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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:01:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Strangest Secret in Life</title><description>My Journal to Learning and Living the Law of Attraction</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/StrangestSecretInLife" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-1082895671424274013</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T00:10:35.305-07:00</atom:updated><title>on leave....for now</title><description>Well, things have been happening lately....out of control, that is. My fault, they say... Hardheaded as I am, I say.... not everything!&lt;br /&gt;For now I won't be posting as much as I used to be. Personal reasons that I have to ironed out, for myself and for my prescious sanity!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-1082895671424274013?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-leavefor-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-2138767145806399061</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:38.296-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">accessories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>LOve to eat your neck...lace?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_Wex6ea4pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PVZrGhSO3Bk/s1600-h/mcdo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185225126334620306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_Wex6ea4pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PVZrGhSO3Bk/s320/mcdo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are miniature necklaces the size of a 1peso coin only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want to order them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look for them at multply.com&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/7879601956393181797-2138767145806399061?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-to-eat-your-necklace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_Wex6ea4pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PVZrGhSO3Bk/s72-c/mcdo" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-6497972500772476308</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:38.445-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><title>Ribbons and Medals Galore</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WcA6ea4oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Am-CQupVvhY/s1600-h/recog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185222085497774722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WcA6ea4oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Am-CQupVvhY/s320/recog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My wish for these kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That they'll grow up to reap more ribbons and medals in their lives and know that education is the best gift we parents can give them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(looking fo my kid? she's the smallest one)&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/7879601956393181797-6497972500772476308?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/ribbons-and-medals-galore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WcA6ea4oI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Am-CQupVvhY/s72-c/recog3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-696791505331656060</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:38.671-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tshirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pinoy</category><title>I swear TSHIRT</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WYvKea4nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jeK_jP_k5IA/s1600-h/PutoAd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185218482020213362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WYvKea4nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jeK_jP_k5IA/s320/PutoAd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;for pinoys out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know what this means.&lt;/span&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/7879601956393181797-696791505331656060?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-swear-tshirt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WYvKea4nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jeK_jP_k5IA/s72-c/PutoAd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-8285343390633310627</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T20:29:55.536-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Filipino</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pinoy</category><title>Pinoy wit at its best!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://chrischelleong.blogspot.com/2008/04/filipino-signs-of-wit.html"&gt;Filipino Signs of Wit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign in a flower shop in Diliman called Petal Attraction&lt;br /&gt;A 24-hour restaurant called Doris Day &amp;amp; Night&lt;br /&gt;Barber shop called Felix The Cut&lt;br /&gt;A bakery named Bread Pitt&lt;br /&gt;Fast-food place selling 'maruya' (banana fritters) called Maruya Carey&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is Christopher Plumbing&lt;br /&gt;A boutique called The Way We Wear&lt;br /&gt;A video rental shop called Leon King Video Rental&lt;br /&gt;A restaurant in Cainta district of Rizal called Caintacky Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;A local burger restaurant called Mang Donald's&lt;br /&gt;A doughnut shop called MacDonuts&lt;br /&gt;A shop selling 'lumpia' (egg roll) in Makati called Wrap and Roll&lt;br /&gt;And two butcher shops called Meating Place and Meatropolis.Smart travelers can decipher what may look like baffling signs to unaccustomed foreigners by simply sounding out the 'Taglish'. The Philippine version of English words spelled and pronounced with a heavy Filipino such as:&lt;br /&gt;At a restaurant menu in Cebu ? We hab sopdrink in can an in batol?[translation: We have soft drinks in can and in bottle].&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is a sewing accessories shop called Bids And Pises[translation: Beads and Pieces --or-- Bits and Pieces]There are also many signs with either badly chosen or misspelled words butthey are usually so entertaining that it would be a mistake to 'correct' them like.......&lt;br /&gt;In a restaurant in Baguio City , the 'summer capital' of the Philippines : Wanted: Boy Waitress&lt;br /&gt;On a highway in Pampanga: We Make Modern Antique Furniture&lt;br /&gt;On the window of a photography shop in Cabanatuan : We Shoot You While You Wait&lt;br /&gt;And on the glass front of a cafe in Panay Avenue in Manila : Wanted: Waiter, Cashier, WashierSome of the notices can even give a wrong impression such as:&lt;br /&gt;A shoe store in Pangasinan which has a sign saying:&lt;br /&gt;We Sell Imported Robber Shoes (these could be the 'sneakiest' sneakers!)