<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-14398701</id><updated>2024-08-29T04:01:18.313-07:00</updated><category term="Daily Journal"/><category term="Summer Bar-B-Que"/><title type='text'>BICOL EXPRESS</title><subtitle type='html'>We are always fascinated by life&#39;s immanent power. There is always magic everyday the sun shines. However, we are too busy noticing those. We are so preoccupied on how to make a living that we fail to recognize what makes life. Fortunately we are blessed to have Zachary, Xandrei and recently Ylize (10.26.12). They showed us the philosophy of diapers, the power of similac, the intricacies of wipes and the uselessness of the pacifier.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-562571584582854751</id><published>2023-06-16T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2023-06-16T22:18:04.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICTED TO BAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Couch is not the place for an older person like me to watch tv. It only takes a matter of minutes before I sleep. That was what happened to me last night. It was incredible that I woke up to watch the credit of the movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not being able to go back to sleep, I prepared the baking stuff for the day (after I cleaned the kitchen). Not long after I was done, my alarm went off. What is left to do but to change my clothes for the next baking day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter how I told myself that I needed to be organized and get time for myself to do something. It always end up me being exited to bake. It feels like whenever I have nothing else to do, I have to bake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good thing about today is that my torta seems to be getting better and looks more perfect ready to be sold to the Asian community.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, lets call it a night, or morning, but as always, the stuff needed for baking today is up and ready.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lights out: 12.06, July 17 2023&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/562571584582854751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/562571584582854751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/562571584582854751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/562571584582854751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2023/06/addicted-to-bake.html' title='ADDICTED TO BAKE'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-4561984730263763063</id><published>2021-03-07T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2021-03-07T02:12:59.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glance and Hindsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s been almost a year since the pandemic came. Who will not remember COVID-19? This month marks the anniversary when the world stopped living and when people crept into their living rooms and retreat into their darker selves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year was also a test on how government respond to pandemic. I would say, 98% failed. It was notably the government run by women showed the world how pandemic can be survived. Kudos to New Zealand and&amp;nbsp; Taiwan for showing the world how it should be combat COVID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vaccine: I had my first shot (moderna) but I am still extra careful. Nevertheless, out of bad habit, I always fell into carelessness (the one when you touch your face even before you &quot;hand-sanitized&quot;. Jaz and mama had theirs, the kids don&#39;t have it yet (unavailable)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bread: A blessing and a commitment. Who would predict that we will be so immersed in the dough business. We are blessed, yes, but we are also committed. We have taken to supply 6 stores along the Greater Houston area (including Baytown) with our Filipino bread/s (ube pandesal, pan de coco, spanish bread, ube ensaymada, cheesy ensaymada and our favorite and pioneer of all our breads, the special pandesal).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kids:&amp;nbsp; Zach is now in his sophomore years at HSPVA (https://www.houstonisd.org/hspva), Xandrei was just accepted at De Bakey High School and Ylize is in her 2nd Grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom transferred to DeBakey Hospital for more than a year already. She&#39;s been loving it. I guess, this was her best work so far, but more so, she&#39;s the driving force of our bread business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chicken? Well, from 12, we now only have 4. Two weeks ago, a pack of dogs broke our fence and came in wreaking havoc to our chicken. Two were mutilated and killed while one was badly wounded. Out of the 3 dogs, we were able to capture one and sent it via the county animal control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Health: It was a good news to find out my last AIC is 6.8, a rare and seldom occurrence. As I was scrolling my past lab results, it was scary that at one point, I got as high as 7.9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Future? Well, I moved from fulltime to part time at St. Helen. Next year, instead of teaching Religion and Reading, I asked that I be&amp;nbsp; given only the reading load. Thanks to our ever-understanding Dr. Coleman. I couldn&#39;t thank her enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blogging? Pray that I may have the fire to write regularly, if not daily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/4561984730263763063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/4561984730263763063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4561984730263763063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4561984730263763063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2021/03/been-almost-year-since-pandemic-came.html' title='Glance and Hindsight'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-670061791452647975</id><published>2019-06-28T21:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T21:38:11.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KURA NOT ANYMORE</title><content type='html'>I loved going to a Japanese restaurant. This is my simple craving. But I know Japanese restaurants tend to be more expensive. Nevertheless, I don&#39;t mind it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight was not different After much prodding from Xandrei, I gave in and brought the family to Kura Revolving Sushi although my guts told me to detour to Cho-Cho.&lt;br /&gt;
