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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNQ3o-fip7ImA9WhRUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14398701</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:46:32.456-08:00</updated><category term="Daily Journal" /><category term="Summer Bar-B-Que" /><title>BICOL EXPRESS</title><subtitle type="html">We are always fascinated by life'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 and Xandrei. They showed us the philosophy of diapers, the power of similac, the intricacies of wipes and the uselessness of 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="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hotbikolano.blogspot.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&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Diabetic Dad</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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/S9pEysQSf2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/h1W7LuILgps/S220/chili.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BicolExpress" /><feedburner:info uri="bicolexpress" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBRnszfyp7ImA9WhdaGUk.&quot;"><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><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T19:42:37.587-07:00</app:edited><title>What's in a Name?</title><content type="html">On the way to the school last Tuesday, I overheard the two guys talking. It goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: " When I go to college, I will not call Mommy and Daddy anymore."&lt;br /&gt;
Zach: "Why? What will you call them?"&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: "I will call them Dad and Mom."&lt;br /&gt;
Me: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: "Because by that time, I am already grown up. And I don't want to be called Xandrei anymore."&lt;br /&gt;
Me:"What will we call you then?"&lt;br /&gt;
Xandrei: "X-andrei, you know that is what Jeanette &amp;nbsp;calls me, X-andrei."&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed, by that time you can decide on what to do with your life. You can tell us what to call you, nor how you can call us. I can't wait, though, the kiddy voice that will call me someday as "Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKwZdiyscGg/ThE7_PdbaSI/AAAAAAAAApA/UOYacCUkJtU/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKwZdiyscGg/ThE7_PdbaSI/AAAAAAAAApA/UOYacCUkJtU/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, as a treat for being good at their "home study" classes, we brought them to see Transformers:Dark of the Moon. Right after coming from duty, Mom (took a 30 minute nap) heroically joined us (thinking that she might be able to doze off while inside. We took the matinee shows (for economic reasons) and headed to the theather 30 minutes before the show. That was one of the best decisions we made that day, for minutes after we sat down, droves of people&amp;nbsp; came in looking for the best seat in the house. While we relaxedly sat others were forced to occupy the very front seats (some even sat on the stairs (reminiscent of our Philippine movie experience way back then) were one can have the most eye irritating view.&lt;/div&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'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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Indeed, never understimate the mind of the kid which is so young, fresh and can absorb anything. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is no greater significance in celebrating Father's Day if you don'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="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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't happen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I am greatful for having Zach and Coco to lighten the day. They are full of surprises and you simply can't predict what would be the end of everyday being with them. I know from time to time I didn'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="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indeed, these are the moments that I can'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="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the father of Mr. Popper tells him, " Hug and kiss your young ones while they still allow you to kiss and hug them. " That is what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fathers, indeed can be a happy thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-4423145253920156874?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9PZoK7NA9o/Te6Cg6Hd7TI/AAAAAAAAAn8/WhoCenf9oPs/s1600/2011+Nokia+Summer+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9PZoK7NA9o/Te6Cg6Hd7TI/AAAAAAAAAn8/WhoCenf9oPs/s200/2011+Nokia+Summer+025.jpg" t8="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We started the day with swimming at the subdivision's pool. Thinking that Tuesday would be a good time to swim since according to the pool schedule, they are going to clean the&amp;nbsp; poo on Mondays, yet it proved to be otherwise. The pool's sorrounding was unswept, its water is full of unknown "residue". I wonder if indeed they clean it on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Nevertheless, since its only the four us (including the lady who was sunbathing) we dived into the unknown until 10:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, Story time at Barnes and Nobles: this was our first time to attend story telling at B and N. The lady who conducted the reading was quite energetic. She started by asking the kids to sing familiar baby songs. There were a handful of&amp;nbsp; parents who were there (including a number of Filipinos who where conversing from behind). With all sort of kids attending, you can't&amp;nbsp; dismiss the possibility of kids and babies crying while the story telling is being done. And so it was. Zach and Coco enjoyed the sing and dance portion though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterwhich we went to Hobby Lobby to pick up some art materials for sketching.&amp;nbsp; Since we couldn't stick to our budget, I ended up paying it from my meager savings account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H.E.B was different. I knew that it's going to be a challenge to stay more than 30 minutes at H.E.B without me having to experience hypoglycemia. No matter how I rushed the&amp;nbsp; kids in getting what were on our list yet we ended up staying for more than 45 minutes When my vision started to blur and my energy started to sink, I grabbed the shopping cart and rammed&amp;nbsp; to the bakery section where I found free samplings of cupcakes, dips and (thankfully) tortilla. I grabbed whatever I could get, unmindful of Coco's begging, who for unknown reason was as hungry as I was. Thanks for the freebies, I was able to regain my footing. Next time, I know where to go, whenever I would like to have some freebies.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvZ2DLOgeW0/Te7njCVOyYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tH3ilXrEc98/s1600/2011+Mom+Pinas%252C+summer+vacation+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvZ2DLOgeW0/Te7njCVOyYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tH3ilXrEc98/s320/2011+Mom+Pinas%252C+summer+vacation+001.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were lucky with the pechay and tomatoes this time. Out of the generosity of God we were able to harvest a couple of pechay and a lot of tomatoes. I mistakenly forgot the ampalaya, but I was able to save two for our breakfast tomorrow. Coco had fun harvesting the pechay but Zach was not into it. &lt;br /&gt;
