeps you wondering "Who could it be?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-4573408733308174381?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4573408733308174381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=4573408733308174381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/4573408733308174381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/4573408733308174381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-could-it-be.html' title='Who could it be?'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBkk8TGxuaI/AAAAAAAAACI/uEnKECU5SAc/s72-c/vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2619843230045246027.post-6392068965786469834</id><published>2008-04-29T01:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:23:39.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips and Vacations'/><title type='text'>A well-deserved vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBklRTGxubI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j7o1RoAjCb0/s1600-h/aa_beach_and_sea_57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBklRTGxubI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j7o1RoAjCb0/s400/aa_beach_and_sea_57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195224624265279922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more nights to go and my husband and I are off to the Sunshine State! I am excited since this will be the 7th state that I have been to, being new to Uncle Sam's country, I have been counting my visits. Since we got married, this is our first time to have a whole week vacation. All this time, my husband has worked so hard to make ends meet. On weekends, which are his rest days, you'll find him working around the house so if he's not holding a tool in his hand, he's on the computer paying bills. Having said that, the only way that he can have a real rest is to get out of the house and go somewhere. We all deserve a vacation sometimes. Like the old saying, "All work and no play makes Jack dull" (I think that's how it goes!) Anyways, the point of the matter is that our body needs to rest sometimes because the last thing that we want is for it to retire on us. Furthermore, coming from the Midwest, a visit to any state in a coastal area, just watching the sun rise or as it set in the horizon, and walking along the beach, feeling the sand in your bare feet, hearing the splashing of the waves as it meet the shore, would really prove so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" onclick="addthis_url   = location.href; addthis_title = document.title; return addthis_click(this);"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="Bookmark and Share" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-share.gif" height="16"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub = 'darcher30';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://s9.addthis.com/js/widget.php?v=10" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2619843230045246027-6392068965786469834?l=heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/feeds/6392068965786469834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2619843230045246027&amp;postID=6392068965786469834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6392068965786469834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2619843230045246027/posts/default/6392068965786469834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartswhispersonme.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-deserved-vacation.html' title='A well-deserved vacation'/><author><name>kagay-anon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07872051677293249885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SEnD_FoGK1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/P7ZkU48NNVM/S220/vem-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_031zbWTgob4/SBklRTGxubI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j7o1RoAjCb0/s72-c/aa_beach_and_sea_57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
