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/><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</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/LifeInWords" /><feedburner:info uri="lifeinwords" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFRX0_eCp7ImA9WhRbEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-4251943964170639894</id><published>2012-01-31T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:08:34.340-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T23:08:34.340-08:00</app:edited><title>Something Good</title><content type="html">Somehow this song is making me soo emotional, these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iB0qd4-JkXk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maria:]&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I had a wicked childhood&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I had a miserable youth&lt;br /&gt;But somwhere in my wicked, miserable past&lt;br /&gt;There must have been a moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For here you are, standing there, loving me&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you should&lt;br /&gt;So somewhere in my youth or childhood&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes from nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever could&lt;br /&gt;So somewhere in my youth or childhood&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Captain:]&lt;br /&gt;For here you are, standing there, loving me&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maria:]&lt;br /&gt;So somewhere in my youth or childhood&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maria and the Captain:]&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes from nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maria:]&lt;br /&gt;So somewhere in my youth&lt;br /&gt;[Captain:]&lt;br /&gt;Or childhood&lt;br /&gt;[Maria:]&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something . . .&lt;br /&gt;[Maria and the Captain:]&lt;br /&gt;Something good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-4251943964170639894?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/nzu6q4aGmls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4251943964170639894/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=4251943964170639894" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/4251943964170639894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/4251943964170639894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/nzu6q4aGmls/something-good.html" title="Something Good" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/iB0qd4-JkXk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-good.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNRHo-fip7ImA9WhRVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-7218454543864001349</id><published>2012-01-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:38:15.456-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T20:38:15.456-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="legaspi city" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>HOME IS.....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;HOME is where BOKLAN chicken,pancit and siomai can be found... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;This was what the status on my Facebook wall was, right before New Year. P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;osted this along with this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFxJf1S6QIE/TxJVizMPdmI/AAAAAAAAAck/8dib45LLVIo/s320/bok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697710534922565218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; font-size: small; "&gt;...and truly a vacation in my hometown, in Bicol won't be complete without a visit to this restaurant aptly named BOKLAN, the meaning of which I don't know, but for sure their owned by a Chinese family and they serve all these three famous Chinese staple. The food is prepared and cooked upon order,for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; "&gt;guaranteed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; "&gt;freshness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-7218454543864001349?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/ax3uAZsIfe0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7218454543864001349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=7218454543864001349" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/7218454543864001349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/7218454543864001349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/ax3uAZsIfe0/home-is.html" title="HOME IS....." /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFxJf1S6QIE/TxJVizMPdmI/AAAAAAAAAck/8dib45LLVIo/s72-c/bok.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHRX05fCp7ImA9WhZbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-4268899317989599373</id><published>2011-06-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:22:14.324-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-19T20:22:14.324-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Reunited with Peach and her Mom</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My recent vacation to Bicol, has been a series of reunions for me. My childhood friend Peach was in town, and this was the first time we saw each other after 14 or 15 years. Peach's Mom and my Mom were best friends, when they were still working in the same school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at our Mom's photo when both of them were pregnant with US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620127992186925730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otcYN0QhcSk/Tf60odaH8qI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gmZhfUBZ7Mc/s320/241676_10150644341680512_896710511_19505582_6366779_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Mom on the left and Peach's mom -Auntie Ludy in pink]&lt;br /&gt;and here they are in their hey days....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620132690819804146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9Ah6o31uV0/Tf6459Lf6_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5AjZnNybWfw/s320/258570_10150644344360512_896710511_19505617_6284153_o.jpg" /&gt; Peach's family migrated to the California when she was only 5 years old. Our only connection was through letters and cards that were sent through every occasion. Her first vacation here was when she was 16 years old and that was the last time I saw her. We both finished school and when technology ruled the world, we got reconnected through friendster, then email and lost track of each other again. Found her in Facebook and got reconnected again...That's just how we are....friends for life even if we don't get to see each other often..Her mom was saying, I am Peachy's only friend in the Philippines..lolz.. Here she is now at 32 with her Mom... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620136020372444914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hIMlBjtXpY/Tf677wutVvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dGS-Xx0xkts/s320/251286_1999790910350_1110846773_2356260_2816673_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got me this Guess Bag....her birthday gift to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620136263790839906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZvAJowt2UY/Tf68J7iLSGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lqn4_w8a9uM/s320/263407_10150650238235512_896710511_19569948_5325733_n.jpg" /&gt;Nice to have been reconnected again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otcYN0QhcSk/Tf60odaH8qI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gmZhfUBZ7Mc/s72-c/241676_10150644341680512_896710511_19505582_6366779_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2011/06/reunited-with-peach-and-her-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBRX47eip7ImA9Wx9bEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-8528380646813204018</id><published>2011-02-19T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:10:54.002-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T21:10:54.002-08:00</app:edited><title>Amazing Fireworks Display</title><content type="html">The second International Pyromusical competiton has started first weekend of february and this week UK's fireworks display has garnered lots of applause from the expectators..Take a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8SEn86uJwFk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is their finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K_J8XiQx5z4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-8528380646813204018?