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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMSH4zfCp7ImA9WxBbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689</id><updated>2010-03-13T23:26:29.084-05:00</updated><title>Woman On A JouRney</title><subtitle type="html">Journal of a Filipina transplanted in the U.S.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>788</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/WomanOnAJourney" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="womanonajourney" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><geo:lat>21.338055</geo:lat><geo:long>-158.024997</geo:long><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">WomanOnAJourney</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGSHs5eSp7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-4121216560976468367</id><published>2010-03-12T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:55:29.521-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T17:55:29.521-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Then Sings My Soul Saturdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith and Spirituality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian Music" /><title>No More Night</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDQijZ0OpaU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDQijZ0OpaU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am just a sojourner in this world.  My journey is filled with numerous trials and pain but I am holding on to my Saviour and His assurance that I will be with Him in that heavenly place  He has prepared for His children.  A place where there are "no more night, no more pain, no more tears, never crying again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May you be blessed by the message of this beautiful song of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Sabbath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-4121216560976468367?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/4121216560976468367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=4121216560976468367" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4121216560976468367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4121216560976468367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/no-more-night.html" title="No More Night" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BRX0_eip7ImA9WxBbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-4423223338809028613</id><published>2010-03-12T10:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:32:34.342-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T10:32:34.342-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nuggets of Wisdom" /><title>Friday Quotes 24</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.atfirstglance.info/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt4/ittybitsingle/FQuotes/FriQuotes.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Treat others as you want them to treat you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; because what goes around comes around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In life, we should think not only about ourselves but also of others.  In our relationships and dealings with people, are we being true and kind, or are we dishonest and rude ?  We should not forget that we reap what we sow, and whatever we do will one day come back to us a hundredfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-4423223338809028613?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/4423223338809028613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=4423223338809028613" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4423223338809028613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4423223338809028613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/friday.html" title="Friday Quotes 24" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGQ3g4eip7ImA9WxBbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-4127140912411671698</id><published>2010-03-11T12:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:37:02.632-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T17:37:02.632-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filipiniana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Litratong Pinoy" /><title>Likas</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5krZcWB-NI/AAAAAAAAF38/nRriunWe35w/s1600-h/button80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5krZcWB-NI/AAAAAAAAF38/nRriunWe35w/s400/button80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447432940386646226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filipino:  Likas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English:  Human nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5ksJgMv9lI/AAAAAAAAF4M/qdAgQdx_eE0/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5ksJgMv9lI/AAAAAAAAF4M/qdAgQdx_eE0/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447433766055179858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fil-Am gathering at Avon Park, FL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5lwKK01AII/AAAAAAAAF4U/KfhwuFbchj4/s1600-h/8925_138921508087_633638087_2506558_6042335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5lwKK01AII/AAAAAAAAF4U/KfhwuFbchj4/s400/8925_138921508087_633638087_2506558_6042335_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447508544288260226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my Pinay friends in Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Likas sa mga Pilipino ang pagiging malapit sa isa't isa.  Gusto namin palaging magsama-sama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filipinos are, by nature, close-knit.  We just love to stick together.&lt;/i&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/125287573216992689-4127140912411671698?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/4127140912411671698/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=4127140912411671698" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4127140912411671698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4127140912411671698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/likas.html" title="Likas" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5krZcWB-NI/AAAAAAAAF38/nRriunWe35w/s72-c/button80.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCSHw5eSp7ImA9WxBbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-7713672342801922742</id><published>2010-03-10T04:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:51:09.221-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T05:51:09.221-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sepia Scenes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida" /><title>Pelican at the Pier</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dxf8T6fpI/AAAAAAAAF3s/Auz83uETls0/s1600-h/sepiascene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dxf8T6fpI/AAAAAAAAF3s/Auz83uETls0/s400/sepiascene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446947067907440274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sepiascenes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sepia Scenes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5d5XSrRpCI/AAAAAAAAF30/AuBr8Fb1Boc/s1600-h/IMG_3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5d5XSrRpCI/AAAAAAAAF30/AuBr8Fb1Boc/s400/IMG_3207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446955715385205794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dxEgClNWI/AAAAAAAAF3k/sPI039wux8g/s1600-h/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dxEgClNWI/AAAAAAAAF3k/sPI039wux8g/s400/IMG_3216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446946596462081378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dumupPDLI/AAAAAAAAF3c/3aUccTtOq50/s1600-h/IMG_3201-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dumupPDLI/AAAAAAAAF3c/3aUccTtOq50/s400/IMG_3201-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446943885962972338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deerfield Beach, Florida&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/125287573216992689-7713672342801922742?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/7713672342801922742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=7713672342801922742" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7713672342801922742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7713672342801922742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/pelican-at-pier.html" title="Pelican at the Pier" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5dxf8T6fpI/AAAAAAAAF3s/Auz83uETls0/s72-c/sepiascene.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08FQ3w8cCp7ImA9WxBbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-7164069160984744630</id><published>2010-03-08T08:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:23:32.278-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T10:23:32.278-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cellphone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home-Based Business" /><title>Free Cellphone Service</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5UVct07l1I/AAAAAAAAF3E/QGI_TcZxfeY/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5UVct07l1I/AAAAAAAAF3E/QGI_TcZxfeY/s200/IMG_3054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446282907456608082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5UNiMPg7WI/AAAAAAAAF28/LrWKX-y2yx8/s1600-h/IMG_3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5UNiMPg7WI/AAAAAAAAF28/LrWKX-y2yx8/s200/IMG_3004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446274205427494242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, you read it correctly.  