&lt;br /&gt;A rental property sign in Jaro reads: House For Rent, Fully Furnaced (it must really be hot inside!)Occasionally, one could come across signs that are truly unique - if not altogether odd.&lt;br /&gt;City in southern Philippines which said:Adults: 1 pesoChild: 50 centavosCadavers: fare subject to negotiation&lt;br /&gt;European tourists may also be intrigued to discover two competing shopsselling hopia (a Chinese pastry) called Holland Hopia and Poland Hopia- which are owned and operated by two local Chinese entrepreneurs, Mr. Ho and Mr. Po respectively (believe it or not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a carinderia here in my town that's called DOLLYBEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A "Mang Donalds" Vulcanizing Shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Coo-boh" selling nipa hut cottages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-8285343390633310627?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/pinoy-wit-at-its-best.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-7603419981828818982</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:38.902-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tshirt</category><title>Stand and PEE!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WMDKea4mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vCIJvBJK1DM/s1600-h/Bawal%20mens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185204531966435938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WMDKea4mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vCIJvBJK1DM/s320/Bawal%2520mens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awww......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saw this shirt on multiply site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It means....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOu CaNt *PoopOO HerE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Men's urinals along EDSA set up by the notorious MMDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;were made for PEE only not POO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;arghhhh... &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/7879601956393181797-7603419981828818982?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stand-and-pee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R_WMDKea4mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vCIJvBJK1DM/s72-c/Bawal%2520mens.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-4814028470268062875</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T08:23:12.988-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><title>What to do?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Its summer vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;What to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;A day in the life of a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;8:00am wake up, wash up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;9:00am eat, eat, eat (breakfast &amp;amp; snacks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;10:00am bathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;10:15am to 12:00noon playing while watching Dora, Barney etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;12:30pm  lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1:00pm  visit playmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1:30pm  playtime TV turned on (no more naptime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3:00pm  snack time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3:15pm  playtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;6:30pm  dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;7:00pm  still playtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;9:00pm  go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;10:00pm hit the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She couldn't concentrate when I teach her in the morning to practice her alphabet and writing, no matter what. Whe it comes to her, its a battle of wills. Children are very different today, they can think up of numerous reasons and alibis just so they wont follow what you want them to do. She doesn't have a playmate so I bring her to my friends' house or to her cousins' house so she can have playmates. She would nag me endlessly when will we go to her friends so she can play. She complains that she doen't have anything to do at home. I guess she gets tired of Dora and Barney already. Well it's actually not healthy for a child to just be at home and watching TV or videos even though they are educational for her. There is no ballet or dancing school here in our town as it is her area of interest. Summer is summer spent here. Just doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-4814028470268062875?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-5932373134275301055</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:39.125-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stage mom</category><title>Stage Mom</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-psGqea4cI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yydx9Z9ZjZs/s1600-h/jay_japi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182073182980071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-psGqea4cI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yydx9Z9ZjZs/s200/jay_japi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tell you moms and dads, especially to moms, of course, that it is quite easy if your child is a boy when it comes to school's programs and celebrations. Especially what I had just experienced in regards to my daughter's moving up ceremonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. You have to fix their hair to a couture. She's only four years old and she wakes up late. Imagine how am I going to bathe her, dry her hair, fix her do into something she likes in just thirty minutes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Select a dress that she will like. Good thing if your child just wears anything you put on them. Mine's different. At a very young and tender age of four, she knows how to appreciate good style to "this-will-do" style. I see she's happy when people complement her about her dresses, thats why she's confident and tells you she's sexy. Yes, she knows what's sexy means. To her, it means the dress is great, it looks good on her and she's noticed because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Make up. Not an expertise of mine but with some basic moves, I try not to make her face a canvass for some abstract designs or something. Kidding aside, when my child saw I put something on my eyebrows, she just looks at me. But.... but, beware... Once I leave the room, she will get the eyeliner and do it on herself. Believe the "Keep away from children." label. (this deserves another blog post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Shoes...You dont want your child to be the reflection of your poor taste in clothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-5932373134275301055?