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PATINTERO&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Budget is hard this year, hence, we cancelled YMCA. But still fun is unlimited if you are just creative (and the kids need not &amp;nbsp;notice your bank account). Tonight, I introduced Patintero to Zach (Coco was watching TV and doesn't want to be bothered). After a few instructions, Zach picked it up and we were up fighting for our turf. I was up laughing again and having fun. (He didn't know I was&amp;nbsp;being a kid again) &amp;nbsp;I remembered the days when we were kids sweating it out playing patintero under the watchful eyes of the moon (there was no electricity then, it was the late 70's). Fund then was limited, but fun is limitless. &lt;br /&gt;
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After a while, we asked Coco to join us. Thankfully, he did. A few seconds more, he was already competing with us. Feeling out of breath and sensing my lowering stamina, I begged off to play with them. Still, it was fun watching them play.&lt;br /&gt;
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Introducing his own brand of play, Coco showed us some games that he claimed to be his own making.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This is a fun day for the three of us. I have not ever enjoyed summer until now. I am looking forward to some other things on our list. &lt;br /&gt;
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We don't have to go out of state to be in tthe state of summer fun,&lt;br /&gt;
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See you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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June 6 – Burning Calories:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Determined&amp;nbsp; to lose calories and get back to where we were five months ago we trekked the trails of Lakes of Savannah going to Lina’s donut (for our breakfast) before we plunge into our subdivisions kid’s park where we met Speedy (a turtle on his way to his next vacation spot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On their music practice today, Ms. Chanta was all praises for the two kids for their great performance during their piano recital. We hope they don’t lose sight of this skill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got the scare of my life this pm on our way to Kroger for gas. I knew we had bad weather,but I didn’t know the extent of its impact. Right after we pulled over for gas, the lights went out. My problem though was Sienna’s gas light was on, and I knew it spells trouble if Citgo or Shell are out of power too. Good thing we didn’t run out of luck, we were able to fill up Sienna just on time before the lights of Citgo went out too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GOOD NEWS: It rained and it soaked our ground. We can save some water for the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TRANSFORMERS: Coco and Zach have been transforming me to a near like idiot when we are talking about Transformers. They know the names of the characters at the tip of their fingertips. I have never been so fascinated with their interest to this saga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PRAYERS: For Rey Olmo who is sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Life is too precious to be ignored.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-4291009684937751859?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We started with the Natural Science ( I can’t afford to be in the Children’s Museum, running around with two fascinated kids will certainly drain me out). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQiThTFSJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GGsgJZEuiH0/s1600-h/20111%20Nokia%20021%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="20111 Nokia 021" border="0" alt="20111 Nokia 021" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQiUk4JQ0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/9fEnSziKLjE/20111%20Nokia%20021_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" height="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;To be honest with you, it was worth it. Although their collections in their permanent exhibits is fewer than those we have visited, yet they appear very cool and real. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQiXkX44KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/h6bfsxY5A2w/s1600-h/20111%20Nokia%20031%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="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" title="20111 Nokia 031" border="0" alt="20111 Nokia 031" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQiYf5h2BI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RBQrF3_pLwE/20111%20Nokia%20031_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="255" height="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The IMAX theater though tops our experience today. Zach was very fascinated with the Sea Rex show. Unfortunately, Coco seemed not interested for he slept most of the second part of the movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQiabZCsoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ukWeXkf7GY4/s1600-h/20111%20Nokia%20044%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="20111 Nokia 044" border="0" alt="20111 Nokia 044" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQibSMswoI/AAAAAAAAAic/GCeF_tBbUvk/20111%20Nokia%20044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Trying to get a good Friday dinner, we checked out Golden Corral. It proved very dismal since their collection of “Seafood Section” is but a tiny fragment of the ocean’s treasure. (We could have gone to a Chinese Restaurant in Pearland).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQj7TQMHtI/AAAAAAAAAig/6AseBvjZ1AM/s1600-h/20111%20Nokia%20046%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="20111 Nokia 046" border="0" alt="20111 Nokia 046" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQj8VqSvtI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZSAjEPgiQAA/20111%20Nokia%20046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQj-HX7VaI/AAAAAAAAAio/_fDD3KT-Asc/s1600-h/20111%20Nokia%20047%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="20111 Nokia 047" border="0" alt="20111 Nokia 047" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TYQkBUGktlI/AAAAAAAAAis/McqeIgoGfAA/20111%20Nokia%20047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have not checked my newly planted tress today, nor watered the veggies (hopefully the dew or rain will take care of them).