It is all possible to get your cellphone service for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband recently found out about &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt; and after doing his research on the company and the entire program, he decided to sign up.  It did not take him very long to be able to get his cellphone service for free and make some very serious money in the process.  WOW Mobile has contracted to be a reseller of T-Mobile, which is a Tier 1 cellular service carrier and not some second-rate provider.  Any day now, WOW Mobile will also be contracting with a second Tier 1 carrier, Sprint, and a third is purported to be coming within the next several weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt; is a new subdivision of Liberty International, an 11 year old debt-free company that has operated on the philosophy of "Buy 1, Sell 3- Get Yours Free".  This premise works the same way with &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are 3 different service plans that you can choose from.  There is an unlimited phone only plan for a flat rate of $59.95 a month.  The next one up is an unlimited phone and text messaging plan for $69.95 a month.  Finally, unlimited phone, text messaging and internet plan for $89.95 a month.  As I've mentioned, all three plans are unlimited.  Meaning, unlimited anytime minutes on the phone, unlimited text messaging, unlimited email, web surfing and data transfer with no 5 gigabyte cap like what most other providers impose.  That flat monthly fee includes all taxes and usage fees so you never pay a penny more than the advertised monthly cost.  You always know what your phone bill is going to be.  There are also no contracts, no credit checks, no cancellation fees, no fine print- just a flat monthly fee for the service plan of your choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband is getting his cellphone service for free.  All he did was to get three people to sign up for the WOW Mobile service.  When the third person signed up, husband's phone bill went away.  He used to have service with AT&amp;amp;T with his iPhone.  Although he had another 9 months left  in his contract and would have to pay a charge of $130 to cancel his contract, he did and transferred to WOW Mobile.  I am mathematically challenged but even I could figure out that it was a wise decision for him to get out of his service contract because his monthly bill with AT&amp;amp;T was $135.00.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another great feature of &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt; is that the phone you purchase from them is provisioned at the factory to be its own wireless hotspot.  It transmits a wireless internet signal and you can connect up to ten laptop computers to the internet wirelessly through your phone.  Before, my husband had to pay $68.00 for his monthly Sprint air-card service for his laptop. When he switched to &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt;, he was able to save $135 (monthly cellphone service) and $68 (aircard) or a total monthly savings of $203.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In addition to the obvious savings every month, by simply referring the service to three people, Liberty International pays instant bonuses; shared bonuses, and commissions on a weekly basis.  Husband has already received five checks in the last five weeks and there are already more than 50 people in his own organization who are also getting free cellphone service and making money as well.   With &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt;, you get unlimited monthly cellphone service at an affordable price and a chance to earn income on the side.  People who sign up for the service have an incentive and motivation to try to find three people to subscribe to the service so that they, too, can avail themselves of the free cellphone service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am now using &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt; and bought my 3G phone from them.  Well, husband paid for my phone out of his profits, and I am sharing this blessing with everyone.  I enjoy unlimited talk, text and internet service from my new phone.  I have no aircard so when I am out of the house it used to be a problem getting internet service to my laptop.  With my WOW Mobile service, I can now tether from my phone and enjoy fast internet connection to my laptop anywhere I go.  In fact, when our internet service at home bogs down, we just turn on the tethering feature of our cellphone to get wifi service directly to our computers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I could not possibly explain every detail of &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;WOW Mobile&lt;/a&gt; in this post, but if any of you reading this have any questions, please take a few minutes to visit the &lt;a href="http://getfreemobiletoday.com/wowmobile-overview"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; with a pen and paper and watch the short video.  While viewing, you may want to write down your questions and drop me a comment here in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently, WOW Mobile's service is available in the US, Canada, and Puerto Rico and their new phone is the&lt;a href="http://www.phonearena.com/htmls/Samsung-Galaxy-I7500-Preview-review-r_2173.html"&gt; Samsung Galaxy i7500&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/125287573216992689-7164069160984744630?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/7164069160984744630/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=7164069160984744630" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7164069160984744630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7164069160984744630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/free-cellphone-service.html" title="Free Cellphone Service" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5UVct07l1I/AAAAAAAAF3E/QGI_TcZxfeY/s72-c/IMG_3054.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINQn49cSp7ImA9WxBbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-6746100876103707299</id><published>2010-03-08T00:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:06:33.069-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T08:06:33.069-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health and Fitness" /><title>Humidity and Our Health</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5SKl_kGIfI/AAAAAAAAF20/8M0qwzp2Sqw/s1600-h/img_humid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5SKl_kGIfI/AAAAAAAAF20/8M0qwzp2Sqw/s320/img_humid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446130234720395762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Philippines, along with Thailand and India, are among the most humid places in the world.  On the other hand, Texas, Florida, the coastal parts of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama have the highest humidity among places in the U.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our body is affected by too much humidity.  Respiratory problems may result when the evaporation of sweat from our skin is decreased.  We become easily fatigued and our physical and mental alertness is affected. We are also susceptible to fungal infections because mold spores thrive in damp environment.  So with dust mites.  It is, therefore, important to invest in a good &lt;a href="http://www.ezbreathe.com/"&gt;dehumidifier&lt;/a&gt; to ensure that humidity in our homes is well-regulated.  Its main objective is to remove too much moisture in the air which is not good for the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-6746100876103707299?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/6746100876103707299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=6746100876103707299" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/6746100876103707299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/6746100876103707299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/humidity-and-our-health.html" title="Humidity and Our Health" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5SKl_kGIfI/AAAAAAAAF20/8M0qwzp2Sqw/s72-c/img_humid.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFSHY_fip7ImA9WxBbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-8009563138163733318</id><published>2010-03-07T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:38:39.846-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T23:38:39.846-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women's Issues" /><title>The Phenomenal Woman</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5RuYdRc36I/AAAAAAAAF2s/XHBBWQhZ8UU/s1600-h/StrongWoman1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5RuYdRc36I/AAAAAAAAF2s/XHBBWQhZ8UU/s400/StrongWoman1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446099215851511714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On March 8 the world is celebrating &lt;b&gt;International Women's Day&lt;/b&gt;, a day to commemorate women's achievements around the world, especially in the advancement of equality, justice and peace.  Basically, this day is a celebration of womanhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we celebrate this special day, let us reflect on the courage and determination of women who made sacrifices to advance our cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a personal side, I would like to honor the special women in my life:  my friends, mentors, and most especially, my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phenomenal Woman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Maya Angelou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But when I start to tell them,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They think I'm telling lies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in the reach of my arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The span of my hips,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stride of my step,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The curl of my lips.