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/stage-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-psGqea4cI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yydx9Z9ZjZs/s72-c/jay_japi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-4751520395070379871</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:39.346-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preschool</category><title>been a Bee-zy mom lately</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-plaKea4bI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GR9bTYY_3Hw/s1600-h/jay_class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182065821406126514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-plaKea4bI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GR9bTYY_3Hw/s200/jay_class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what a week that was! Finally it's over. After fidgeting and worrying about what to wear, what to buy, what to do, at last I survived my first and of course my daughter's Graduation Day or Moving Up Ceremonies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I could find the time to doodle here again and think mushy, messy, misery and merry thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-4751520395070379871?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-bee-zy-mom-lately.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-plaKea4bI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GR9bTYY_3Hw/s72-c/jay_class.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-8361473775325137873</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:39.880-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">easter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">salubong</category><title>Easter Traditions</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-Urvqea4aI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v_YF8saXhB4/s1600-h/salubong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180595044215349666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-Urvqea4aI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v_YF8saXhB4/s200/salubong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Easter Festivity unfolds at dawn about 4:00AM exactly with the traditional Salubong or Easter Vigil. Here in the northern part of the Philippines where mostly are Ilocanos, we call it "Sabet-sabet." It is a procession heralding the resurrection of Christ and his reunion with Mary. While the images of Mother and Son are processioned separately around the church, then they meet up at the entrance, a little girl dressed up like an angel replaces the Blessed Virgin’s black veil of grief and mourning, with a white one. The Feast culminates with the celebration of a Holy Mass followed by Easter Egg Hunt at the Church gardens for the kids and kids at heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-8361473775325137873?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-traditions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-Urvqea4aI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v_YF8saXhB4/s72-c/salubong.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-1820391560371784940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-19T19:30:34.046-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">easter</category><title>Happy easter everyone!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://s101.photobucket.com/albums/m46/SummersWish/?action=view&amp;amp;current=easter.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m46/SummersWish/easter.gif" border="0" alt="easter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-1820391560371784940?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-4633152002534175839</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:41.127-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">picky eater</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jollibee</category><title>Birthday at Jollibee</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CWVQin_jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wsLKPpt3s0U/s1600-h/jae+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179304863437684274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CWVQin_jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wsLKPpt3s0U/s200/jae+tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CWLwin_iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oLMAZi3ydIA/s1600-h/jae+tea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179304700228927010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CWLwin_iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oLMAZi3ydIA/s200/jae+tea2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CVxwin_gI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D0sHnlTYoXA/s1600-h/jbdaysolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179304253552328194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CVxwin_gI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D0sHnlTYoXA/s200/jbdaysolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CVyAin_hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/35lRzUiC8R4/s1600-h/jb+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179304257847295506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CVyAin_hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/35lRzUiC8R4/s200/jb+all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here in the Philippines, Jollibee is the number one fastfood restaurant. Here in my town, unfortunately, there's no McDonalds yet. Hoping they will set-up their branch here in Solano, Nueva Vizcaya this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My daughter celebrated her birthday at Jollibee last March 12, 2008. It is not actually a birthday party though. She celebrated her birthday party at school. We just ate there. Together with her cousins and grandmother (father's side), my daughter was very happy and giggly and hyperactive. She could not concentrate on her food and she likes to run to and from the playground. When asked how old she is, she just flashes her four fingers to you. She tells me she is long, (not tall). She ordered chickenjoy together with her cousins. My daughter will not eat spaghetti like most children. She doesn't like the sauce and would only eat the pasta. She also doesn't like catsup with her french fries. She would rather dip it into her gravy. She doesn't like the burger, but only like to take a bite on the bread. Choosy you say? Nahhh. I say eccentric eater. One more thing, she only likes the skin of the hotdog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7879601956393181797-4633152002534175839?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-at-jollibee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R-CWVQin_jI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wsLKPpt3s0U/s72-c/jae+tea.