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True enough, I have no appetite when we get to Kura. The sushi don&#39;t appeal yummy. Most sushi appear dry and the servings were simply too stingy&amp;nbsp; But what else should I do, we were there already? And I have to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was not an enjoyable evening for me tonight. My cravings was not satisfied. After today, I doubt if I am coming back to Kura. I will eat sushi and pay cheap, I would stick to Cho-choo.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. First time to resume driving in Houston. It was a decent drive (4) punctuated with a wrong last rider.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 Mowed the lawn today. My realization is I can&#39;t do much anymore compared to when I was sill young and adventurous&lt;br /&gt;
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Health:&lt;br /&gt;
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Got my A1C today. It remained at 7.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/670061791452647975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/670061791452647975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/670061791452647975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/670061791452647975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2019/06/kura-not-anymore.html' title='KURA NOT ANYMORE'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-5914960534770506973</id><published>2018-06-17T20:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T21:16:46.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father&#39;s Day 2018</title><content type='html'>Another day remembering how important or not we are in the family. As I was reflecting on how I am as a father to my 3 kids, I chanced upon to reflect also how I was as a son to my dad. Last year, I went home and celebrated, for the first time, Father&#39;s Day with Pang. It was different and awkward. We were not really the kind of family who talks things about our feelings nor emotions. We know who we are based on our normal selves.&amp;nbsp; And we get by. One of the reasons why I went home was to see how he was doing. Thanks that today, based on Facebook photos, he looks healthy, always smiling and goes around the town Same thing with my mom. They seemed enjoying their lives in spite of the fact that Cyril just got his kidney transplant last March and Biyo&#39;s little trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a dad, I know I have a lot of misgiving to my boys. If the traditional dad of the paleolithic age train their kids to hunt, I flunk in that department. Their skills may not be at par to the kids at their age whose dad lined up the task they need to accomplish. But I am trying. I know at times I am hard on them, especially to Xandrei, who seemed to exhibit a stubborn ego. Zach&#39;s interest in art more than in math was troubling to me at the beginning, but as a teacher who appreciates and preaches diversity of skills I&amp;nbsp; learned to live with it. Ylize&#39;s artistic and dramatic demeanor always brighten my day. Being an only girl in the family and sweet to her dad is a plus. She would always have a one liner or catchy phrase that keeps me wonder what else does she have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Father&#39;s Day then to me is just being their to/with my kids, letting them be kids and enjoy their simple joy and conquest. I am looking forward to next years reminder how good or bad was I dispensing the power of being a DAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Had a great lunch today at &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.yiayiamarys.com/&quot;&gt;https://www.yiayiamarys.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;For sure we will come back.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s almost the second week of Advent. We are getting ready for the Midterm Exam. Kids are antsy but responsible. Today we had our gift of time. But unlike before, mine was a short 2 hour Gift of Time.&lt;br /&gt;
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The weather is cold. Some news forecasts snow on Friday. Well, its been a while since we had a snow in Houston. We can definitely welcome one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have started going to the gym, as promised to my doctor that I am going to get serious with my health and exercise. It is a struggle to drive especially if it is cold outside, but once I am there, I felt encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a big sad news to us ex-sems. Bonz, as we call him, passed away unexpectedly. Cardiac arrest. So young, and so early.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is ironic for us because ever since Bonz decided to ignore us long time ago, his death brought back together most of our classmates, even the once that Bonz did not like or had a falling out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ylize continue to fascinate me. She is smart but with a little behavioral problem. She holds the record of having 2 consecutive yellow for being loud and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Great is God&#39;s mercy. His love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/2572895724164349741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/2572895724164349741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/2572895724164349741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/2572895724164349741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-701887618151821900</id><published>2016-11-04T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-11-04T18:44:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 November 16 - All Saints Week</title><content type='html'>Amidst the noise of the election, we have Ylize who remains to be sweet and smart (at least from the perspective of a dad).&amp;nbsp; This morning, she woke up without a fuzz. I think its because she slept early and was well fed.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is fascinating about her today was her calmness and &quot;seriousness&quot; when it comes to school matters. &lt;br /&gt;
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The boys are ok today. Zach, who always struggle to be consistent with his grades came clean today when he said, &quot;we all have a low grade&quot; in Science. I need to do a good job of monitoring his study habits. Thirty minutes a day per subject could be a good strategy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Xandrei on the other hand, though excels in his classes, seemed not contented. He is our over achiever kid. A good trait, I supposed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mom works today, she is moving to a new unit, still at St. Luke&#39;s. I hope this change will not tire her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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We voted yesterday. Jaz obviously was a democrat. Me? Can&#39;t tell you. I voted for a candidate, who, even if he/she will not win, yet I know will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have Quiz Bowl tomorrow. Yes I have to give up my Saturday. Even if I would like to rest because last Saturday was a killer. I guess, I don&#39;t have any choice. I have to help&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey, I can&#39;t believe it. I am blogging again? I hope it will last &lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;