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I walk into a room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just as cool as you please,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And to a man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Falls down on their knees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then they swarm around me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the fire in my eyes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the flash of my teeth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The swing in my waist,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the joy in my feet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Men themselves have wondered &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What they see in me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They try so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But they can't touch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My inner mystery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I try to show them,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They say they still can't see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in the arch of my back,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sun of my smile,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ride of my breasts,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just why my head's not bowed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't shout or jump about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or have to talk real loud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you see me passing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in the click of my heels,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bend  of my hair,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The palm of my hand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The need for my care,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomenal woman,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/8009563138163733318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/8009563138163733318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/phenomenal-woman.html" title="The Phenomenal Woman" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5RuYdRc36I/AAAAAAAAF2s/XHBBWQhZ8UU/s72-c/StrongWoman1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMR34_eSp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-1011807494457072422</id><published>2010-03-07T18:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:24:46.041-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T18:24:46.041-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Our Weekend Memoirs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida" /><title>Penguin Encounter</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourweekendmemoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Our Weekend Memoirs" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d181/zerisse/blog/OWMbadgeSML.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at these penguins moving around their glassed habitat at Sea World Orlando reminded me of the movie "Happy Feet". These creatures are so lovable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5Q1V_mpAVI/AAAAAAAAF2c/GkksfH8uX2s/s1600-h/IMG_2104-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5Q1V_mpAVI/AAAAAAAAF2c/GkksfH8uX2s/s400/IMG_2104-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036501364801874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxeSnhmJI/AAAAAAAAF2U/7OApIEZEyOc/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxeSnhmJI/AAAAAAAAF2U/7OApIEZEyOc/s400/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446032245861226642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxXEYyInI/AAAAAAAAF2M/UsqwrpILouE/s1600-h/IMG_2110-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxXEYyInI/AAAAAAAAF2M/UsqwrpILouE/s400/IMG_2110-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446032121782215282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxQum8vgI/AAAAAAAAF2E/I8zs9P_6R2E/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxQum8vgI/AAAAAAAAF2E/I8zs9P_6R2E/s400/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446032012856835586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxGCM-NAI/AAAAAAAAF18/-0RmeuC_R7U/s1600-h/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QxGCM-NAI/AAAAAAAAF18/-0RmeuC_R7U/s400/IMG_2111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446031829138027522" /&gt;&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/125287573216992689-1011807494457072422?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/1011807494457072422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=1011807494457072422" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/1011807494457072422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/1011807494457072422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/penguin-encounter.html" title="Penguin Encounter" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5Q1V_mpAVI/AAAAAAAAF2c/GkksfH8uX2s/s72-c/IMG_2104-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQns9eSp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-2400663660175757504</id><published>2010-03-07T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:40:03.561-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T17:40:03.561-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scenic Sunday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida" /><title>Ft. Lauderdale Beach</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Scenic Sunday" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn17/aishaholley/DSCF2768-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ft. Lauderdale Beach on an early Sunday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QqdrVmLlI/AAAAAAAAF10/iiD6ngq-vmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QqdrVmLlI/AAAAAAAAF10/iiD6ngq-vmQ/s400/IMG_3097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446024538735652434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QqXNj9A0I/AAAAAAAAF1s/RDQaE0z1KNw/s1600-h/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QqXNj9A0I/AAAAAAAAF1s/RDQaE0z1KNw/s400/IMG_3130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446024427663590210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/125287573216992689-2400663660175757504?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/2400663660175757504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=2400663660175757504" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2400663660175757504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2400663660175757504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/ft-lauderdale-beach.html" title="Ft. Lauderdale Beach" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5QqdrVmLlI/AAAAAAAAF10/iiD6ngq-vmQ/s72-c/IMG_3097.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBRnsyeip7ImA9WxBUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-3352224087433633870</id><published>2010-03-06T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:22:37.592-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-06T09:22:37.592-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Then Sings My Soul Saturdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith and Spirituality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian Music" /><title>Holy Spirit Rain Down</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful song of praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbXqZmhvu5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbXqZmhvu5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a blessed Sabbath everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-3352224087433633870?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/3352224087433633870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=3352224087433633870" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/3352224087433633870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/3352224087433633870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/holy-spirit-rain-down.html" title="Holy Spirit Rain Down" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMQHc5eyp7ImA9WxBUGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-4403045303314338549</id><published>2010-03-05T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:44:41.923-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-05T19:44:41.923-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and Entertainment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><title>Are You Still in MySpace?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5GW4sS6_wI/AAAAAAAAF1c/XnvDgtL-dC8/s1600-h/myspace1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5GW4sS6_wI/AAAAAAAAF1c/XnvDgtL-dC8/s200/myspace1460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445299325175004930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a time when MySpace was the most popular social networking site in the U.S.  Almost every netizen had a MySpace account.  Lately, however, it has lost its appeal all the more so with the coming of Facebook.   I have a MySpace page but it has been a long time since I logged in my account.  So long that I could no longer remember what  my password or my account name is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing that turns me off about MySpace is that it has become too cluttered with numerous advertisements from sites like &lt;a href="http://www.littlewoodscasino.com/"&gt;online casino&lt;/a&gt;, consumer products to adult websites.  