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-6981250913549746147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T21:07:44.826-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">golden rules</category><title>Golden Rules for Living</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you open it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;close it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you turn it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;turn it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you unlock it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lock it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you break it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you can't fix it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call someone who can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you borrow it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;return it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you value it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you make a mess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you move it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it belongs to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and you want to use it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't know how to operate it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leave it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it's none of your business,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't ask questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If ain't broke, don't fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it will brighten someone's day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it will tarnish someone's reputation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;keep it to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If they give you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if you don't like it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still say thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-6981250913549746147?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/golden-rules-for-living.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-329307623314533069</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:41.632-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">manila ocean park</category><title>Still at the park</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UEqQin_bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rgFWkfPf2vQ/s1600-h/oceanprk+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176048470773464498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UEqQin_bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rgFWkfPf2vQ/s200/oceanprk+map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Map of Manila. How to get to the Manila Ocean Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UEQgin_aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5d83HwOwmPs/s1600-h/oceanprkfloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176048028391832994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UEQgin_aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5d83HwOwmPs/s200/oceanprkfloor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The floor plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UD-win_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_uLHIKkk4Pg/s1600-h/oceanprk+mla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176047723449154962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UD-win_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_uLHIKkk4Pg/s200/oceanprk+mla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Manila Ocean Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Park Rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flash Photography is not allowed as this scares the marine animals. One specie we saw was injured at its mouth due to camera flash. Better to bring digital camera. The park is open from10:00am to 9:00pm Mondays to Sundays. Food and beverages are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-329307623314533069?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-at-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9UEqQin_bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rgFWkfPf2vQ/s72-c/oceanprk+map.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-6855129693365399002</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:41.848-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">manila ocean park</category><title>The Manila Ocean Park</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T-awin_VI/AAAAAAAAADg/oTh7DeJpmV0/s1600-h/ocean+ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176041607415725394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T-awin_VI/AAAAAAAAADg/oTh7DeJpmV0/s400/ocean+ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the proof that I really went there! huh! Well they still don't have much souvenirs to take home or any give-aways for that matter, so I kept these tickets. The admission ticket for adults is Php 400.00 while for a child, it is Php 350.00. It's a big chunk from our allowance but I tell you, it's really worth it. If not for the limited time we were alloted to, (bec. we have to go to Avilon Zoo) I would have gladly stayed the whole day. Looking at the variety of fishes swimming could take the reality and the problems away. I felt transported to the vastness of the real ocean for just a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch came and we saw how they fed the stingrays and the sharks and the multitude of marine species. It was such a great experience. Stingrays are 'hand fed.' They were like babies that are spoon fed, straight to their mouth. Even the Electric Eel is hand fed by the scuba diver. It was like Fiesta! How I wish I was the one feeding them that exact moment. It was just so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T-Bgin_UI/AAAAAAAAADY/J6HIPKLiVlc/s1600-h/ocean+ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7879601956393181797-6855129693365399002?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/manila-ocean-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T-awin_VI/AAAAAAAAADg/oTh7DeJpmV0/s72-c/ocean+ticket.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-3065308060843990378</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:42.263-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fieldtrip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">manila ocean park</category><title>Ocean Park Manila</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T3WAin_PI/AAAAAAAAACw/QJ4tdE167Og/s1600-h/oceanpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176033829229952242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T3WAin_PI/AAAAAAAAACw/QJ4tdE167Og/s320/oceanpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last March 4, 2008, the United Methodist Kiddie Kollege of Solano, Nueva Vizcaya went to the newly opened MANILA OCEAN PARK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were so excited, not just the children but us too, the parents and the guardians to visit the first world-class themed park. The Ocean Mall (as I like to call it) is a fusion bringing together in one complex an Oceanarium, a mall, a restaurant row, boutique hotel, open water marine