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The plan to leave at 3 was moved to 4 then 4:30. I needed to make sure the house is safe, the insecticide is sprayed and the chicken has feeds. Off we &amp;nbsp;went. After 40 minutes of driving the tire light came of. Dismissing it as &quot;normal&quot; for Sienna, we drove for more than 30 minutes more until I finally relented to my conscience to have the tire air check at Bucess!&lt;br /&gt;
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Defuniak was our first stop over. We were surprised to see a gift from the staff &amp;nbsp;for our &quot;anniversary.&quot; Unknown to me, they told my wife that my comment in their website showed that we are celebrating our anniversary. I don&#39;t remember making any mention of the anniversary. Nevertheless, how can you refuse a bottle of wine from the local winery, a set of goblets, candies and a note. To return the favor of their great hospitality, aside from paying $168.00, I have to give them a good review in Yelp and in their site (which I have not done as of this writing). The only downside was the gas. It costs us $2.35 per gallon which to our dismay was way too high when we found a $1.91 per gallon 4 miles from DeFuniak Springs. &lt;br /&gt;
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Why DeFuniak Springs ? Because it is the closest city of Seaside. Ms. Cordes mentioned to me how beautiful is its beach, how quaint is its town center and how unique is the city. Hence, we chose Defuniak. True to her word, the beach park is indeed captivating. The sand is white, powdery and comparable to Boracay (except that it is cleaner). I let my feet play with the sand and enjoy the respite it brought me. Definitely I will be coming back here, I told myself. Who will not? That was the first time for me to see and feel the inviting calmness of a beach. So pristine and untouched. I promised myself not to go back to Galveston and Surfside anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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The town by night was enchanting. Although parking is hard to find and speed is below ten (because of the people crossing and biking) it did not take us long to find a spot...and a place to dine. There are food trucks to choose from ranging from the usual american staple to the exotic concoction. We played safe and picked St. Louis style barbeque. It did not disappoint us. The spices and sauce were just about perfect. &amp;nbsp;Even Ylize stamped her approval.&lt;br /&gt;
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We strolled around, took some pictures, ventured into their local post office, &quot;sampled&quot; their gelato. &amp;nbsp;We went home filled and full. Defuniak is definitely a future destination next summer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/4610436237103449093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/4610436237103449093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4610436237103449093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4610436237103449093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2016/07/florida-2016-defuniak-spring.html' title='FLORIDA 2016 (DeFuniak Spring)'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidydHK8s6xepXDCff5anQynafdLweyD8TO8Z0_-UOy1Fb-g3Jl327PGjnjazo6xz-UORi24TaBkSDuaIdEZMDUwtPeNOr5Aw8TUlXy2xvvRV8Ebdu2tH3kYp66gGh890Czm2RPzA/s72-c/AlexIphone+2016+060.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-7870838191529067747</id><published>2016-01-26T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-26T17:49:34.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD GRADES = GOOD LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It’s not easy being a father. And more so being a Filipino father. Yesterday, 
or should I say last Sunday, was a typical example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hoping that Zach was aware of his church attire, we went to church for his 
altar serving. But when he put on his cassock, I found out that what he was 
wearing was inappropriate. I was furiously mad. To me that was a waste of time 
and gas. We came to church for nothing. The situation aggravated the following 
day when we found out that he got a C in Math and an F in Social Studies. The 
afternoon was not easy for him when he got home. Jaz and I simply confronted him 
and reminded him of his responsibility and “job” as a student. To which he was 
in denial and combative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It is frustrating sometimes because you are expecting that everything is fine 
and yet you are blindsided with bad news. Much as you would like to be calm and 
reasonable, yet sometimes emotion, I mean bad emotion, takes over. You will only 
regret afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Today though was different. After a heart to heart talk and pleading, it 
seemed Zach realized that we are serious about his studies. I think I was able 
to say that “if before we are OK with B, now we want you to get all A’s.” 
Reflecting about this scenario, I guess it is better to set the bar of 
expectation to the highest level than by just asking for B’s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To me academics are still the priorities. Games, clubs and piano are for kids 
skills development. At the end of the day, good grades, great school and stable 
job are the ones that can lead him to a good life. A life far from what we have 
gone through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;





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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Good grades equals good life. Nothing can beat that.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/7870838191529067747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/7870838191529067747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/7870838191529067747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/7870838191529067747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2016/01/good-grades-good-life.html' title='GOOD GRADES = GOOD LIFE!'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-6877295642042256634</id><published>2015-01-12T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2015-01-12T19:13:15.