Too much spam, too much junk.  Marketers have taken advantage of the popularity of the website so that they have  been flooding the pages with 'spammy' marketing.  Some online marketers have even gone to the extent of sending spam messages to a member's inbox.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from spam marketing, there have also been complaints about abusive use of this website- complaints about the notoriety of some members as seen from their profile posts and pictures.  Have you read in the news about members who openly posted questionable  pictures and/or videos?  You might have also read about members' criminal activities being discovered through MySpace.   One of my professors advised us against these social networking sites.  Although social networking sites are not, per se, wrong or dangerous, a member must be careful about the stuff he is posting, pictures, and even accepting friend requests.  The internet is an amazing place but at the same time, it is also a dangerous one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/125287573216992689-4403045303314338549?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/4403045303314338549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=4403045303314338549" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4403045303314338549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/4403045303314338549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/are-you-still-in-myspace.html" title="Are You Still in MySpace?" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5GW4sS6_wI/AAAAAAAAF1c/XnvDgtL-dC8/s72-c/myspace1460.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQ3k9eip7ImA9WxBUGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-6270514247297140475</id><published>2010-03-05T15:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:26:42.762-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-05T18:26:42.762-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Photo Flashback" /><title>Friday Photo Flashback</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5FqEjPQ0jI/AAAAAAAAF1U/mgNSxWlnaQw/s1600-h/Nate1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5FqEjPQ0jI/AAAAAAAAF1U/mgNSxWlnaQw/s400/Nate1994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445250050878919218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me with my baby, Nathan Ray, when he was a few months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5Fp8hN04tI/AAAAAAAAF1M/AGI7oifRsaM/s1600-h/2Rays.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5Fp8hN04tI/AAAAAAAAF1M/AGI7oifRsaM/s400/2Rays.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445249912897069778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Nathan twelve years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-6270514247297140475?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/6270514247297140475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=6270514247297140475" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/6270514247297140475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/6270514247297140475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/friday-photo-flasback.html" title="Friday Photo Flashback" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S5FqEjPQ0jI/AAAAAAAAF1U/mgNSxWlnaQw/s72-c/Nate1994.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MAQX05eSp7ImA9WxBUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-7970857104693257183</id><published>2010-03-03T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:10:40.321-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-03T09:10:40.321-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sepia Scenes" /><title>Finding Beauty in Ordinary Things</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45ttPADuGI/AAAAAAAAF08/Eiukgh94Ibw/s1600-h/sepiascene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45ttPADuGI/AAAAAAAAF08/Eiukgh94Ibw/s200/sepiascene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444409623425824866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45thUpEO8I/AAAAAAAAF00/IZp2unrwq1E/s1600-h/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45thUpEO8I/AAAAAAAAF00/IZp2unrwq1E/s400/IMG_3063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444409418781572034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45tc5SQbJI/AAAAAAAAF0s/agxLvKuXqU4/s1600-h/IMG_3063-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45tc5SQbJI/AAAAAAAAF0s/agxLvKuXqU4/s400/IMG_3063-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444409342718667922" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/125287573216992689-7970857104693257183?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/7970857104693257183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=7970857104693257183" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7970857104693257183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7970857104693257183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/finding-beauty-in-ordinary-things.html" title="Finding Beauty in Ordinary Things" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45ttPADuGI/AAAAAAAAF08/Eiukgh94Ibw/s72-c/sepiascene.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFRHs5eSp7ImA9WxBUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-2772603467818936400</id><published>2010-03-03T01:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:26:55.521-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-04T10:26:55.521-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>It's Our Turn</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45qDE9VrmI/AAAAAAAAF0k/YlNxSq69_R8/s1600-h/Elderly-Care-365-748779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45qDE9VrmI/AAAAAAAAF0k/YlNxSq69_R8/s200/Elderly-Care-365-748779.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444405600640675426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Henry Ward Beecher once said, "there is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for a child". Very true. I shall forever be grateful to my mother who singlehandedly raised my brother and me and who tried to give us a good life. I was given a Christian upbringing, a good education, I finished two degrees, lead a comfortable life. Not only is she a good mother, she is also a good grandmother to her grandchildren. My mother is now in her mid-80's and we are continents apart. I am thankful that we have a very loyal helper who's been with us for a decade and she is there with my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;What we have become, we owe a great deal to our parents. They took care of us and made a lot of sacrifices for our well-being. Now that they are in their advancing age, it is our turn to take care of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Filipinos who by nature, have strong family ties, want their elders to live near them. When their parents (or grandparents) are unable to care for themselves, it is expected that children take their elders into their homes and care for them, rather than send them to nursing homes which is the usual practice among Westerners. Some elders who continue to stay in their homes are provided by their family with somebody to look after them and do the cooking and laundry. The simple task of cleaning the house and other household chores are now difficult for them to do so the family either hire a househelp, get the services of a &lt;a href="http://www.chemdryfranchise.com/cleaning-franchise.php"&gt;cleaning franchise&lt;/a&gt; or help out themselves in doing these chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Our elders have sacrificed a lot in raising us. It is now our turn to serve and care for them just as they cared for us when we were young.&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/125287573216992689-2772603467818936400?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/2772603467818936400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=2772603467818936400" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2772603467818936400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2772603467818936400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/03/its-our-turn.html" title="It's Our Turn" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S45qDE9VrmI/AAAAAAAAF0k/YlNxSq69_R8/s72-c/Elderly-Care-365-748779.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFRnk4cSp7ImA9WxBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-331719857845313736</id><published>2010-02-28T15:06:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:40:17.739-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T21:40:17.739-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women's Issues" /><title>When Women Have to Say Goodbye</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Before coming to the US in 2007, I was assigned in a Family Court for many years and have worked in numerous domestic relations cases (including cases for declaration of nullity, support, violence against women and children).  I have also been in an abusive marriage.  I am, therefore, sharing with you this piece written by&lt;b&gt; Gel Santos-Relos&lt;/b&gt;, a Filipino journalist, news anchor, tv host, wife and mother to help you understand the ordeal of an abused wife).