habitats and multi-purpose function facilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we visited the site, it's just a few meters walk from the Museo Pambata which we visited first as part of the students' fieldtrip itinerary. Located behind the Quirino Granstand at the Luneta Park, so it's not difficult to locate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody had a grand time. Aside from those who have seen the Hongkong Ocean Park and the Sentosa in Singapore, it was a first time for most of us. Even those who have seen some oceanarium could attest the beauty and the size of the new Ocean Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My child's favorite is no other than the stingray. At first, she thought it was a bird, because of its wing-like body. Even after I explained it to her that it was not a bird, when her Papa called asking what she saw in the Ocean Park, she still replied, "a bird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The picture above is together with her teachers and some students of the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-3065308060843990378?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ocean-park-manila.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R9T3WAin_PI/AAAAAAAAACw/QJ4tdE167Og/s72-c/oceanpark.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-614916073857614408</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:42.825-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philippines</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Solano Nueva Vizcaya</category><title>my place! my town! my country!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8mD9EM_yLI/AAAAAAAAACo/5ebu_R-LmJc/s1600-h/my+solamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172810732135237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8mD9EM_yLI/AAAAAAAAACo/5ebu_R-LmJc/s200/my+solamo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a site dedicated to my hometown and province, with lots of pictures to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please click on the link to see: (thanks to the site owner. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.batch2006.com/visit_nueva_vizcaya.htm"&gt;http://www.batch2006.com/visit_nueva_vizcaya.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.batch2006.com/visit_solano.htm"&gt;http://www.batch2006.com/visit_solano.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7879601956393181797-614916073857614408?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-place-my-town-my-country.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8mD9EM_yLI/AAAAAAAAACo/5ebu_R-LmJc/s72-c/my+solamo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-7490824529693116618</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-01T07:24:29.191-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Solano Nueva Vizcaya</category><title>View from my Window</title><description>&lt;a href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f378/jnyjtiririt/?action=view&amp;current=Img_3130sol.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f378/jnyjtiririt/Img_3130sol.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-7490824529693116618?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/view-from-my-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-7608373111900308470</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-05T06:10:01.337-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sub-personalities</category><title>What's your Sub-Personalities?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is a Sub-Personality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub-Personality is a constellation of feelings, attitudes and behavior which is solidified and emerges out of a specific need. Subpersonalites develop as a way of getting along in the world, and are the faces that we project to others. Each subpersonality is a distinct energy system. Each represents "a person who lives within us" or our various styles of relating to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Most subpersonalities crystallize and grow early in life as coping strategies or protective mechanisms in response to meeting our needs and wants. They emerge as our styles of "being in the world". We all have many of these distinct energy patterns and unfortunately they make no commitment to cooperating with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We occasionally experience internally conflicting needs, desires or beliefs. In such inner conflicts, when our "sub-personalities" or "personas" have conflicting needs, we are not sure what to do or which decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;SOME SAMPLE CONFLICTS&lt;br /&gt;Let us look at some examples of the inner conflicts that may disturb our peace.&lt;br /&gt;1. One part of ourselves may feel we need to spend more time on our professional life while another part may believe we should spend more time with our family.&lt;br /&gt;2. A part of ourselves may want to open up to a conscious love relationship, while another part fears being abandoned, hurt, suppressed, manipulated, or being unable to be ourselves in that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;3. One part of ourselves may want to give those around us (children, spouses, friends) total freedom to pursue their happiness in their own ways, while another part fears losing control.&lt;br /&gt;4. The part of ourselves that wants to please others may come into direct conflict with our desire to satisfy our own needs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Part of ourselves may want others to support us, while the other feels restricted by their support or advice.&lt;br /&gt;6. One part of ourselves may want spiritual growth, while another may feel the need for material security.&lt;br /&gt;7. One part of ourselves may want to help loved ones or friends, but the other may feel that perhaps we are doing them harm by continuously bailing them out and not letting them solve their own problems.&lt;br /&gt;8. One part of ourselves may feel a need to protect the planet by living a simple life with very little consumption of energy and products, while another part may want to enjoy all the comforts of an energy consuming, pollution producing lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;9. One part of ourselves may want to take a new job or leave a job that we have, while another part wants the opposite for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;10. One part of ourselves may believe in cooperating with others, while another finds that difficult.&lt;br /&gt;11. One part of ourselves may have a desire for various objects or situations as a source of pleasure, while another part may feel, this is a sin, or that we are not spiritual if we partake of such pleasures. It may feel this type of pleasure seeking is a waste of time and energy considering our spiritual goals.