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Sense, Simple Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even if I wake up early in the morning, I am always running late when I get to school. I usually blame the kids, especially Zach, when we are late (so lame) but I know for a fact that it’s me who is to be blame. I am the last minute guy. I find pleasure when I am pressured. I thrive at the last minute. I get a lot of ideas and deep reflection when I am running late. It benefits me when I am preparing for my class. I get to be more creative and my lessons become more&amp;#160; interesting when I am in the neck of time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, preparing for the school is a different case. You that I love to cook breakfast, filipino breakfast. I don’t like pancakes, nor waffles. I like sunny side up eggs, corned beef, spam, bacon or ham. To me that is a hearty and comfy breakfast. When I am doing this, my tardiness problem comes in. Instead of spending time to prepare for the school, I spend more time making breakfast and enjoying it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Xandrei might have noticed it. Perhaps, he is already tired of running late. Tonight he told me, “Dad, is it ok to suggest to you?” Yes, I told him, give me your suggestion?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, can you iron your clothes tonight so as tomorrow we’ll not be late. A wake up call? Certainly it is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Commons sense with Simple&amp;#160; Solution.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/6877295642042256634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/6877295642042256634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/6877295642042256634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/6877295642042256634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2015/01/common-sense-simple-solution.html' title='Common Sense, Simple Solution'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-1435676201146135727</id><published>2015-01-08T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2015-01-08T20:56:37.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My day is just about to end. From 4 A.M this morning up to 11 tonight, it seemed work is never done. From school to house chores, you simply couldn’t skip. My last task today was to help Zach with his Science Fair. His was way above his grade. But I guess, he needs to grow up faster to be more responsible and take those assignments seriously. I hope what we did (borrowing tons of books, writing the research question, doing research and finalizing the bibliography) was right. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ylize takes away all our stress. She simply is so sweet. Her signature “Hi Daddy” rejuvenates your tired and weary body. She starts to like Barbie this week. I hope this is just a fad and she will eventually outgrow in two weeks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom, as always, is working. This is her 4th night. I wonder where does she get the energy. We really need to look at our expenses. I believe that no matter how much money you have if you do not know how to manage your resources, everything is not enough. We should be better I managing our finances.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its Friday tomorrow, a day before our much anticipated weeklong break.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its frigid today here. Temperature is down at 30 plus the wind chill. I am so looking now for the Spring. I’m tired of this winter. But I guess, it will be a month more before we could see the best weather.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/1435676201146135727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/1435676201146135727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/1435676201146135727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/1435676201146135727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2015/01/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-6007747312630242776</id><published>2014-12-02T20:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-12-02T20:15:54.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHA-CHING</title><content type='html'>I was out of school today to attend a conference on behavioral and classroom management. This conference proved me wrong about so many things. I thought it was one of those boring and long ones. Admittedly it was long, but surprisingly, it was not boring. Mr. Mark made it very interesting and relevant when he made use of personal experiences as a husband, father, teacher and administrator when he was elucidating and making a point.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At the end of the day, these&amp;nbsp;are some of the take away words; Cha-Ching, making appointment, deposit, withdrawal, safe environment,&amp;nbsp;plan, relationships and procedures, procedures, procedures. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was wrong also about the notion that if you missed or messed up your classroom management at the beginning of the school, you will mess the whole school year. Most participants agree on the notion that you can always re-teach&amp;nbsp;every time you feel and observed that classroom management is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also enjoyed the company of some&amp;nbsp;teachers from other ISD. I thought I will not interact well or not sit with me. It turned out I was quite blessed to have three ladies from Alief ISD sharing their experiences with me.&amp;nbsp; There was one generous lady whom I thought to be a teacher but in fact was unassuming principal who give me some other tips as to how to be effectively draw participation from the class and not just focus on some students who are not participating.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the conference was not only for teachers or applicable for teachers, but I think I can use some of the strategies and concept to build relationship with my wife. I should know her level of love&amp;nbsp; so as I can make an appropriate deposit to our/her emotional account. &lt;br /&gt;
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YLIZE: Today she said the word THANK YOU. It was such an amazing word to hear. &lt;br /&gt;