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rOE89CcxI/AAAAAAAAFzk/EjUINbaEmHc/s1600-h/IN11025669A-woman-w_232132t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rOE89CcxI/AAAAAAAAFzk/EjUINbaEmHc/s1600-h/IN11025669A-woman-w_232132t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rOE89CcxI/AAAAAAAAFzk/EjUINbaEmHc/s200/IN11025669A-woman-w_232132t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443389684107604754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point does a woman say "Enough!", walk out the door, and never look back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me start with my premise: Women, in most cases, enter into the sacred covenant of marriage because they want to make it work…because they want to build a family and spend the rest of their life with their husbands, “for better for worse…”. And as I wrote in my prequel to this blog (Why Women Stand By Their Man Despite…”), women are wired biologically, socially and spiritually, to stand by their man, to keep the family together, even if sometimes, or many times, this means overextending themselves and putting their family’s needs and happiness above theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rQngRcDtI/AAAAAAAAFzs/m-oDA51Ucoo/s1600-h/broken_rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rQngRcDtI/AAAAAAAAFzs/m-oDA51Ucoo/s200/broken_rings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443392476727217874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While there may be more women who are happily married and have been blessed with loving, responsible and faithful husbands, there are also women who cry in silence...women who feel trapped...women who are compelled to break away. Yes, there are women who say goodbye...who swim against the tide, take the road less traveled, leave their husbands and break the family apart by walking out the door, legal separation, annulment or divorce. And they all have their reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some women endure years of physical abuse from the hands of the very same man they trusted, loved, and served with all their heart. Some just blindly accept that they should submit themselves to the authority of their husbands, others are made to believe it was their fault and that they deserved to be punished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rRItvFs0I/AAAAAAAAFz0/YtQGV5TpcQA/s1600-h/3422b069fcbed68190312ddd896b17d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rRItvFs0I/AAAAAAAAFz0/YtQGV5TpcQA/s200/3422b069fcbed68190312ddd896b17d4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443393047276925762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These women even  rationalize why they have to be beaten up--- they did not keep the house clean…did not wash his clothes the way he wanted…did not prepare a good meal or served chilled bottles of beer…did not want to have sex even when they were tired or not feeling well, or when the husband smelled like puke after drinking with his barkada ‘til the wee hours of the morning, or when they are afraid they might be infected with venereal disease or get pregnant again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are also women who get confused when their husbands hit them in rage one moment, and then make a complete turn-around--- plead for forgiveness, and shower them with love and affection….and the cycle goes on and on. Others are just simply too terrified to even talk about what is really going on behind closed doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rXHtYHXOI/AAAAAAAAF0U/hFhIYa1t-co/s1600-h/1055829_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rXHtYHXOI/AAAAAAAAF0U/hFhIYa1t-co/s200/1055829_550x550_mb_art_R0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443399627070463202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some women do the unthinkable---those who look the other way when their own husbands abuse their children---physically, sexually. Coming from the position of learned helplessness, there are women who even appease, persuade or coerce their own children to never speak out about their father’s horrendous act  for fear of losing financial support, to avoid the social stigma and embarrassment. On the other hand, some women turn their rage to themselves or even to their own children and become abusers themselves, perpetuating the culture and cycle of violence.. Some end up killing their husbands and their children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are women who are never battered physically, but their pain and scars are as deep. They have been brainwashed by their husbands through the most hurting words possible, of how worthless they are, of how old and lousy they have turned out to be. These women are cursed, ridiculed, and even made to believe how indebted they should be to their husbands because if not for them, they, the poor wives, are nobody...they are nothing. “Tignan lang natin kung may magtiyatiyaga pa sa iyo…Ang tanda tanda mo na...ang taba taba mo…wala kang kuwentang babae!” (Let’s see if somebody will still  take you---you are old and fat and worthless!).   &lt;b&gt;Some husbands stop cursing or nagging… or probably never did…but their silence, indifference and blatant disregard  of their  wives make these women feel just that---worthless and nobody&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rSbWXGPLI/AAAAAAAAFz8/xs7UHFJcU5Y/s1600-h/days_talk_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rSbWXGPLI/AAAAAAAAFz8/xs7UHFJcU5Y/s200/days_talk_front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443394466931424434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some women leave  their husbands when their trust has been violated. The degree of tolerance vary from woman-to-woman. There are those who cannot accept even a one-night stand fling, others can be more forgiving---“Basta ba sa akin siya umuuwi at wala siyang binabahay na ibang babae at wala siyang inaanakan. Lalaki yan, wala tayong magagawa (So long as he goes home to me, doesn’t have a home or sire a child with another woman. He is a man, there is nothing we can do about that!)”, I hear these women say as they condone their husbands’ indiscretion in sad resignation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rTcYQPTNI/AAAAAAAAF0E/LLkrlXzIgt0/s1600-h/malanzana_TheCheatingHusband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rTcYQPTNI/AAAAAAAAF0E/LLkrlXzIgt0/s200/malanzana_TheCheatingHusband.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443395584131026130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how these women react to or rationalize their husbands’ infidelity, the damage has been done. This betrayal of trust leaves many women blaming themselves, “What is wrong with me?”---their self esteem crushed, their faith shaken. All their lives these women’s most ardent wish and prayer is to have a solid, happy home with their husbands, and wonder why such a simple and humble dream will be denied by the very man they built those dreams of “forever” with? This pulls many women down to the deepest pits of depression. Many get so crippled and hide in isolation. They cease to be loving mothers to their children, some cannot even be productive in their work or vocation as before. Others turn to self-destructive behavior like drinking, drug addiction, even suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some women leave because their trust is violated in another way---when their husbands use and abuse them and treat them like doormats. I hear stories of women who work double jobs, attend to their children’s needs, do household chores while their husbands choose to be lazy, inconsiderate or simply pathetically apathetic. Some husbands work, but after which just go binge drinking and bar-hopping with their barkadas. Other men choose to stay home, watch television, drink beer, demand to be served  like  kings by their servant wives. Worse, there are husbands who choose not to work, depend on their wives, and use their wives’ hard earned money budgeted for the family’s needs, to splurge on their vices, gambling, and/or, their womanizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some women say goodbye because of their husbands’ psychological incapacity. After years of marriage, they painfully realize and accept that their husbands may not have within their personality and psyche what it takes to fulfill their obligations as husband and father, and that their condition may be hopeless and incorrigible. This is the only ground accepted  by the Catholic Church to annul a marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other women leave their husbands because of irreconcilable differences. After a considerable time of being together, the husband and/or the wife finds out that what sets them apart are far greater and stronger than what keeps them together. This may include lifestyle, values, attitude, sexuality, religion, finances, child-rearing, etc. that may never be resolved. This is an accepted ground for a no-fault divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, there are also women who walk out the door when they feel they have outgrown their husbands, when they feel their husbands’ lack of drive and ambition or desirable and productive attributes just stifle their own potentials to grow and be successful. Other women grow tired of pretending to be somebody else just to please their husbands and keep a happy façade of their family life. On the other hand, some husbands and wives just grow apart—after years of marriage they realize they are now different people  from the men and women they used to be when they fell in love and said “I do”. They hardly know each other anymore. They are now looking toward separate directions. Some women, men, or both, just fall out of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most women hold on to their marriage, endure all the suffering,  hope against all odds. Many seek professional help---they turn to psychiatrists, marriage counselors, and spiritual advisers, as well as to trusted family members and friends for guidance. A lot of women draw strength and courage in the power of prayer and positive thinking, I know some who faithfully and religiously make novenas to St. Jude, St. Joseph, to the Mother of Perpetual Help, to the Sacred  Heart of Jesus, to the Black Nazarene.  