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/VON3COlOSDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8528380646813204018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=8528380646813204018" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MRn84fCp7ImA9Wx9TEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-1230145059034525029</id><published>2010-11-19T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:31:27.134-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-19T19:31:27.134-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glee" /><title>Singing in the Rain</title><content type="html">Oh my God!!! I soo love Gwyneth Paltrow and Matthew Morrison here....Grest voice, perfect pair..Superb performance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbZcYy6AAGg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbZcYy6AAGg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-1230145059034525029?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/mElDn-t_9iM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/11/singing-in-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNSHo4eSp7ImA9Wx5bFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-923821124224555947</id><published>2010-10-30T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:41:39.431-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-30T20:41:39.431-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daycare provider" /><title>Summing Up My Daily Grind</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This somehow sums up my daily grind....Being with kids, helping them read or at least make them say the letter sound correctly....sing with them, hug them...and revel at every big school entrance exams that they pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daycare Provider Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you’re not their mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care for them each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cuddle, sing, and read to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch them as they play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see each new accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You help them grow and learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand their language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you listen with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you kiss away their tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They proudly show their work to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give the loudest cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you are not their mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your role is just as strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nurture them and keep them safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though maybe not for long --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know someday the time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you will have to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know each child you’ve cared for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is forever in your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When children come home at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question they're asked as they scurry to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is, "Tell me what you did today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer they give makes you sigh with dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, I did nothing today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps nothing means that I played with blocks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or counted to ten, or sorted some rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I painted a picture of red and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or heard a story of a mouse that flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I watched the gerbils eat today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or went outside on the swings to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today was the very first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my scissors followed a very straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I lead a song from beginning to end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or played with a special brand new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in pre-school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your heart has wings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" can mean so many things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-923821124224555947?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/usKbOh36z7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/923821124224555947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=923821124224555947" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQARXc9fyp7ImA9Wx5bEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-8621027794130256895</id><published>2010-10-27T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:25:44.967-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T20:25:44.967-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nursery rhymes" /><title>It's Wiggles and Barney Time:</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TMjop5qocgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-zV6R0nCpAE/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532927948776567298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TMjop5qocgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-zV6R0nCpAE/s400/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of my favorite babies in school, who never fail to amaze me with all their funny and cute antics. And they too are the reason why most of the songs I listen to now are Barney and Wiggles' and why I enjoy these videos now....
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oh99A86HraY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oh99A86HraY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-8621027794130256895?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/f6S7UWqrbgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8621027794130256895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=8621027794130256895" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8621027794130256895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8621027794130256895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/f6S7UWqrbgY/its-wiggles-and-barney-time.html" title="It's Wiggles and Barney Time:" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TMjop5qocgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-zV6R0nCpAE/s72-c/kids.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-wiggles-and-barney-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HQXY-cCp7ImA9Wx5UEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-6078960776702431578</id><published>2010-10-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T20:42:10.858-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-16T20:42:10.858-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="binondo church" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chinatown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="binondo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sincerity cafe" /><title>CHINA in this side of TOWN (Manila CHINATOWN)</title><content type="html">It was one of those few Saturday's that I didn't have to go to work. The weather was perfectly fine and I was set for a food trip in Chinatown. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528849247086152578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLprGN1Bi4I/AAAAAAAAAag/qcpj6x3FXys/s320/GEDC0172.JPG" /&gt;First went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Binondo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528847354866536866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLppYEwtkaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/sG2HR5q1UNk/s320/GEDC0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528847359613559810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLppYWcfZAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3P683kCi0x4/s320/GEDC0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528847367663216034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLppY0brZaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/IiMrnuKdHyw/s320/GEDC0165.JPG" /&gt;and I was impressed on how the altar and the ceiling paintings turned out in pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528847365307145618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLppYrp8nZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/u0Uz3TYkj4s/s320/GEDC0163.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528849241207532738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLprF37c7MI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KzkyxY9YGNY/s320/GEDC0162.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to lunch, I passed by this...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528852170218412786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLptwXWEGvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TTljzzu7ufY/s320/GEDC0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was definitely a gastronomic experience... Had it at the Sincerity Cafe...... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528849250252121410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLprGZn2ZUI/AAAAAAAAAao/zNGgmSo75wk/s320/GEDC0176.JPG" /&gt;where I super loved these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528849255492287138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLprGtJM-qI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DMgmQAzCk7M/s320/GEDC0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528852177197013602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLptwxV5GmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/l8de63Oo2D4/s320/GEDC0185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528852173991545650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLptwlZpizI/AAAAAAAAAbA/u2xFm25Fy8c/s320/GEDC0180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and my requisite ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528852182207930082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLptxEAlnuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Wv5-A3JVP7U/s320/GEDC0189.JPG" /&gt;... from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;QuickSnack&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Would have tried some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pancit&lt;/span&gt; from Lido or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kee&lt;/span&gt; but it was raining so hard when I stepped out Quick Snack that I decided to go home instead..will definitely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comeback&lt;/span&gt; to Chinatown.....next week perhaps.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-6078960776702431578?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/zBIaUDPsZoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6078960776702431578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=6078960776702431578" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6078960776702431578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6078960776702431578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/zBIaUDPsZoA/china-in-this-side-of-town-manila.html" title="CHINA in this side of TOWN (Manila CHINATOWN)" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TLprGN1Bi4I/AAAAAAAAAag/qcpj6x3FXys/s72-c/GEDC0172.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/china-in-this-side-of-town-manila.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YEQng8eCp7ImA9Wx5SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-4965967024779595671</id><published>2010-08-06T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:45:03.670-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-06T19:45:03.670-07:00</app:edited><title>My Lee's TVC</title><content type="html">I finally found my tutorial student's paint tv commercial which he did some years ago... I met him last year, he was already in first grade, and have matured a bit but still the same cute, funny kid that appeared on the TVC some years back. Glad I'm able to lift this video of the said TVC from a&lt;br /&gt;facebook profile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=384577156660&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-4965967024779595671?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/VQRJ9vYXG84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4965967024779595671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=4965967024779595671" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/4965967024779595671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/4965967024779595671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/VQRJ9vYXG84/my-lees-tvc.html" title="My Lee's TVC" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-lees-tvc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCSX0-eip7ImA9WxFUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-3027636275365200965</id><published>2010-06-19T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:16:08.352-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-19T19:16:08.352-07:00</app:edited><title>To Pap!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a Father's Day poem I lifted from the works of Joanna Fuchs' . I first read it on my student's father's day card which they did in school as a Fathers Day activity and so captured was I with the words that I decided to post it here to let the world know how much I love my father - the one we most fondly call PAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'D PICK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="mod_3099764" class="module moduleText color0"&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word;" class="txtd" id="txtd_3099764"&gt; &lt;p&gt; Dad, if all the fathers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Had lined up one by one,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And God told me to pick,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'd still choose to be your son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm proud to have a father&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who listens and understands,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who teaches me and sets fair rules&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Without unfair demands&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dad you are my hero,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My role model in all I do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So dad, if I could pick again,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know I'd still pick you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-3027636275365200965?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/jmO-gafoLl8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3027636275365200965/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=3027636275365200965" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/3027636275365200965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/3027636275365200965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/jmO-gafoLl8/to-pap.html" title="To Pap!" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-pap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHRn4-fyp7ImA9WxFVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-8198650926932036674</id><published>2010-06-13T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:47:17.057-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-13T20:47:17.057-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends;birthdays" /><title>Independence Day</title><content type="html">June 12 is the country's Independence Day but it's even more special for me because it's my birthday. 2009 and 2010 have been quite a wonderful year for me and for that I am truly greatful. I am blessed to have a very busy tutorial schedule something that I haven't experienced in a while, doubly happy that my student again made it to the Outstanding Students List and so I felt I should at least celebrate....and celebrate I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with my sis' and our friend Boy who followed at the karaoke night)&lt;/span&gt; even if I had work in the morning of my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my sisters and had a sumptuous lunch of Barbecue Platter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkGcrKe8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/VkkEzwKaDdM/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkGcrKe8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/VkkEzwKaDdM/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482468552076852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I had this cute birthday cake called Strawberry Fields...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkxarpLuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EWfX-9OEFms/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkxarpLuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EWfX-9OEFms/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482469290276368098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we head off for some karaoke fun....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkHSF8xvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F2QAhWiFUv8/s1600/30301_10150223067755065_896450064_13053173_3581590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkHSF8xvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F2QAhWiFUv8/s320/30301_10150223067755065_896450064_13053173_3581590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482468566416279282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-8198650926932036674?