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We pray for those who are afflicted with AIDS both those who were directly affected and their families. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cha-Ching!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/6007747312630242776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/6007747312630242776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/6007747312630242776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/6007747312630242776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2014/12/cha-ching.html' title='CHA-CHING'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-7839862900220525345</id><published>2014-11-06T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-11-06T20:22:16.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy-Icy Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We woke up to a windy-icy Texas this morning. Is this the beginning of the cold Fall? I may not exhibit utmost likeness of the weather here but this is better than the 110 scalding summer. How would you not like curling extra 20 minutes in bed and consciously oblivious of time. Welcome Fall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ylize has become a charlatan a couple of days after her birthday. She picks up words and play from her brothers faster. Whenever she wants attention, she would just call you and gestures a childish mannerism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She is a far cry from her older brothers if we are speaking about attitude. What can we ask for. &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/7839862900220525345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/7839862900220525345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/7839862900220525345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/7839862900220525345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2014/11/windy-icy-texas.html' title='Windy-Icy Texas'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-4287860065989821284</id><published>2014-07-20T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-20T21:25:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken and Pato, Ganso, Itik…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Right before dinner, we were treated again by Ylize’s spontaneity when she said, “chikn”. It was her first. Throughout this afternoon, all she did was play with her brothers. She is becoming bossy. At times she would &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnHFltKSKHIdLOaFqVrN3TI8AjHQmF_qZekAjBHytUR8QRAOqeqwIjhXklC2WHpzHh2VkC9bYAw7xN-7c-MV0lVMeVLvgbv9_Gp6vx8WmQPtdBxZVKmjw6o2DCb5uL9wRDxCy-w/s1600-h/WP_20140710_005%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;WP_20140710_005&quot; style=&quot;border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;WP_20140710_005&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf6bQnV9R-UTdMsauNdRCOLru920bgqczjQwZxLNNyvhK9S6yHUqOTchg8jl7Kgb1Wk9PJeDIyEKe4KG6rdCeILhmR7Vmthel0RpM_qI17OS06Y_OoL3uoMiZ_Fm2AxU7KBN8MA/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; height=&quot;139&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;impose her likes (Let it go, of course). A couple of times yesterday, she pulled my shirt and leading me to the direction of the kitchen. She just wanted ‘nana” (banana”).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also, at the dinner table, while winding down, she grabbed my hand and said “pa” while imitating our game “pato, ganso, itik, rikiti-kitik. She remembered our game. We played for a couple of times until I got wearied. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait for her tomorrow’s surprise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was not much that I was able to do today. Right after lunch, I laid down our comforter in the TV room hoping for Zach and Coco to take a nap while watching TV. That was a futile strategy for them, but not for me and Ylize. Zach and Coco were able to finish the movie “The Bullet Proof Monk”. From then on I got lazy. Except for baking pandesal and going to Church’s for our dinner chicken, all I did was to stay on bed watching tv.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom is working today, her second night. Coco and Zach, as usual, are sleeping in our room while I am contemplating on what to do with the rest of my summer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My plans, most of them, did not materialized. Readings were not done, my certification review is halfway through and may classes preparation is nowhere in sight. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The silver lining in today’s dark cloud? I have started my online course with Dayton University.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboGqwayo6MNdcJKOgthnTkj67vR59IJFoap9xMTaiTwgkS5xQDde652r9f6_d8rlKokhOMb34khTOtWdzgtdsV7qCwLT3W4lPOe-VMKHokmWAg8ELjt77GhMhnphkaSp_w54Tmg/s1600-h/WP_20140710_006%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;WP_20140710_006&quot; style=&quot;border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;WP_20140710_006&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilaaMzCjNOOirzPHOUWDCGG5WL9Hxs8pV09gnNa5rt8GhVhTd6HgDNHOggbfQf4OHbhNj4V1NKdPiuoAQMsXfAFO6KTRUmhOkF56KT8kfX651kVktrfP8KNKKo3GYOFghyphenhyphenXOYTRw/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; height=&quot;139&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/4287860065989821284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/4287860065989821284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4287860065989821284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4287860065989821284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2014/07/chicken-and-pato-ganso-itik.html' title='Chicken and Pato, Ganso, Itik…'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf6bQnV9R-UTdMsauNdRCOLru920bgqczjQwZxLNNyvhK9S6yHUqOTchg8jl7Kgb1Wk9PJeDIyEKe4KG6rdCeILhmR7Vmthel0RpM_qI17OS06Y_OoL3uoMiZ_Fm2AxU7KBN8MA/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-537830782021553904</id><published>2014-05-13T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T21:00:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddie Celebrates Mother’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its Xandrei’s turn to bring Freddie home. A good way for Xandrei to celebrate Mom’s Day. It’s seven days before our summer break and I hope we’ll have a nice vacation this year. Funds are low, but not our hopes. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4f0dCEEYfULRGTNADW2zn83CgYgZzHEYD6pWbMd5ns1KEfg6W21z-ApQ-B-8SrgmFdU43W5fe-65SYZzzSbav0N_qQ3E_EWCRZv8rYTLnY6K-WhhtiK2BBhZgR7szUU2e94JapQ/s1600-h/DSC_5965%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;DSC_5965&quot; style=&quot;border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;DSC_5965&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJvOohg1gbmJeydbUtsbHUa_IhtFobxwdndlY-NC2rnCN42JOlG5-_4r258Uy9pRiugZQcWYF2ol5UfQy4Q1B0FuvBz8P9XNWP1Dd0DJ0HOzAj0bGYzeCnEzYcHXKdzbvUZ8xGQ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;164&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/537830782021553904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/537830782021553904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/537830782021553904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/537830782021553904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2014/05/freddie-celebrates-mothers-day.html' title='Freddie Celebrates Mother’s Day'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJvOohg1gbmJeydbUtsbHUa_IhtFobxwdndlY-NC2rnCN42JOlG5-_4r258Uy9pRiugZQcWYF2ol5UfQy4Q1B0FuvBz8P9XNWP1Dd0DJ0HOzAj0bGYzeCnEzYcHXKdzbvUZ8xGQ/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-125745444289202962</id><published>2014-05-12T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-12T21:18:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;There is no question that Ylize is fast growing. She fascinates us everyday. In the afternoon, when we come home from school, she is always right there, running screaming, “Dadaaa”, “Cocoo”. The funny thing is, she both call Zach and Xandrei “Coco”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unlike her brothers, Ylize never show crankiness. She would cry only if she is about to sleep, can’t sleep and if feels hungry.