Marami rin ang namamanata, at mayroon ding naglalakad pa ng paluhod sa simbahan upang ipagdasal ang kanilang asawa at ang panunumbalik ng pagmamahal at pagkakaisa sa kanilang tahanan (Many women make promises and offerings to God, others even walk on their knees to pray for their husbands and the restoration of love and unity in their families). Others do  trial separation and see if both parties will gain a better perspective of their situation from afar and re-evaluate the value of their marriage and family to them. Some women find new love, hope, and the will to move on  in the arms of another man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are couples who become successful in repairing the damage of their relationship. After all that have been said and done, they are able to keep the marriage and have even found stronger love and commitment after their trials. However, for some women, the answer to their prayers seems to be “No”. Some have tried everything over and over again, only to be hurt over and over again. To these women, the only right thing to do is to walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rUz-ERD7I/AAAAAAAAF0M/zZHffWiZRwM/s1600-h/2580241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rUz-ERD7I/AAAAAAAAF0M/zZHffWiZRwM/s200/2580241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443397088929976242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As women get better educated and become more financially independent, as they have more access to information on their rights and other options in life, as they feel safe and accepted by support groups like friends, family, civic and religious groups, government institutions, they become  braver and bolder to say enough is enough. They find the courage to end the cycle of violence and betrayal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These women find an epiphany in the importance of validating their own selves---no more lies and betrayal of who they are and their worth as children of God . They learn to respect and love themselves, which enables them to be truly loving mothers, to be better human beings. While they struggle with the fact that their children will grow up in a broken home, they are consoled and strengthened by the thought that their decision will give their kids important life lessons and examples of honesty, authenticity, self love and respect,which they hope will help them navigate their own voyage in life. And to these women, that is all that truly matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rXbV4zcSI/AAAAAAAAF0c/21Yxog60icc/s1600-h/1297106_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rXbV4zcSI/AAAAAAAAF0c/21Yxog60icc/s200/1297106_f520.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443399964362502434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Post-script: This piece has been written not to push women to leave their husbands, it is meant to help us know and understand what some women go through before we cast the first stone on those who decide not to stand by their man. We take our marriage vows and commitment seriously, that is why a lot of women even take decades to walk away if they must.  I am not in the position to judge if they have tried hard enough, if they have endured long enough. That is for every woman to discern and decide for her self. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-331719857845313736?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/331719857845313736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=331719857845313736" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/331719857845313736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/331719857845313736?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/when-women-have-to-say-goodbye.html" title="When Women Have to Say Goodbye" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rOE89CcxI/AAAAAAAAFzk/EjUINbaEmHc/s72-c/IN11025669A-woman-w_232132t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UAQX07cCp7ImA9WxBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-2566608735595822884</id><published>2010-02-28T14:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:40:40.308-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T21:40:40.308-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women's Issues" /><title>Why Women Stand by their Man Despite....</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Before coming to the US in 2007, I was assigned in a Family Court for many years and have worked in numerous domestic relations cases (including cases for declaration of nullity, support, violence against women and children).  I have also been in an abusive marriage.  I am, therefore, sharing with you this piece written by&lt;b&gt; Gel Santos-Relos&lt;/b&gt;, a Filipino journalist, news anchor, tv host, wife and mother to help you understand the ordeal of an abused wife).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rJcQ9ccDI/AAAAAAAAFzM/tb6O-z7_GVE/s1600-h/91440-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rJcQ9ccDI/AAAAAAAAFzM/tb6O-z7_GVE/s200/91440-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443384587056869426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“For better, for worse…” a solemn vow of undying love and total commitment professed by a man and a woman in marriage. &lt;i&gt;Pero uso pa ba ang martyr ngayon???&lt;/i&gt; What happens when it is only the woman who lives up to this vow---when the husband does not work to provide for the family, when he stops being caring and affectionate to his wife, when he lies to and cheats on her, and worst, when he becomes abusive physically, emotionally and psychologically? Until when will and should a woman stand by her man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that women are physiologically "wired" to protect their brood, their family-- children and husbands included. A woman releases those hormones called "oxytocin" upon orgasm in her most intimate contact with her man (men do release oxytocin but not as much as women). This is also the same hormone she secretes when she gives birth to her baby. Oxytocin makes a woman bond and be attached to her mate...it is also responsible for a woman's maternal instinct to take care of and protect her baby---it even triggers the production of milk to feed her offspring. This is why in most cases, it is the woman that is the caring and nurturing parent...and why, generally, it seems harder for a woman to break the marriage and tear the family apart.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The woman is also “wired” by the expectations of society, especially in the Philippines, to be the beacon of light, “ilaw ng tahanan”, the paragon of the virtues of patience, of over-extending herself just to help family members, of putting the needs and happiness of her family before hers, of forgiveness, of martyrdom even to a fault. She is raised in a culture that glorifies male machismo that expects the wife to turn to her faith to strengthen her when her husband goes astray. “Sa hinaba-haba man daw ng prosisyon, sa simbahan din ang tuloy”---which can be interpreted as the woman just having to let her husband be just because he is a man. What is important is that she is the legal wife, he provides for the needs of the family, he comes home to her, and even if he doesn’t-- yet, someday he will—when he is old and weak and sick, he will come back to die in her arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some women stand by their man because they are psychologically and emotionally afraid to be alone, while many depend on their husbands financially just to survive. Some have to stay to keep their medical insurance coverage, or to hold on to the chance of having a green card and legalize their status in the United States.  Most women stay for their children--- thinking they will be better, more stable and decent people if they do not grow up in a broken home. Other women endure the pain and the hardship because they fear for their lives and for the safety of their children from the hands of their own husbands if they even try to leave. In desperation, they believe they are left with no other options but to stay.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are also women who  keep their marriage for utilitarian reasons---“You use me, I use you, so let us play this charade”. They stay because they want to continue enjoying the convenience, luxury, and social stature they have gone accustomed to. Some go as far as having their own romantic or sexual affairs—but hey, they think---at least their marriage is intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rLpwduHyI/AAAAAAAAFzU/lZxepury0IE/s1600-h/cheating-husband-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rLpwduHyI/AAAAAAAAFzU/lZxepury0IE/s200/cheating-husband-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443387017875300130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other women  have actually built a good friendship and partnership with their husbands through the years, and so even if their relationship has failed on the romantic man-woman level, they still have their friendship to keep them together. Remember the celebrated case here in America of the wife who in middle age, had her husband come out of the closet? She did not divorce him, still lives with him in the same house, raises their kids with him, and has fully accepted her husband  for the person he has become even if he chose to have a sex change operation. She may have lost her man but she still keeps her very best friend. Their kids may have lost their Dad but are now loved and cared for by “two Moms”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rMG2iNOBI/AAAAAAAAFzc/fLtYkfVIBRU/s1600-h/cheating-husband.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rMG2iNOBI/AAAAAAAAFzc/fLtYkfVIBRU/s200/cheating-husband.