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/qsQShVuu6Pc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8198650926932036674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=8198650926932036674" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8198650926932036674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8198650926932036674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/qsQShVuu6Pc/independence-day.html" title="Independence Day" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/TBWkGcrKe8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/VkkEzwKaDdM/s72-c/b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/06/independence-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQDRXs5fCp7ImA9WxFQEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-6118901443689097739</id><published>2010-05-06T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:36:14.524-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-06T20:36:14.524-07:00</app:edited><title>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type="html">On sunday, we will celebrate Mother's Day. I won't write stuff about my Mom anymore as I have done it already before. I would instead share this video and the lyrics of which, truly hit me..So Mom, Happy Mother's Day.. and to all the moms happy mother's day! this one is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_Y5GpYQSpVQ/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Y5GpYQSpVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Y5GpYQSpVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;A summer or winter&lt;br /&gt;When she hasn't been there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and companion&lt;br /&gt;I can always depend on&lt;br /&gt;My mother&lt;br /&gt;That's who I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;seeds that she planted&lt;br /&gt;She's always behind every thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher a seeker&lt;br /&gt;A both arms outreacher&lt;br /&gt;My mother&lt;br /&gt;That's who I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could slow down&lt;br /&gt;The hands of time&lt;br /&gt;keep things the way they are&lt;br /&gt;If she said so &lt;br /&gt;I would give her the world&lt;br /&gt;If I could... I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love and my laughter&lt;br /&gt;From here ever after&lt;br /&gt;Is all that she says that she needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and companion&lt;br /&gt;I can always depend on&lt;br /&gt;My mother&lt;br /&gt;That's who I mean&lt;br /&gt;My mother&lt;br /&gt;That's who I mean... that's who I mean &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y5GpYQSpVQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-6118901443689097739?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/hIgQEkSqTLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6118901443689097739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=6118901443689097739" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6118901443689097739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6118901443689097739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/hIgQEkSqTLE/happy-mothers-day_06.html" title="Happy Mothers Day!" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day_06.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BRng_fSp7ImA9WxFTFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-8343180687290362416</id><published>2010-04-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:29:17.645-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-06T20:29:17.645-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="churches" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>CAPTURED: Churches that Captured Me</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Maundy Thursday, I was able to complete Visita Iglesia and three of the seven churches I went to were the churches that strike me the most. Location was not an issue..I just had to get there...and all these churches I was able to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This imposing church right across the new NAIA Terminal 3 called Shrine of St. Therese is simply breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457230346196921170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v6FhKMq1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GxkZJ3yTvr8/s400/IMG_3321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457230871183888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v6kE42EDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3pTJZJgaQuw/s400/IMG_3322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457231136949631874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v6zi8Ve4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/WrE0Gbbfhig/s400/IMG_3326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;St. Alphonsus Mary De Liguori Church in Magallanes has really nice structural designs, I can't help but take pictures..Nice for intimate weddings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457225338207677650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v1iA8hLNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dzL3S5MyoWo/s400/m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457223869153184034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v0MgSoiSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7lLLw4x0dXk/s400/m2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457224373457689490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v0p2-Mm5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/J2_HnnrVAyg/s400/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457225801184774834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v189q3CrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2gjcfQtMwGk/s400/m4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Lady of Victories Church is another sight to behold. For someone who loves big, long aisle churches, this has got to be an exception to the rule. I instantly fell in love with this church the moment I reached it's location. It looked like Don Bosco's Chapel on the Hill in Batangas only this one is in the city. As I wrote &lt;a href="http://lalaboo61278.wordpress.com/"&gt;on my other site&lt;/a&gt;, this church captivated me. This is a traditional catholic church and all masses are in Latin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457225994074163954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v2IMPRivI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BWx7oyd9DH4/s400/v1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457227684817419138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v3qmv4O4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4ShPVTgTPnU/s400/v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; going up the church which was situated on an elevated area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228443606410146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v4WxdRY6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/xleCBtG3T_A/s400/v3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; at the church entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228869411722434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v4vjtK1MI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zj-a9CKEdrc/s400/v4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Altar&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457229546725613282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v5W-5YnuI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OJMS1E1fe3k/s400/v5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The church facade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-8343180687290362416?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/LLiq9HrGnCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8343180687290362416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=8343180687290362416" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8343180687290362416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8343180687290362416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/LLiq9HrGnCk/captured-churches-that-captured-me.html" title="CAPTURED: Churches that Captured Me" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S7v6FhKMq1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GxkZJ3yTvr8/s72-c/IMG_3321.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/04/captured-churches-that-captured-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHQHo4fSp7ImA9WxBaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-8005488463806170018</id><published>2010-03-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:57:11.435-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-23T20:57:11.435-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Back to Writing..</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one's who are following me on twitter already know why I am on semi-hiatus  on blogging since the second week of march..It was my tutorial student's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trimestral&lt;/span&gt; exams so I have been too busy doing reviewers for them..Both of them are honor students so the pressure's on me..I had to make sure they maintain their grades..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; grades are yet to be given but I know they got good grades...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now that they are already on vacation, I got more time to blog..I'll post something about my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tutees&lt;/span&gt; later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-8005488463806170018?