&lt;br /&gt;12. One part of ourselves may feel the need to have an exclusive relationship in which our happiness and security depend upon another person (usually a mate). Another part may find this an obstacle toward its need for independence, self-sufficiency, and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;13. Our need for personal love may conflict with our need to develop universal love.&lt;br /&gt;14. Our need to forgive may conflict with our need to hold on to negative feelings toward someone.&lt;br /&gt;15. Our need to employ various disciplines may conflict with our need to feel free to do whatever we please whenever we choose.&lt;br /&gt;16. Our need to follow our inner voice may conflict with our need to be like others and be accepted by them.&lt;br /&gt;17. Our need to express our feelings as they are may conflict with our need not to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;18. Our need to express our real feelings and thoughts might clash with our need to have the others¢ acceptance. 19. Our need to follow a spiritual guide might conflict with our need to rebel against all types of advice or control. 20. Our need to control persons and situations in order to feel secure may conflict with our need to let things flow and allow others to act freely.&lt;br /&gt;21. Our need never to show weakness may conflict with our need to share our weaknesses with others or seek their help.&lt;br /&gt;22. Our desire not to ask anything from others may conflict with our need to have their help and support.&lt;br /&gt;23. Our need for a stable routine for our balance and growth may conflict with our need for variety and change. 24. Our need to play our familiar emotional relationship games may conflict with our desire to get free ourselves from them.&lt;br /&gt;25. One part of us wants to face and overcome our fears and blockages while another prefers to avoid and ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WE CAN DO ABOUT INNER CONFLICTS&lt;br /&gt;1. We first need to get to know these various parts of ourselves by keeping a daily diary in which we refer to them by names that represent their particular qualities needs or emotions.&lt;br /&gt;2. We can keep a separate page for each persona in which we list its particular needs, desires, fears, emotions, reactions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;3. We then need to discover for each persona the core belief that creates, sustains and drives it.&lt;br /&gt;4. We must accept each persona as a natural development in our evolution process. Regardless of whether there is use for its continued existence, at some point, it served some purpose in our search for security, self-worth, freedom and equilibrium. We can perceive each persona as one of our children, whom we accept and love regardless of its immaturity. Our purpose is to now educate that persona and help it to manifest its higher potential.&lt;br /&gt;5. We can then allow each persona to express itself in its own unique way through dance, writing, drawing, work, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6. We then move on to let them communicate between themselves.&lt;br /&gt;a. By writing a dialogue like a one act play in which they communicate back and forth expressing: complaints, needs, feelings, beliefs, as well as questions which they have for each other. In this conversation questions are asked and then answered by the other party, or perhaps arguments or accusations made on the one part to be rebutted by the other. Attempts are made by each part to get what it needs from the other. The ultimate purpose is to create an atmosphere of communication, understanding and cooperation between these two personas with conflicting needs. b. The same process can then be done verbally as described below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: &lt;a href="http://www.holisticharmony.com/"&gt;Robert Elias Najemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His book The Psychology of Happiness is available at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0971011605/holisticharmo-20"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0971011605/holisticharmo-20&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.holisticharmony.com/psychofhappiness.html"&gt;http://www.holisticharmony.com/psychofhappiness.html&lt;/a&gt;You can download FREE articles and e-books from &lt;a href="http://www.holisticharmony.com/"&gt;http://www.holisticharmony.com/&lt;/a&gt; where you can also receive guidance on life issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-7608373111900308470?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-your-sub-personalities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-5220216395030569492</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 08:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:43.052-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taniguchi</category><title>How do I discipline a child?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8fNaUM_yKI/AAAAAAAAACg/WvLWAujlAAY/s1600-h/jae+feb14majj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172328549041817762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8fNaUM_yKI/AAAAAAAAACg/WvLWAujlAAY/s200/jae+feb14majj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The path to true discipline is to recognize and encourage the divine nature within all children." from Dr. Taniguchi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do we guide children properly when they show strong opposition? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not underestimate children's understanding of the truth. Do not think that using force or reprimands are the only way to reform a child. There is a divine nature within children. Divine nature is a Heavenly thing. It is "truth" itself. It is natural that "truth" complies with truth. Use reason with children as if speaking to an adult. If what you say is reasonable, children will surely be pleased to go along with reason. Nowadays very few parents reason with their children. They simply force their children to do what they tell them. If this should fail, they then resort to violence and punishment . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to develop clear creative thinking power in the minds of children, they must be trained from childhood to think for themselves and do things based on their own opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we shout and scream or even strike the child, what have we taught the child? We may have succeeded in suppressing the activity but at the cost of teaching fear and the use of violence in getting our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Dr. Taniguchi puts it, "Children's lives are an exact replica of their parents'. It is impossible for children to live a lofty life, even if they are told to do so, when the parents themselves do not." The secret lies not in the use of force but in using reason and respect. Children reflect back to us the way we have treated them in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As parents our job is not to control our children as if they were little robots but rather to nurture the inner good and help them develop the most important tools of life's journey which are courage, prompt decision and intuitional judgement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;article from &lt;a href="http://www.snitruth.org/parent2.htm"&gt;http://www.snitruth.org/parent2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-5220216395030569492?