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443387517720934418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But not all women are like Hillary Clinton, Loi Ejercito or Lanie Mercado who stand by their man no matter what. Some, like Elizabeth Edwards, Jenny Sanford, Dina Bonnevie, and Senator Pia Cayetano, left their husbands. All of them have their own reasons. Each of them has her own story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-2566608735595822884?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/2566608735595822884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=2566608735595822884" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2566608735595822884?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2566608735595822884?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/why-women-stand-by-their-man-despite.html" title="Why Women Stand by their Man Despite...." /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4rJcQ9ccDI/AAAAAAAAFzM/tb6O-z7_GVE/s72-c/91440-main_Full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CQX4_eSp7ImA9WxBUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-2068092840918450987</id><published>2010-02-28T04:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:12:40.041-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T05:12:40.041-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Our Weekend Memoirs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida" /><title>Early Morning Walk at the Beach</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourweekendmemoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Our Weekend Memoirs" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d181/zerisse/blog/OWMbadgeSML.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After enduring a series of long cold weeks (yes, it is  brrrr----cold even in the Sunshine State of Florida), it was a joy to finally experience a beautiful Sunday morning.  The wind was still pretty chilly when I took a walk along Fort Lauderdale Beach at Las Olas Boulevard but Mr. Sun graced us with his presence and it made the morning beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-nvzb2qI/AAAAAAAAFzE/hP9qam9dqto/s1600-h/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-nvzb2qI/AAAAAAAAFzE/hP9qam9dqto/s400/IMG_3071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443231952198687394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I say it's all right...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-geqMVKI/AAAAAAAAFy8/PpmR98sBo1Y/s1600-h/IMG_3082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-geqMVKI/AAAAAAAAFy8/PpmR98sBo1Y/s400/IMG_3082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443231827337434274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-VNDiuaI/AAAAAAAAFy0/r5Y0mtGza10/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-VNDiuaI/AAAAAAAAFy0/r5Y0mtGza10/s400/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443231633633360290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-GqmZQhI/AAAAAAAAFys/LWr1KkW9bzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-GqmZQhI/AAAAAAAAFys/LWr1KkW9bzQ/s400/IMG_3145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443231383866130962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o99qdSD2I/AAAAAAAAFyk/lTdwbCf25DQ/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o99qdSD2I/AAAAAAAAFyk/lTdwbCf25DQ/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443231229209087842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/125287573216992689-2068092840918450987?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/2068092840918450987/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=2068092840918450987" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2068092840918450987?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2068092840918450987?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/early-morning-walk-at-beach.html" title="Early Morning Walk at the Beach" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4o-nvzb2qI/AAAAAAAAFzE/hP9qam9dqto/s72-c/IMG_3071.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GRnw7eip7ImA9WxBUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-1692084896309431600</id><published>2010-02-27T21:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:38:47.202-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T04:38:47.202-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Insurance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>Leaving Behind our Loved Ones</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4nWwiXUmPI/AAAAAAAAFyc/AM8b-tER6nE/s1600-h/mommy-boy-brunette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4nWwiXUmPI/AAAAAAAAFyc/AM8b-tER6nE/s200/mommy-boy-brunette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443117754000644338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been away from home for more than three years now and as I look back through my past life, several times I have wondered if I made the wrong decision in leaving behind life with my loved ones, and a stable and respectable profession, to come to America where life is lonely and my future is filled with uncertainties.  However, in spite of the difficulties I face, I have faith in the Lord and try to keep a positive outlook, believing that He has something better planned for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not worry about myself.  My three years in America has made me tougher than I was before.  However, I am concerned about the welfare of my family back home, especially Nathan.  In the Philippines I had a stable income but here in the US, I am back to being a student and still searching for a job. My hope is to be able to continue to provide financial security for my baby now and even when I am gone.   I want to get a life insurance policy so that in the event that I go ahead of him, he can still be provided for.  I will have to start looking for a good life insurance, one that offers affordable &lt;a href="http://www.lifeinsuranceagency.com/"&gt;life insurance rates&lt;/a&gt;.  It is wise to be prepared for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-1692084896309431600?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/1692084896309431600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=1692084896309431600" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/1692084896309431600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/1692084896309431600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/leaving-behind-our-loved-ones.html" title="Leaving Behind our Loved Ones" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4nWwiXUmPI/AAAAAAAAFyc/AM8b-tER6nE/s72-c/mommy-boy-brunette.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcASXk9eSp7ImA9WxBUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-7390109103808097582</id><published>2010-02-27T01:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:00:48.761-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-27T02:00:48.761-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Then Sings My Soul Saturdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith and Spirituality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian Music" /><title>Daystar</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZUPMz863-c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZUPMz863-c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1" 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;Beautiful blending, beautiful melody, beautiful message.  This is The Heritage Quartet's rendition of "Daystar", an oldie but goodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a blessed Sabbath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-7390109103808097582?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/7390109103808097582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=7390109103808097582" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7390109103808097582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7390109103808097582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/daystar.html" title="Daystar" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQn07cCp7ImA9WxBUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-1495165513305499844</id><published>2010-02-26T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:13:03.308-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-26T23:13:03.308-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Photo Flashback" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Filipiniana" /><title>Friday Photo Flashback</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4iaIJQGz3I/AAAAAAAAFyM/mrtnGwHkgdk/s1600-h/A8-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4iaIJQGz3I/AAAAAAAAFyM/mrtnGwHkgdk/s400/A8-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442769614390349682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's me at the age of 3 and a half months old being carried by Nanay.  The year was 1964 and that was my first Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/125287573216992689-1495165513305499844?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/1495165513305499844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=1495165513305499844" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/1495165513305499844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/1495165513305499844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/friday-photo-flashback_26.html" title="Friday Photo Flashback" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4iaIJQGz3I/AAAAAAAAFyM/mrtnGwHkgdk/s72-c/A8-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGR344fip7ImA9WxBUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-7968706987501406236</id><published>2010-02-26T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:47:06.036-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-26T09:47:06.036-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nuggets of Wisdom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith and Spirituality" /><title>Friday Quotes 23</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4fekwA9dNI/AAAAAAAAFyE/kqRsw1l1s1g/s1600-h/FriQuotes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4fekwA9dNI/AAAAAAAAFyE/kqRsw1l1s1g/s200/FriQuotes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442563397646120146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the courage to change the things I can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the wisdom to know the difference."