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/pySbj6P7SYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8005488463806170018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=8005488463806170018" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8005488463806170018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8005488463806170018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/pySbj6P7SYA/back-to-writing.html" title="Back to Writing.." /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGRHg6eyp7ImA9WxBWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-7774453541435640636</id><published>2010-02-03T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:55:25.613-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-03T19:55:25.613-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>"Tikes" got Talent</title><content type="html">My tutorial kids were quite busy this January practicing performances for their family day...Two of them were her n this video and I couldn't be more proud. Their group won first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1UQm_RYTYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1UQm_RYTYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-7774453541435640636?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/Cu7CUZoNZC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7774453541435640636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=7774453541435640636" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/7774453541435640636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/7774453541435640636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/Cu7CUZoNZC4/tikes-got-talent.html" title="&quot;Tikes&quot; got Talent" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/02/tikes-got-talent.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNRHw5eSp7ImA9WxBWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-6227669724093512610</id><published>2010-01-27T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:58:15.221-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T19:58:15.221-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>15 Years Baby....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I missed out posting about the reunion of my high school batch last December 30, and so here I am scribbling whatever I remembered from the event..The affair was originally set at 8:00 am I arrived there about 9am, surprised to see that they haven't started yet. some batch mates were just starting to set up the tables and chairs.Had some chit-chat with Fr. Marlon, Sansue and Rommel. Our teachers started arriving and we were almost outnumbered by our teachers. We thought there was a faculty meeting...hahaha..But then shortly before lunch more batch mates started to arrive and we had a blast. I &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/einalemb"&gt;tweeted &lt;/a&gt;about it and said "the batch reunion was a blast and hilarious"..and hilarious it was...Oh i won't say much, just take a look at these photos...I'd say we haven't changed a lot even if it had been 15 years....&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636273344157714" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMaZ3OGBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BXNDiC72WgI/s400/Picture%2B098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636269819489986" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMaMu37sI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FD0_KOFX9cU/s400/Picture%2B092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636264654890562" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMZ5fiZkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yRURovA2hPc/s400/Picture%2B091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                              [mass]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM4DzdVZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pBjs3f1nc6Y/s1600-h/Picture%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636782818874770" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM4DzdVZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pBjs3f1nc6Y/s400/Picture%2B104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[some 0f our former teachers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM3wtu_WI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Nl_SSnqcj-c/s1600-h/Picture%2B103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636777694592354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM3wtu_WI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Nl_SSnqcj-c/s400/Picture%2B103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[the Boys of the Batch]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM3pN_vHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8y70QzPWvmI/s1600-h/Picture%2B087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636775682423922" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM3pN_vHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8y70QzPWvmI/s400/Picture%2B087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[more pics of the boys with our batch mate and officiating priest FR. Marlon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM2_Yd8tI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nH4HlZv_6Hk/s1600-h/DSC00580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636764452057810" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM2_Yd8tI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nH4HlZv_6Hk/s400/DSC00580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[getting cozy with Atty. Dona and Cathy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636281023677026" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMa2eKQmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0B_fjlOznNA/s400/Picture%2B086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;[the EARLY BIRDS..batch mates Jen and Jack came home from UAE  just for the reunion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMavGpgII/AAAAAAAAAVw/Q4tFXxwePxg/s1600-h/DSC00581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636279046013058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMavGpgII/AAAAAAAAAVw/Q4tFXxwePxg/s400/DSC00581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[posing with two of our former high school teachers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM3d5Gw4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/pyzb7ejkhAI/s1600-h/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431636772642014082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EM3d5Gw4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/pyzb7ejkhAI/s400/DSC00600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[and of course the BOYS just about to start the drinking session]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Has it really been that long????? And now we're starting to plan for our 20th year REUNION in 2014. Wow! Time flies really fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-6227669724093512610?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/Maq98gy5fAE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6227669724093512610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=6227669724093512610" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6227669724093512610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6227669724093512610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/Maq98gy5fAE/15-years-baby.html" title="15 Years Baby...." /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/S2EMaZ3OGBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BXNDiC72WgI/s72-c/Picture%2B098.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/01/15-years-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHSH88fyp7ImA9WxBXEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-8792324942080816150</id><published>2010-01-20T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:27:19.177-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-20T20:27:19.177-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><title>Oh, Mr.Shuester</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I posted this in my facebook links...Songs from this super famous show GLEE which has actually got me so hooked. I love it to the max and much more Mr.Shuester, (played by James Morrison)...He is so cute and too damn hot! Look how sexy he is in this video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQ8O2KRSTWY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQ8O2KRSTWY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is his version of Thong Song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV56Dm7wVL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV56Dm7wVL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another sample of his singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5C3vFYEg9r0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5C3vFYEg9r0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh..i just can't get enough of him and of GLEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-8792324942080816150?