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;All in all, the first week that Mom is off seemed not be a problem. I know I can manage everything. Judging from the hours that I have misspent, I know I can do better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Of course, we don’t know what happens when school day comes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-8292328050036133375?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been trying to get into a grad school for the past 2 years. My enthusiasm would die down after a couple of tries. The last time I have attempted of getting a new direction was last June. It was good. I did good. But later on, I just hit dead end.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know what I want in life. But the fire is not there anymore. Does it come with age? Or I was just dumb lazy. Or was I very comfortable to my life situation that I don't want to rock the boat.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remembered one time while I was attending, my first time, to attend the Convocation of the CM in Angono. Most of the time, I sat on a particular spot, never traded it with another one. Then, one night, Fr. Oabel came to me, saying, " You really does not want change. You are afraid of going other direction." I vehemently argued with him that he was reading me incorrectly. And, that was just still part of his CPE thought-paradigm. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps that was true. Especially when I am very comfortable in my life. Right now, it is happening again. I know the opportunity here is great. That I could be what I want to be. I just don't have the fire, yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hopefully it will change this summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand, I would not trade the books and research papers from Zach's and Coco's annoying embrace and banter. No amount of thesis or dissertation can compare their incomprehensible silliness and stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps, right now, I am just very comfortable being a father. And I hope it does not change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-2622688214047978437?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the last minute of the day, I was able to run to the recycling center, Manvel and Sienna Lilbrary and returned the books long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coco and Zach were amazing. They showed me how persistence and discipline build a character. I hope they don't change their passion for piano.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom is working tonight and for the next two nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-5043635733908822231?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yearly, we celebrate Thanksgiving over food, stories, laughters, and prayers. We remember the previous year of glorious blessings.&amp;nbsp; We ermember the people who mattered to us. At the end of every meal comes the hope for a better year to come. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanking is always connected to giving. It is an spiral interconnectivity. It defeates its meaning if the action of saying thanks stops in you. "Thank you" meant to be shared...so as other can say "thank you" too.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my end, I am saying thanks by being generous with my time to my kids and wife. I am going to say thank by saying kind words. &lt;br /&gt;
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For those who made my life better this year, Thank you for giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-6998550028210650843?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I am good at managing my time the past two days. I was perfectly 15 minutes after 5, just on time for our dinner. Mom works tonight, but will be here tomorrow. Perhaps we can watch My Name is Khan..and snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coco does not complain if squezzed, hug and cuddled. He too is very good too in music. Our goal for him is to learn how to read properly. We can feel he knows some, but he is trying to keep us nervous, by pretending he does not know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Zach, as usual, proved to be smarter than us. We are glad that his interest in music is simply amazing. He can read notes, sing while reading notes, and really sing it well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow is another day and I hope we could come home early for Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-5488369305684568329?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He came back to the school, pretty much happy and beaming with contentment. To top it all, he was excitely exhilarating when he told us what happened at his friends house. The downside was, he was quite tired, and the moment his back laid on the car seat, he was dozing. He was on bed unitl 10 pm, just on time for me and Coco to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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While giving him a bath, he as telling me about he he like being with Pauline and how he had a good time. If there is goodnews for me out of this event, it would be his story about the Wii. Fortunately, he knows now how to play pingpong and bowling in Wii (much advance to all of us at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coco was quite today. He came to my classroom crying over something. Unfortunately, he was upset about an incident in the Extended Day. Thanks to Ms. Jackie for taking care of them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Love this day, cold, chlly but with no rain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom is working tonight. This Saturday is busy for us, having two birthdays to attend to. The goodnews is, both of them are in League City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-1035002696064751692?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The travel last night (read:yesterday) was quite muscle-cramping. Because of the distance we have to limit our stopping to 10 minutes (except on our lunch).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YLAhqqaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-t9yaGsWVeg/s1600-h/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20020%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" class="wlDisabledImage" title="2010 Sesame Place 020" border="0" alt="2010 Sesame Place 020" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YLpoCPvI/AAAAAAAAAec/5XWdrAJQby8/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20020_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The&amp;#160; longest trip was crossing the state of Virginia. It took us forever to get to Baltimore. Glancing at the map once in a while did not excite but tortured us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YMm53S4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XE0UgfCa_SE/s1600-h/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20033%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" class="wlDisabledImage" title="2010 Sesame Place 033" border="0" alt="2010 Sesame Place 033" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YM93Hq-I/AAAAAAAAAek/frYQhbN7yO0/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="188" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Interstate 