&amp;#160; I hope she never change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This afternoon, thanks to Xandrei, we spent a couple of minutes outside playing “kick ball”. Ylize was there, playing and laughing with us. I love this girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It’s finals at St. Helen. Made my Final Exams except the 8th Grader’s Religion. I am ready for summer`.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/125745444289202962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/125745444289202962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/125745444289202962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/125745444289202962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2014/05/mosaic-of-life.html' title='Mosaic of Life'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-6141697345624231217</id><published>2013-12-29T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-29T20:42:36.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Looking back, the last two years seemed to be the busiest for me. Forcing myself to&amp;#160; take classes from St. Thomas was tough, but I know that was the only way for me to find security here. Last year’s experience was an eye opener that you can’t be complacent, nor contented. I am pretty proud of myself. After so many tries in Adamson, ASI and Perpetual Help College, I was able to break the curse; that I can finish what I have started. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course, I am not yet done. The state certification hangs over my head. A hurdle that needs to be met head on. But we are getting there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I heard my classmates proceeding to LPC, there’ s this envy deep inside me. I feel I can do it and want to do it. What is 4 classes compared to what we have gone through. Plus, the more you take classes, the more it gets easy. Yet, I know I have to stop, probably for a year. I can get there, if I want to. But it seemed, Zach and Coco grow so fast that I need a lot of catching up. I also need to give Jaz a break. She deserves it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For unknown reason, I am looking forward for the coming Spring. I am ready to plant and pet our first chicken. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s reboot.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/6141697345624231217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/6141697345624231217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/6141697345624231217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/6141697345624231217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2013/12/reboot.html' title='Reboot'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-5819930946296355460</id><published>2013-03-18T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-18T20:35:48.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2013</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just enjoying our short break with Mom trying to find new ways to have fun without costing much. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8mpeNgWxAEZGfQS0Jf7J3c8aaF0lBKFZhgeTxZF48bU2Z29NNm9YcOrwvA_pfNHb2ubIhXPwYx-S6Abs1hN2gRaRaAP-28D-mBjlIx-mKHz4vr531awN9nUAGbs8kCsvg5TP-Q/s1600-h/DSC_1767%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;DSC_1767&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;DSC_1767&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXwXvEBHMmiKNPXg4Hi9yuAq-F-evszCKLf9-PsjshV5ywQK0VpXOwdRHw4sOdVm4saK9DE4uKe9WKGcpuYsZAGeLlOZOurykT8wm4x2As-g9p3lsY-hc52HeyQNH0bFg-b2F8Q/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; height=&quot;164&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;At Blue Bell Creamery, Brenham, TX.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmLSl73QG59MbhFaqJTOe0ACW0wjwWhRkRpyKwoLhvgjQfV8B4mI_jtV81b7DaqRkTQgQGeQz8_xoa04BkYSDgshyphenhyphen8rqYzR074xheb68kZO8e5nkEp3zUtKY6chWRtcIKC8XFAQ/s1600-h/DSC_1812%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;DSC_1812&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;DSC_1812&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXoLhLMFw6jlNE1DcIMPRj7BKBailuaHxwv4Yw9x0cecFbHs0bmTR99x_C4t_vfVnW2CMNTh8A-5nyBRfq9xY2qYa6VQ_Gksh1JDtXDEkCEt3VgYhoRR6M_6oEjd42oqq3sSTrg/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;164&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;At George H.W. Bush Library and Museum, College Station, TX&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2NtcOYoAnDBmKugm9frQsVOZQAswUFB9d8UPLhSUaog4VUG3Pgn1qLaaNdWnDLs1TVFUBeTVDgRWmfFCu122H69nEfuNlx46N50oVEM7_czsXa8Bta1KNvQMcoMkSFUlgwswoA/s1600-h/DSC_1841%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;DSC_1841&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;DSC_1841&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjNv7JoNmD2ZiNkqTKHMFX-3fGmeRVVuJ8GCouE11QfnsPBEKgwm8jI95UuTrnfHTPSCaMXR15nIdpb_qsfFQCswB-jL78O3OFf43WQk9r8AL-IK1cGnHe7PUssY1IpTR8wsJTHg/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; height=&quot;164&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Picking Strawberries at Blessington Farm&lt;/p&gt; 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At George H. Bush Library and Museum&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:LEFT&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/2468740916591061498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/2468740916591061498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/2468740916591061498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/2468740916591061498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2013/03/spring-break-2013.html' title='Spring Break 2013'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rw9gEPVubEnk9w7lv5fWG2hbKKQHB8tEJM4ZLhAhJwdomqNo3r-STNiuG5cxupe3HkL4cI2YkhwtSBd8VubmiZK6e8tqxA8shtGxMeOpWHi81UXAdoHwioC-rc0xFnvWKrODEg/s72-c/DSC_1811.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-5751086203851371372</id><published>2013-01-19T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-19T19:56:21.