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-7968706987501406236?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/7968706987501406236/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=7968706987501406236" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7968706987501406236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7968706987501406236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/friday-quotes-23.html" title="Friday Quotes 23" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4fekwA9dNI/AAAAAAAAFyE/kqRsw1l1s1g/s72-c/FriQuotes.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBRXo_fip7ImA9WxBUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-7762842185527289299</id><published>2010-02-26T08:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:14:14.446-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-26T09:14:14.446-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vehicles" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation" /><title>Hit the Road</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4fPLyvwvXI/AAAAAAAAFx8/9tDJmvgQPd0/s1600-h/sun2450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4fPLyvwvXI/AAAAAAAAFx8/9tDJmvgQPd0/s200/sun2450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442546476208143730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spring is around the corner and soon, it will be summer again.  Time to plan for vacation.  Have you thought about travelling by road, at your own pace, stopping here and there to explore new places?  Think about the advantages of travelling in a &lt;a href="http://www.rvt.com/"&gt;motorhome&lt;/a&gt;- the freedom and convenience it gives you to choose where to go and to plan your schedule at your own pace. It is like bringing your own home with you. It is also more economical to stay in a motorhome than in a hotel when you are travelling in groups.   When I visited Central Florida two months ago, I saw a couple of beautiful camping grounds for motor homes.    It must be a fun way to travel and visit places with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-7762842185527289299?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/7762842185527289299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=7762842185527289299" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7762842185527289299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/7762842185527289299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/hit-road.html" title="Hit the Road" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4fPLyvwvXI/AAAAAAAAFx8/9tDJmvgQPd0/s72-c/sun2450.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFQX4yeCp7ImA9WxBUEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-2533022562988801625</id><published>2010-02-24T20:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:05:10.090-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-24T21:05:10.090-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health and Fitness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Medical Science" /><title>Weight Loss Aids</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4XPXaTIdzI/AAAAAAAAFx0/0AWykpSpYxA/s1600-h/lose-weight-fast-701329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4XPXaTIdzI/AAAAAAAAFx0/0AWykpSpYxA/s200/lose-weight-fast-701329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441983725850621746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Losing weight takes time and needs a lot of discipline in one's lifestyle.  There are people, who in their desire to lose weight fast, decide to take diet pills.   There are different kinds available in the market but not all of them are as effective as what they claim to be.  There are even pills which are not very safe to take.  Although they have the effect of suppressing one's appetite, they affect the nervous system.  I speak from experience because I have tried different kinds of pills in the past, some claiming to be appetite suppressants while others claim to be fat burners; however, not all of these pills work.  If you are searching for a &lt;a href="http://toprateddietpills.com/"&gt;top rated diet pill&lt;/a&gt;, do diligent search.  Do not just rely on advertisements.  Read medical reviews about the product and seek medical advise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-2533022562988801625?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/2533022562988801625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=2533022562988801625" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2533022562988801625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/2533022562988801625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/weight-loss-aids.html" title="Weight Loss Aids" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4XPXaTIdzI/AAAAAAAAFx0/0AWykpSpYxA/s72-c/lose-weight-fast-701329.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCRHs5cCp7ImA9WxBUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125287573216992689.post-5944115785113321777</id><published>2010-02-24T18:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:34:25.528-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-24T18:34:25.528-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Litratong Pinoy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida" /><title>Husay</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/lp.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Filipino: Husay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;English: Able/Skillful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isa sa pinakahihintay na palabas sa SeaWorld Orlando noong nakaraang  Disyembre ay ang Winter Wonderland, programang pang-musika na itinanghal sa isang outdoor ice rink.  Hangang-hanga ako sa husay at galing ng mga figure skaters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the most-awaited shows at SeaWorld Orlando last December was Winter Wonderland, a musicale staged on  an outdoor ice rink.  I was filled with awe at the skill and grace of the  figure skaters. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4WySNCKRSI/AAAAAAAAFxs/1mDOLqY0-Ok/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4WySNCKRSI/AAAAAAAAFxs/1mDOLqY0-Ok/s400/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441951750553224482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4WyR7Wf3zI/AAAAAAAAFxk/QXkzg29z2Vw/s1600-h/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4WPNNg5hVI/AAAAAAAAFws/gA_QepIFFyI/s200/face-wash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441913181875832146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not every person is born with a naturally beautiful skin but  a clean lifestyle can help one achieve a healthy, beautiful skin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You are what you eat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A diet of fresh fruits and green, leafy veggies rich in antioxidants help protect our skin from damage brought about by radicals that can cause skin problems and aging.  Staying away from fatty food, carbonated drinks and too much sweets are important in achieving a healthy skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         in the doctor's book"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleep and rest are very important to one's health.  Have you noticed that when we deprive our bodies of sleep, we not only feel lousy, we also look lousy?  The physical effects can be seen from the dark circles around our eyes and the sagging and lackluster skin prone to breakouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Those who look for beauty find it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skin care is important.  Clean and nourish the skin before going to bed to get rid of harmful chemicals, dirt and oil that clog the pores and cause blackheads, rashes or acne.  Even when they are just mild skin breakouts,  it is important that we treat skin problems the right way or they can get worse.  Products like &lt;a href="http://www.tazoracreviews.com/"&gt;tazorac cream&lt;/a&gt;  help combat acne problems but it is suggested that medical advise should be sought from a skin doctor for proper treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/125287573216992689-3751582751843268492?l=www.msray2008.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.msray2008.com/feeds/3751582751843268492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=125287573216992689&amp;postID=3751582751843268492" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/3751582751843268492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/125287573216992689/posts/default/3751582751843268492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.msray2008.com/2010/02/beautiful-skin.html" title="Beautiful Skin" /><author><name>MsRay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206736970793775196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05781548419609542333" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLSgn0fHj4/S4WPNNg5hVI/AAAAAAAAFws/gA_QepIFFyI/s72-c/face-wash.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