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="text/html" url="http://www.snitruth.org/parent2.htm" length="0" /><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-do-i-discipline-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8fNaUM_yKI/AAAAAAAAACg/WvLWAujlAAY/s72-c/jae+feb14majj.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-729918667542968288</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-29T00:56:14.703-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taniguchi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Teaching a child</category><title>Teaching Children to Have Fun</title><description>I have been having difficulty lately with regards to my daughter's study habits. My patience is being tested everytime she has homework and tests. I try not to pressure her because of her age (barley 4 yrs. old) but me,  schooled in the old ways and studied my lessons all by myself when I was young, have a hard time tutoring her. I found the following article enlightening and would definitely put it to action.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt from the website of Dr. Masaharu Taniguchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Secrets of Getting Children to StudyNurturing Creativity in the Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle behind effective education and learning is a simple one that applies to children of all ages as well as to adults. This principle is joy. When we understand that joy and happiness arise when we are growing and displaying an ever larger portion of our inherent ability and infinite potential, then our objective is clear.&lt;br /&gt;This is a different way of looking at the process of learning. If we regard joy as the essential ingredient, the ingredient that brings life to study, then we realize that where there is no joy, there is no life and study that is lifeless is of very little value. When this principle is kept in mind then what is created in the child is a desire to pursue his interests and talents to their maximum and his life is filled with joy and happiness. Parents often have been conditioned to think that study is work, a kind of chore, something that must be done whatever the effect on attitude. Here often the opposite result is obtained. Children grow up disliking study of any kind because in their minds it is equated with lifeless drudgery. For them life becomes an endless treadmill of existence that seems empty and joyless. This is so because inside the true self is not expressing itself in growth.&lt;br /&gt;Children by nature like to study. You may think that children want to play all the time but it is not true. The reason why they appear to be playing in the eyes of the parent is because they are judging from the standpoint of its usefulness. When children are playing with mud, they are not playing but they are actually studying. They are learning about the nature of mud. What happens when they dig into it? What happens to the color of their hands when mud is on them? What happens when it gets in their eyes? Their hands get rough if they play with it too long. Children are studying and learning by experimenting with these things. When they start to take interest in their studies, they will develop artistic ability, if they have talent, or take interest in physics or chemistry experiments, if they have scientific talent. The modern chemical industry is a product of the growth of those children's talents who started by playing in the sand or mud. The parents are so caught up in the immediate usefulness of what a child is doing and think that playing in the sand or with mud only makes children dirty and really has no merit. That's why they stop them and tell them "to go study." They keep their children away from interesting studies and tell them to study something they have no interest in. Therefore, in the minds of children studying is not interesting.&lt;br /&gt;"Learning is to freely unfold outwardly one's true self, the law, God's life the everlasting life that dwells within."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-729918667542968288?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="text/html" url="http://www.snitruth.org/parent3.htm" length="0" /><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/teaching-children-to-have-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-6136748339124887599</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-01T09:26:29.030-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">law of attraction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Laws of Nature</category><title>Hidden Laws of Nature</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are other equally important hidden laws of nature aside from the Law of Attraction. They are - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. the Law of Affirmation or Suggestion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. the Law of Compensation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. the Law of Causality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-6136748339124887599?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/hidden-laws-of-nature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-6375191611821358694</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:43.242-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peter pan</category><title>Think Happy Thoughts</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8Dzpwn_DeI/AAAAAAAAACY/iTBmE_xA5b8/s1600-h/Peter_Pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170400270974127586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8Dzpwn_DeI/AAAAAAAAACY/iTBmE_xA5b8/s200/Peter_Pan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come with me to Never Land," Peter Pan said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How do we get there?" asked Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We fly, of course," Peter said, zipping around the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then we cannot go," said Wendy sadly. "We do not know how to fly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Flying is easy," Peter Pan said. "JUST THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy, John, and Michael thought very happy thoughts. Tinker Bell sprinkled them with pixie dust. It fell down all over the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, Wendy, John and Michael were zipping and zooming around. They could fly just like Peter Pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter, who is just three years old asked me, "How do we fly mama?" , "Why can they fly?", "Can I fly too?" Imagine my dilemna on how can I explain to a three year old  that people can't  fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sequel to Peter Pan,  Return to Never Land, has this part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jane I knew you could do it," Peter Pan said. "All you needed was faith, trust, and a little pixie dust."