81 has totally impressed on us its brutality. To counter drowsiness and boredom, we have to take turn driving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YN2Cm6GI/AAAAAAAAAeo/A0dJaiy4EBM/s1600-h/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20026%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" class="wlDisabledImage" title="2010 Sesame Place 026" border="0" alt="2010 Sesame Place 026" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YOaIXnDI/AAAAAAAAAes/1Cm30MB39xw/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20026_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We crossed Baltimore-Washington at around 11 pm ET. From a quite Interstate trip we were startled how busy the Washington beltway was (with its fast cars and punishing construction areas). I had to be extra alert for our next exit, else we’ll end up in Florida, or back to Texas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YOwhQq3I/AAAAAAAAAew/Cc7Z_tJChjE/s1600-h/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20040%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" class="wlDisabledImage" title="2010 Sesame Place 040" border="0" alt="2010 Sesame Place 040" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE-YPSwh8wI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LfLDZBBnRdQ/2010%20Sesame%20Place%20040_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="188" height="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True to my impression I-95 (Philly-NY), devoid of its fast cars and semis, is very challenging. On the good note, we enjoyed the beauty of Philadelphia at night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the grueling 13 hour trip, and uncharacteristic yet worrisome “recalculation” sound from Gerri&amp;#160; (or was it 14?) we finally reached Ramada Inn at 1 am (ET). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Grabbing just the bear essentials for a goodnight sleep, we crashed and dozed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Welcome to Philly! I’m craving for the famous Philly cheesesteake. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-5805926904813448235?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s our first time to embark on a long journey from home. Although there were attempts before to go on state hopping, yet, because of unrealistic assumptions we never pursued it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True to our yearly tradition of celebrating Mom’s birthday away from home, although there was a strong hesitation to visit The Sesame Place, we finally conceded to ask Sienna to accompany us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CWdWmmPI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3qxNgey02LU/s1600-h/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20006%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 006" border="0" class="wlDisabledImage" height="100" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CWi6FMRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4WrVPESwPAs/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 006" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6:30 – Departure from Gardenspring Ct. But with all the commotions last night, we forgot the printed copy of our hotel-destination in Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CXKKKvUI/AAAAAAAAAds/VPeKqc8gkBM/s1600-h/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20008%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 008" border="0" class="wlDisabledImage" height="101" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CXp80EfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SDHfvZv7UVY/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20008_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 008" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8:30 – First stop in Louisiana…and proved to be the last one until we saw the next rest area 5 hours after we the one in Louisiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CYOHK6LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OMj64E4NbkY/s1600-h/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20033%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 033" border="0" class="wlDisabledImage" height="124" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CYr36fUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7_QWIe8eYvk/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 033" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6:00 – Second rest area…in Alabama. We feasted with Mom’s adobo and liempo. Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CZPeqP9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/m4k3J9owedQ/s1600-h/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20041%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 041" border="0" class="wlDisabledImage" height="131" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CZgzoCUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/o-ZGMyXEktI/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20041_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 041" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to modern technologies of GPS and portable DVD, the first leg is just perfect. I was kidding Jaz that because of our 13 hour trip from Texas to Gadsden, Alabama, I can now claim to be a true driver capable of negotiating the Bitukang Manok” going to Bicol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CaHffY_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/5XmuKdAbSuY/s1600-h/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20055%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 055" border="0" class="wlDisabledImage" height="139" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_VqgNRMguv4g/TE0CaQQm7fI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OAqGbSFyjJE/2010%20Road%20Trip%201st%20Leg-Alabama%20055_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="2010 Road Trip 1st Leg-Alabama 055" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8:30 – We reached our hotel, Comfort Suites, in Gadsden, Alabama; feasted with our adobo and liempo; desert is mango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hotel is not true to its name. Its not comforting to see trash in the elevator, stinky and uncleaned microwave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, after a safe trip, that is the least of your worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am now ready for bed, and beyond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14398701-7929179635107231979?l=hotbikolano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Mass at St. Laurence&lt;br /&gt;
2. PNB for Mama’s Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
3. King’s Lunch at Kings Way Buffet. this is so far the best Chinese buffet restaurant in the area (unless you have one). Food is huge, though the&amp;nbsp;taste is &amp;nbsp;average.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Zach and Coco were enrolled at the Y.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Painted the Guest Room (colors are unconvincing)&lt;br /&gt;
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