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/CnGsFTZpOFU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8792324942080816150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=8792324942080816150" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8792324942080816150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/8792324942080816150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/CnGsFTZpOFU/oh-mrshuester.html" title="Oh, Mr.Shuester" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-mrshuester.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAQ3Y4eCp7ImA9WxBQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-3319974492522699513</id><published>2010-01-18T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:24:02.830-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-18T19:24:02.830-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>This Made Me Cry</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why every time I hear this song, I cry..Maybe it's the melody or probably the lyrics...Oh well it's the....oh here's the video and lyrics of the song...listen to it, enjoy and you'll know what i mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon siyang estilong kanya lamang&lt;br /&gt;Ang kanyang pagkababae ang dinadahilan&lt;br /&gt;Pagsubok sa pag-ibig walang katapusan&lt;br /&gt;'Di naman daw nagdududa, naniniguro lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba ngunit kahit ganyan siya,&lt;br /&gt;Minamahal ko siya, wala nang hahanapin pa.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano'ng sabihin ng iba, minamahal ko siya,&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang hahanapin pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di raw nagseselos ngunit nagbibilang&lt;br /&gt;ng oras 'pag ako'y ginagabi&lt;br /&gt;At biglang maamo 'pag may kailangan&lt;br /&gt;'Pag nakuha na ikaw ay itatabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba ngunit kahit ganyan siya,&lt;br /&gt;Minamahal ko siya, wala nang hahanapin pa.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano'ng sabihin ng iba, minamahal ko siya,&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang hahanapin pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di magpapatalo 'pag mayroong alitan.&lt;br /&gt;'Di aamin ng mali, magbabagong isip lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba ngunit kahit ganyan siya,&lt;br /&gt;Sinasamba ko siya,&lt;br /&gt;Minamahal ko pa,&lt;br /&gt;Walang kaduda-duda,&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang hahanapin pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llcAkt0I8TE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/llcAkt0I8TE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-3319974492522699513?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/-SdA2_kbYMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3319974492522699513/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=3319974492522699513" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/3319974492522699513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/3319974492522699513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/-SdA2_kbYMU/this-made-me-cry.html" title="This Made Me Cry" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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going back to work. First week at the tutorials started January 7 and the moment I saw my students came in I realized I missed their kakulitan..  My gosh! ten days of not seeing them means SERENITY...It was chaos having 3 of the funniest and  energetic students all by myself for  tutorials yet I was literally floating while teaching. It's like I am functioning because I knew too well the routine..I was still on vacation mode...lolz! Good thing my students didn't have homework yet....and tutorial hours have been way too short these days..and my paycheck is affected....hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-6788275495038134622?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/piIPercT6dc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6788275495038134622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=6788275495038134622" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6788275495038134622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6788275495038134622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/piIPercT6dc/holidays-over.html" title="Holiday's Over" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNQn85eip7ImA9WxBSFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-2748894543568219887</id><published>2009-12-23T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:58:13.122-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-24T07:58:13.122-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>What I Got for Christmas</title><content type="html">'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the time of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; when everyone seems to be in a festive mood, are a bit nicer and giving. I got myself a handful of gifts way before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; an&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;d I&lt;/span&gt; just wanted to share it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was the very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; gift I received. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzLZSxNKQMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ocsPdWzUxfY/s1600-h/puto-seko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzLZSxNKQMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ocsPdWzUxfY/s400/puto-seko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418632218149535938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;puto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seko&lt;/span&gt; from Joanna vacuum sealed and packed and wrapped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sinamay&lt;/span&gt; bag. She gave it first week of December and I remember how excited she was when she handed it to us. And this was her line, in a very sweet tone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" i know it's kinda early, but then merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, it was my tutorial student C, who gave gifts. This was what she gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CYBRNE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CYBRNE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4j86GU_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/6hPSC5mxz2c/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4j86GU_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/6hPSC5mxz2c/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455491976516594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;custaroons&lt;/span&gt; was an instant hit to everyone and we ended up ordering ourselves too. By the second week of December, while all of us tutors were busy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt; doing reviewers for our students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;trimestral&lt;/span&gt; exams, we received these cool bag organizers from the preschool/tutorial center &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;directress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4Zg7eynI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PXEd1PR1xNU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4Zg7eynI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PXEd1PR1xNU/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455312667429490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really need these organizer. Then a few days after Larry, gave me a gift check, or a complimentary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; drink from Starbucks. This was  posted on my previous entry. Siblings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; and Nina got me pouch bag similar to this one, but theirs is embroidered silk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4Z8lRbQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5B-KwiK7T7Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4Z8lRbQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5B-KwiK7T7Y/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455320090471682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Poch&lt;/span&gt; and Pepi gave me a set of lip balm similar to this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4aaKP5dI/AAAAAAAAAUo/53woRyq9Gnc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4aaKP5dI/AAAAAAAAAUo/53woRyq9Gnc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455328030189010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joaquin sent me rye bread, packed in three's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4as-0PzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/z_UpoMPGsqg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4as-0PzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/z_UpoMPGsqg/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455333082513202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siblings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bei&lt;/span&gt; and Alexi gave me a set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;L'Occitane&lt;/span&gt; En Provence. They dropped it off to the tutorial center right before going home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4jbGbEtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/u3CEnGHk924/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4jbGbEtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/u3CEnGHk924/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455482901402322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was T. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Auds&lt;/span&gt; gift for me...a box of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4bBrpYRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-5GHb0q4b8k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzI4bBrpYRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-5GHb0q4b8k/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455338639253778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On that note let me say: MERRY CHRISTMAS Everybody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-2748894543568219887?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/VPXooCHTnNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2748894543568219887/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=2748894543568219887" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/2748894543568219887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/2748894543568219887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/VPXooCHTnNQ/what-i-got-for-christmas.html" title="What I Got for Christmas" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SzLZSxNKQMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ocsPdWzUxfY/s72-c/puto-seko.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-got-for-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCSXkyfSp7ImA9WxBSEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-6166135774176769259</id><published>2009-12-18T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:47:48.795-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T10:47:48.795-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>It's Almost Christmas and What Have I Been Doing</title><content type="html">Just came from preschool &amp;amp; tutorial teachers and staff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; party. We had a lot of fun and what I liked about it was &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt; the laid back feel yet everyone seems to be enjoying and laughter was really all over the room. It's just like a Sunday lunch with your family. The days prior to the party however was quite hectic for us tutors. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; students &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trimestral&lt;/span&gt; exams and I have spent sleepless nights making reviewers and trying to sneak in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping and bazaar hopping..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;! My tutorial sessions was made more fun and enjoying by my cutie little preschoolers who stays at the center and do stuff while waiting for their parents to pick them up...&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvL0mVabFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lIWX1g78tWc/s1600-h/IMG0011A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvL0mVabFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lIWX1g78tWc/s400/IMG0011A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416647081347148882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; drawing transformer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvLmLTD3XI/AAAAAAAAATw/J9iyvunOn4I/s1600-h/IMG0014A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvLmLTD3XI/AAAAAAAAATw/J9iyvunOn4I/s400/IMG0014A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646833571356018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zo&lt;/span&gt; playing with the clay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; the time time of year where gifts are always abundant, my students have been so sweet to send me some presents. There was one gift I really appreciated, though because it was coming from Larry, a 14-yr old boy with special needs. He looks and speaks like normal kid but he feels like he is always in a war..This is what he gave me..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvLm693uhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_og-PrMGdQA/s1600-h/IMG0019A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvLm693uhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_og-PrMGdQA/s400/IMG0019A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646846367382034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[a complimentary drink from Starbucks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvLmuQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/x7Kkgp7ovBU/s1600-h/IMG0018A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvLmuQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/x7Kkgp7ovBU/s400/IMG0018A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646842955108370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[and this is what he wrote on the card]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-6166135774176769259?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/_IDbCcohzR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6166135774176769259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=6166135774176769259" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6166135774176769259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6166135774176769259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/_IDbCcohzR4/its-almost-christmas-and-what-have-i.html" title="It's Almost Christmas and What Have I Been Doing" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6go38jr3GxI/SyvL0mVabFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lIWX1g78tWc/s72-c/IMG0011A.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-almost-christmas-and-what-have-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MRXs-fSp7ImA9WxNbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-4830309172721839049</id><published>2009-11-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:23:04.555-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-18T19:23:04.555-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><title>Song Titles</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got tagged on this meme by a friend on facebook and thought I'd share it with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST (or two!), cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to however many people you like and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick Your Artist: U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female: Lady With a Spinning Head (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: Two Shots of Happy,One Shot of Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself: Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live: In God's Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere you wanted to go: Where the Streets Have No Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation: FastCars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is: Dancing Barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color is: Ultraviolet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like: Indian Summer Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of day: Night and Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you: A Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give: Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would it be: Jean Genie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite food is: Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day: Love is Blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die: Exit (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto: Walk On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-4830309172721839049?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/Nelkf8mAPdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4830309172721839049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=4830309172721839049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/4830309172721839049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/4830309172721839049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/Nelkf8mAPdY/song-titles.html" title="Song Titles" /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-titles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHR3oyeSp7ImA9WxNbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300304239990648638.post-6247796487545195844</id><published>2009-11-17T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:38:56.491-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T19:38:56.491-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>The Week That Was</title><content type="html">Monday,was quite a toxic day for me. I woke up early and realized I needed to grab some more sleep so I'll be refreshed during my tutorial schedule in the afternoon. I was not able to sleep anymore as I realized I have to be early at the center..