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbv5QpTenfCVwqMy32LVUy1sPZkllloR_8HlXetE832tKe2m9DtZefBFwXNmGYjcwYmDO79bcNFT9dx5Aw3Ns9dpAC2Bs8Ds7Xtyi19rirEhqDekOXvXnnIoIx5MND53K5ABLrA/s1600-h/IMG_0209%25255B5%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0209&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;IMG_0209&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e-rZJrlvf7qfGrBRSbPDzTm6zGzOTwNEvBFjMHmc_ofIEfuLG82XZIb3uA7IZJTi-6Q4O0PknvZ7il0V2AxJ_CqqWBEiAVDzk8qVmGhFYnLxOrrvuWd6kFqWeuTSU7W9hZagwA/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;93&quot; height=&quot;71&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEglr5Yx1ConAC3Vel3At22pRRqQrMeMOHrcbEZTZC3ARZVCW_YLhnew6m_TzAXM_wYJpBM3aUdNq3Cl8CfykFffjwr0jeoTNVJI9NO7Pfnryl-kgUXjVjPBpZi987PZVGCShVNA/s1600-h/IMG_0212%25255B6%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0212&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;IMG_0212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_DgThqb_st7ducoxKs_JzZFFchbzlTbSx_MRJIbgqG6oiMbikjVxtMVuzjFfOMOS1NfIFjkhKCvVW5iGBYJUlTFlS0FXa5MA0lOKJ32JJQ5UA-ZkgNxRcIcbh2-0pW5lLVU27A/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;73&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his was borne out of disdain from electronic games that beginning to encroach our privacy to enjoy each other’s company. Much to our surprise, Coco and Zach loved what we are doing. From apples to apples to Lego games pirate plank to now dominoes. I hope this can be sustained so as we can enjoy playing together. Too bad, Mom is not here. Hopefully, we can do this again on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ylize&amp;#160; was quite cooperative today. She has been sleeping for the last 4 hours. I am glad that she is turning 3 months, this January.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/5751086203851371372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/5751086203851371372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/5751086203851371372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/5751086203851371372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2013/01/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-e-rZJrlvf7qfGrBRSbPDzTm6zGzOTwNEvBFjMHmc_ofIEfuLG82XZIb3uA7IZJTi-6Q4O0PknvZ7il0V2AxJ_CqqWBEiAVDzk8qVmGhFYnLxOrrvuWd6kFqWeuTSU7W9hZagwA/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-4896226088378965175</id><published>2013-01-01T11:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T11:34:58.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The &quot;Element&quot;</title><content type='html'>Annually, people are going crazy &amp;nbsp;what&#39;s in store for them for the coming year via the &quot;Year of What&quot; according to the Chinese calendar. Thats not bad, actually. It is a sign of hope and new positive beginnings for those who believed on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year is the year of the Water Snake. Philippine televisions have been going crazy guesting the &quot;Feng Sui&quot; experts as to what predictions and suggestions they might have to offer. (However, I really like Madame Auring&#39;s style, fun and without prejudice).&lt;br /&gt;
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As &amp;nbsp;identified with this year of the snake, water is the best element this year to &#39;catch blessings&quot;. Now, do I need to drink water, instead of juice; stay away from water (vs drowning); water out the fat (for health), or just be fluid, where nothing can stop me from going forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me, these are not bad at all. Looking for our &quot;swerte&quot; is embedded in our culture . Who does not want &quot;swerte&quot;. I like one. However, the downside is, we must be positive about life all the times. Every year is the year of new beginning, new challenges, but at the same time, new opportunities. A chance to better ourselves, our relationships, our roles as parents and spouses.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lest we forget, the best element is not water, nor fire, nor earth and wind, but &amp;nbsp;ourselves. Let us be the best element this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/4896226088378965175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/4896226088378965175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4896226088378965175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4896226088378965175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-element.html' title='The &quot;Element&quot;'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-5169193951716320979</id><published>2012-07-07T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-07T21:48:56.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrifying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been working to fix our security lights a the back for two days already. Yesterday was quite frustrating. After enduring the heat under the son, I went to bed feeling defeated. Early this morning, I climbed the ladder again to finally fix it. Thanks to Youtube and common sense,&amp;#160; I was able to figure out the proper wiring of the security lights. My excitement was short-lived, though when it failed to turn on this evening. I have to climbed back and change the bulb and tinker it until it finally worked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is nothing special today except our attendance to Lance’s birthday at Chuck E Cheese’s. The aroma of the pizza and the enticing invitation of wings proved to be too hard to resist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom is working tonight and so when Coco woke up not finding her mom, he was again emotional. He sometimes misses her mom that he cries at night. Yesterday, while I was making them ready for bed, Coco blurted out saying, “If I have a million dollar, I will not make Mommy work.” Me too, Coco.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It feels good when you are able to mow your backyard so clean. The smell of the grass is just different. I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow so as I can enjoy our lawn.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/5169193951716320979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/5169193951716320979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/5169193951716320979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/5169193951716320979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2012/07/electrifying.html' title='Electrifying'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-7607895641985526958</id><published>2012-07-05T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-06T06:26:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y Almost Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, Mom, went to see her OBGYN for her regular check up. This time we went to The Shop because the Kelsey Seybold in Augusta is hard to find, and mostly traffic to traverse 610. After the visit we had lunch in the food court. One of the reasons why we chose The Shop is because of it’s rumored good food. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom and I are almost there. By the time we come back from the P.I, she’ll be ready to give birth Up to this time, we don’ know what sex is Y. Mom wants a boy, but the three of us want a girl. god will find away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, we celebrated an after July four party. It was not scheduled but it turned out to be fun. This is also a homecoming for Tita Jean and Tito Romell who just came from a European Tour. But we’re glad that Barnard joined us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow’s schedule (Dentist, Gen Cleaning, Garden&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/7607895641985526958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/7607895641985526958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/7607895641985526958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/7607895641985526958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2012/07/y-almost-here.html' title='Y Almost Here'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-6697556218229868119</id><published>2011-10-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:42:37.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s in a Name?</title><content type='html'>On the way to the school last Tuesday, I overheard the two guys talking. 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Xandrei: &quot; When I go to college, I will not call Mommy and Daddy anymore.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Zach: &quot;Why? What will you call them?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: &quot;I will call them Dad and Mom.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Why?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: &quot;Because by that time, I am already grown up. And I don&#39;t want to be called Xandrei anymore.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&quot;What will we call you then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: &quot;X-andrei, you know that is what Jeanette &amp;nbsp;calls me, X-andrei.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As usual, the story is about good vs evil, full of chasing, fighting and banging (thanks for the jokes inserted in the dialogue, it made the scenes bearable and fun). As a person who knows nothing about transformers, I couldn&#39;t catch up the names based from their images. I only knew Bumblebee and Optimus prime, the rest are unknown. Thanks to Coco and Zach, who supplied the information in order for me to understand the whole movie and its characters. &lt;/div&gt;
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For us, they are our tranformers. They open up our minds on what the present can offer. We can only play along and wonder.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/1223663294772220481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/1223663294772220481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/1223663294772220481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/1223663294772220481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2011/07/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4eP1gwmYQG5XWFDPHFc3GowqkMrNrigW_62T0FN6dfoZjGqDSmv8B5I5BXVVlA7RJ8YYxIED0Do2TDy_R87Hmou5bhN-GfknESfvzaxTqPL45jWfVC0uL0uMOM_d47TItHUd5w/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701.post-4423145253920156874</id><published>2011-06-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:13:34.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad&#39;s Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXczKM6RBx7NpiU6Aydpb7_b5cKVCitwPnfqjUNewo4KUjIH1e_Wtdr3TZfKEfZoV4etFQyDV9nzfZs4h79OExcen_RiOdjFeq5dUO12J7js5F9-4EZlF8MnZHmrnXRj9f2LWHA/s1600/2010+Coco%2527s+Bday%252C+Kambal%252C+SVP%252C+Blessings+of+Animals+360.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXczKM6RBx7NpiU6Aydpb7_b5cKVCitwPnfqjUNewo4KUjIH1e_Wtdr3TZfKEfZoV4etFQyDV9nzfZs4h79OExcen_RiOdjFeq5dUO12J7js5F9-4EZlF8MnZHmrnXRj9f2LWHA/s320/2010+Coco%2527s+Bday%252C+Kambal%252C+SVP%252C+Blessings+of+Animals+360.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Why are we&amp;nbsp;happy &amp;nbsp;to celebrate Father&#39;s Day! Was it&amp;nbsp; just a recognition day for being a Dad, or was a day to honor being a Father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There is no greater significance in celebrating Father&#39;s Day if you don&#39;t recognize who made you a father. No matter how people greet you, nor honor you, it all goes back to the fact that without your family, you can never be a father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But, to be honest, it is humbling to belong to the group called Fathers. I can&amp;nbsp;never end&amp;nbsp;in being&amp;nbsp;thankful to God for sharing this gift to me. Looking back this morning, I was reflecting what would happen to me had I not married Jaz ? Would I been a different person? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;God really has a fun way of making things right. I know I screwed up right after I left the SVST, but there was still more than 60% chance that I would be coming back. But, of course, it didn&#39;t happen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Right now, I am greatful for having Zach and Coco to lighten the day. They are full of surprises and you simply can&#39;t predict what would be the end of everyday being with them. I know from time to time I didn&#39;t live to the expectations, but God has a way of supplementing whatever my failures and missed opportunities were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Indeed, these are the moments that I can&#39;t simply afford to pass. We are having a good time this summer. It is an opportune time for us to bond together. Not enrolling them to YMCA and even sending them to the library for a common reading&amp;nbsp; was simply the best decision that we made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As the father of Mr. Popper tells him, &quot; Hug and kiss your young ones while they still allow you to kiss and hug them. &quot; That is what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Fathers, indeed can be a happy thing.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/feeds/4423145253920156874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/14398701/4423145253920156874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4423145253920156874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14398701/posts/default/4423145253920156874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotbikolano.blogspot.com/2011/06/dads-day.html' title='Dad&#39;s Day!'/><author><name>magnuslex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00693401153041554026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqsJWNQfGubRrHUQquHGXVjWSq4kevVMscXDySaxS-JXugFoynb0sNxfTys6itswGdmrTTpZC-8cT7p7IFuQ91l0hx-c7mkvIoeGY41Y_qjMAIqNfot84TaroFdBhWXw/s220/download.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXczKM6RBx7NpiU6Aydpb7_b5cKVCitwPnfqjUNewo4KUjIH1e_Wtdr3TZfKEfZoV4etFQyDV9nzfZs4h79OExcen_RiOdjFeq5dUO12J7js5F9-4EZlF8MnZHmrnXRj9f2LWHA/s72-c/2010+Coco%2527s+Bday%252C+Kambal%252C+SVP%252C+Blessings+of+Animals+360.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>