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You were right all the time. I will always believe in you, Peter Pan," Jane said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Key words to the story of Peter Pan are  happy thoughts, faith, trust, believe. Now the question is, where do we get some pixie dust in order for us to fly?&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/7879601956393181797-6375191611821358694?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/think-happy-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R8Dzpwn_DeI/AAAAAAAAACY/iTBmE_xA5b8/s72-c/Peter_Pan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-258867705825085852</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T00:36:21.048-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lucky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wants</category><title>Easy to say, Hard to do</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we are asked what we want in life, we answer a lot of things. We want everything, we want more, we want a lot more and we want the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyday we decide that we want this and we want that. We never focus on what we really want. Today I decide I am going to be this, then tomorrow it's another story. This could be the reason why many people dont achieve anything because we cannot focus on what we really want in life.&lt;/div&gt;Everyone wants to be rich. Who doesn't? But the question is always "HOW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are greatly influenced by our environment, by our family, friends and everything else. When we were young, we were influenced by our parents and relatives on deciding what we want. When we are old enough to decide for ourselves, friends can influence us. The media is a very powerful tool when deciding something for our lives. Recently, we watched a tv program that showed people who became rich by defying the odds in their lives. They were poor to start with. One was a fruit vendor and now she is the supplier of imported fruits for the whole region. One was a dancer who worked in Japan and now she owns resorts and some business establishments. Another is a single parent who made money thru selling real estate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we watch these stories on TV, we begin to visualize ouselves in the shoes of those who got rich. We like to experience what they are having. Great cars, fabulous vacations, big and beautiful house, numerous friends and happy family. It makes us feel great! We dream their big dreams. We suddenly decide, "I want to be that person."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another day passed and that dream is forgotten. We are faced with today's problems. We become discouraged and disillusioned. We forgot what we want to be. You suddenly realize that how can you be rich when your salary is not even enough to support your family. You're just a mere employee who needed to please your boss from time to time. You realize that your house is loaned and paying a big interest in the bank. You encounter numerous graft and corruption in your own government that these people steals from the coffers of the government and you are paying taxes for thier pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These situations can and will make a person lose his dreams. It makes him lose his focus on what he wants. Maybe he will just shift gears and be content on where he is, surviving everyday like he will just drift through life without direction and purpose. We tend to adjust or limit our dreams according to our present situation. We lose the picture. On a personal note, I can get really irritated by this remark, "If only I was LUCKY." I can answer you like, "Your name is not LUCKY!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It really helps if you read about self improvement, positive thinking books and self helps, etc. It also helps to have friends to uplift you up, family to support your goals. Most importantly, if you yourself is an optimistic person, that whatever happens in life, you never lose sight of your dreams. Focus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-258867705825085852?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/easy-to-say-hard-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879601956393181797.post-6531119971859392320</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T21:24:43.700-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">michaelangelo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brain painting</category><title>The Brain - The Mind - God?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R7LTPQn_DdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LxXfUHgZhSM/s1600-h/brain372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166423981661556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R7LTPQn_DdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LxXfUHgZhSM/s200/brain372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R7LSZgn_DcI/AAAAAAAAACI/TCxvQKtOwyA/s1600-h/michelangelo33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166423058243587522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R7LSZgn_DcI/AAAAAAAAACI/TCxvQKtOwyA/s200/michelangelo33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see the brain in Michaelangelo's "Creation of Adam?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you also spot the cross section of the brain in Raffaello's "Transfiguration?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched the web on why did Michaelangelo painted God within the Brain. I could not find any satisfactory explanation or dissertion.Explanation #1 : The background drapery of the airborne God is shapped strikingly like a human brain. Medical experst confirm this observation. Michelangelo's study of human anatomy might have helped him in creating such an accurate picture. Explanation #2 : Michelangelo routinely made use of symbolism and humor in both his painting and sculpture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the book "Master Key System" by Charles Haanel, "We are coming to think of God as dwelling in man rather than as operating on men from without."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the "Science of Getting Rich" by Wallace Wattles, "The Intelligent Substance which is All, and in All, and which lives in All and lives in you, is consciously Living Substance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879601956393181797-6531119971859392320?l=strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://strangestsecretinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/brain-mind-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oENOmj5GXQ/R7LTPQn_DdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LxXfUHgZhSM/s72-c/brain372.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