&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I found some cool site where you could build an online store without having to spend a lot. The past few days I have been busy creating designs or rather designing the stuff I would be selling for my online store and I am enjoying it. MY online store is called Kraftika Stuff. Will talk about this more on my posts in the future.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My tutorial pre-schooler Marchie, passed his entrance exam in big school..I couldn't be more proud.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside my other preschooler Joaquin,when he had his mock interview because he sort of doesn't like to talk to the teacher interviewing him. But he answered the questions after a while.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Gave my tutorial student Cheska,some chocolates for her birthday. And I was just proud that she got the highest grade on her Science quiz.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Have been a really busy time for me, but seeing kids smiles is fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-6247796487545195844?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/kKwn5qllUQE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6247796487545195844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=6247796487545195844" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/6247796487545195844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musicals" /><title>He Brought me To YOu</title><content type="html">I just love this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE BROUGHT ME TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xtian:in search of my life and my one true love&lt;br /&gt;i pray to almighty god above&lt;br /&gt;and his masterful voice directed me to&lt;br /&gt;the many things i was destined to do&lt;br /&gt;so i sailed across the mighty sea&lt;br /&gt;persued knowledge of the highest degree&lt;br /&gt;took to learning new things&lt;br /&gt;experience new thrills&lt;br /&gt;felt my life was completely fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of my amazing quest&lt;br /&gt;after proving myself by achieving success&lt;br /&gt;i hope to find a prize so rare&lt;br /&gt;priceless treasure beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;for god promised he would give me love&lt;br /&gt;a love without measure&lt;br /&gt;trusting and true&lt;br /&gt;and behold my dear sapphire&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to you&lt;br /&gt;he brouight me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sapphire:in dearch of my life and my one true love&lt;br /&gt;i pray to almighty god above&lt;br /&gt;his compassionate voice directed me to&lt;br /&gt;the many things i was destined to do&lt;br /&gt;and in my private reverie&lt;br /&gt;i read of lands across the sea&lt;br /&gt;i imagined enchanting hollow and hill&lt;br /&gt;worlds beyond my windowsill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through all of these&lt;br /&gt;my fancy quest&lt;br /&gt;i cherish the secret, held close to my breast&lt;br /&gt;i hope to find a prize so rare&lt;br /&gt;priceless treasure beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;for god promised he would give me love&lt;br /&gt;a love without measure&lt;br /&gt;trusting and true&lt;br /&gt;and behold my dear christian&lt;br /&gt;and behold my dear sapphire&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to you&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xtian and sapphire: my heart knew this without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;that's what destiny's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xtian:god promised he would bring me love&lt;br /&gt;sapphire: a love strong and true&lt;br /&gt;xtian: a promise he fulfilled above&lt;br /&gt;he bought me to you&lt;br /&gt;sapphire:he brought me you&lt;br /&gt;xtian: he bought me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xtian:in search of my life and my one true love&lt;br /&gt;i pray to almighty god above&lt;br /&gt;and his masterful voice directed me to&lt;br /&gt;the many things i was destined to do&lt;br /&gt;so i sailed across the mighty sea&lt;br /&gt;persued knowledge of the highest degree&lt;br /&gt;took to learning new things&lt;br /&gt;experience new thrills&lt;br /&gt;felt my life was completely fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of my amazing quest&lt;br /&gt;after proving myself by achieving success&lt;br /&gt;i hope to find a prize so rare&lt;br /&gt;priceless treasure beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;for god promised he would give me love&lt;br /&gt;a love without measure&lt;br /&gt;trusting and true&lt;br /&gt;and behold my sweet jewel&lt;br /&gt;he brought me to you&lt;br /&gt;he brouight me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jewel: what is this is feel&lt;br /&gt;is this for real&lt;br /&gt;the longing inside that i just cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;in search of this feeling they all call love&lt;br /&gt;how could i've known someone up above&lt;br /&gt;i find this rare and priceless treasure waiting&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a story but fantasy&lt;br /&gt;it's as real as his love for me&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is true&lt;br /&gt;what i feel for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb9GwEB11s0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb9GwEB11s0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertainment" /><title>This is It..</title><content type="html">So I finally get to watch the much talked about MJ film. Was not planning to because I have been really busy the week that was, but after hearing almost all the people I know giving out rave reviews of the movie I got more curious..And my student, told me what the video was about, and she even copied the " Beat It" dance..lol! Then she told me-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you should watch it teacher"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; That was when I knew I just had to watch it...Enjoyed it a lot and this last song made me cry..Apart from "Man in the Mirror" of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is it, here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, I feel grand&lt;br /&gt;Got this love I can feel&lt;br /&gt;And I know yes for sure it is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels as though I’ve seen your face a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;And you said you really know me too yourself&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you have got addicted with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But you say you gonna live it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard a single word about you&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wasn’t my plan&lt;br /&gt;I never thught that I would be your lover&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby, just understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, I can say,&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, run away&lt;br /&gt;We can feel, this is real&lt;br /&gt;Every time I’m in love that I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel as though I’ve known you since 1,000 years&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me that you’ve seen my face before.&lt;br /&gt;And you said to me you don’t wnat me hanging round&lt;br /&gt;Many times, wanna do it here before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard a single word about you&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wasn’t my plan&lt;br /&gt;I never thught that I would be your lover&lt;br /&gt;C’mon baby, just understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, I can feel&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, this is real&lt;br /&gt;Feel my song, we can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDiq-hUlu_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDiq-hUlu_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300304239990648638-5256210546571247049?l=eilatalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeInWords/~4/1_Kbq-xaoUA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5256210546571247049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300304239990648638&amp;postID=5256210546571247049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/5256210546571247049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300304239990648638/posts/default/5256210546571247049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeInWords/~3/1_Kbq-xaoUA/this-is-it.html" title="This is It.." /><author><name>Eila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17226920065735781350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://eilatalks.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

