<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QNQn89fSp7ImA9WhJSE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486</id><updated>2012-07-03T07:23:13.165-07:00</updated><title>Postscripts</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcoming you to my random thoughts. Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QNQn8zeSp7ImA9WhJSE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-7841361740525681004</id><published>2012-07-02T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T07:23:13.181-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-07-03T07:23:13.181-07:00</app:edited><title>Just Can't Stop.....Here's more... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
So my week of organization projects is getting more and more intense. lol. I had to not think of anything to blog for now except for organizing...so I am literally posting this article as I was done doing the project. &lt;/div&gt;
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A week ago I focused in our pantry (which by the way, still maintains its made over state...hopefully it will last for another week or so...goodluck on that to me!) &lt;/div&gt;
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This week I still had touched on the kitchen part but now, I added up a few areas in the house that I thought was a huge deal. hehehe. They all turned awesome! woot woot! (well...that's just based on my shallow concept of being organized considering that I don't do this 24/7 hahaha...but I am beginning to by the way) &lt;/div&gt;
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This is our spoon drawer. It's not a biggie but seeing the spoons arranged according to size just looks so heavenly. Don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and ofcourse I had to take a picture of my stovetop and this area of the kitchen where it is a self-requirement to keep clean no matter what. The kitchen is my kingdom and I rule it. hahaha. It is a serious act of crime to leave this area unclean at ALL TIMES! &lt;br /&gt;
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After a&amp;nbsp; year of having to be kept in its original box, this wine rack, which was a gift from my husband's cousin finally got to be assembled. It is now showcasing its purpose inside the kitchen. Lol.&amp;nbsp; These counter stool were recreated by my mom using an old fabric. Voila! our little instant mini-bar. &lt;br /&gt;
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I must say I have something in shoes that I just can't get away of using these shoe racks. This is our extra closet in the house where we decided to hang those jacket that we always use everyday. And since I HATE shoes being scattered all over the place especially right by the main door before you step on the living room, I thought that shoe rack like this will keep them in order. So I hung it at the back of the door and I placed all the shoes I use everday and my husband's stay on a separate rack just below the jackets. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, are the belts and his caps. Nothing more to say on this. hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;
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For some reason these past few days I have been indulging unto so many blog pages that write or share many things about different ideas on organizing. As I myself ran through all those articles I came to realize how intense my desire to do the same was. Reading and browsing endless creations on how to organize stuffs just inspire me more and more each day. &lt;br /&gt;
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After making a little organizing activity with our little princess' toys I thought I might give the rest of the house a chance. So here are some of my favorite &amp;nbsp;made over sections in our home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought that indeed labels make a difference. So that's what I did with our pantry. I arranged all items accordingly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Sure I did....I put some labels on some of the items. I did put labels on the edges of the shelves to show groupings of the items.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The cabinet for condiments and spices. Just did a simple rearrangement by putting all items of the same use together. c")&lt;/div&gt;
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As a result I was able to formulate my Top 10 anger management therapy...and here they are: &lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; Yogic breathing (I just invented that term but I think it does help to describe). Nothing can beat a 10 seconds-count of inhaling and exhaling after an hour or so of argumentation. This will help soothe the muscles of your face and calm down your boiling blood pressure. &lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; Cry by yourself in some place you are not seen. I do it and it works. Sounds dramatic but hey...your tear glands are helping you relax your mind. Notice that after you cry you feel sleepy. Well, that's it! You will fall asleep and forget about that heat up angst. &lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; Drink the coldest water you got at home. Fill your glass with ice cubes. If pleasure and vanity call, maybe a few cans of soda? &lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; Watch CSI:Las Vegas. In this moment&amp;nbsp;of frustrations and stress a good forensic tv series can be an antidote. Seeing those dead bodies being examined in a criminal investigation just makes you feel guilty of whining over some domestic issues when most of the world suffers more. &lt;br /&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp; Binge on your fave chocolate bar. Yeah...chocolate bar. This is the sweetest revenge you can do without the trouble of casualty except for your own weighing scale. Goodluck on this but it worked for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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6.&amp;nbsp; Call a friend. This could be an overrated step to take but it's always nice to be heard. And I mean...TO BE HEARD...and not be argued on whether you are right or wrong. Goodness!!! I wanted to vent and not be given some lectures. I don't need that at this time thank you. &lt;br /&gt;
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7.&amp;nbsp; Shop. Hmm...this one I am not too sure made it better but to some (with extra funds) this might actually be a good medicine. &lt;br /&gt;
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8.&amp;nbsp; Listen to good music...and I mean good music. It can make a huge huge change I'm telling you. &lt;br /&gt;
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9.&amp;nbsp; Find a place where you can enjoy the peace and quiet just for a few minutes....just for a few minutes. I did mine inside the bathroom. A not so enticing place but I'm pretty sure you can find a better one. &lt;br /&gt;
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10. Talk to Him. Just keep on talking. Until you feel you don't make sense anymore...He'll understand it better and&amp;nbsp;then EVERTHING will just make sense outright.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You'll be surprised tomorrow's another sunny sunny day!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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One of the many projects I have in my list is to teach our little Jaida the art of organizing. &amp;nbsp;This way, she'll have an idea that her toys are valuable things that she needs to give care for too; and the best way is to start putting them in order.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I am on a budget I decided to sort of reshuffle what were already available in the room and spend a few bucks on the really-needed items. The first was turning her small cabinet for clothes into a toys' stack but with a little touch of an angel. :-) I wanted a clear sight of the toys she has so I bought shoe boxes (96 cents in Walmart) and organized the toys of the same kind. &amp;nbsp;Labeling it is a better idea...I should do that next week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This rack was in our bathroom but we decided to take it off because it was eating up too much space in our small bathroom. Then, &amp;nbsp;I asked my dad to screw it permanently on this wall of Jaida's room. I thought that little space at the back of her door can be very useful to put more stuffs out of the floor. I also put a little plastic hooks to hang her favorite purses and back-pack. Some of her shoes with their boxes were placed on top.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This shoe rack was bought about a year ago in Ross and I still am mesmerized on how practical and clean it is. I kept the old shoes in a small bin and arranged the shoes she wear now according to design. I had all the maryjanes on the left side and a few rubber shoes (she has no interests on them except for that one, Dora she loves so dearly) on the other. It's just so cute to see that even a 3 year old can be very neat. She sure knows where to put her shoes back after wearing them. (This is ofcourse when I always see her leave her shoes on the floor in the living room after being taken off. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing that proves a space is ALWAYS AVAILABLE when it seems it's not are closet doors. Since our walls are for some reason built to have an uneven surface (I have no idea what it's called) and it kind of look like an interior design itself I never wanted it touched or painted. So I decided to stick her alphabet and number posters on her closet doors. Seems to be not so fashionista but surprisingly it looked very neat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, I arranged all her books and stood them according to size. She loves books and although she doesn't read yet, it's good she's beginning to learn how to take good care of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whew! That was a little work indeed. But all worth it after looking at her room again this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5564257749796397486-1651105277223647989?l=splitroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1651105277223647989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/06/organizing-101-toddlers-comfort-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/1651105277223647989?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/1651105277223647989?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/06/organizing-101-toddlers-comfort-zone.html' title='Organizing 101: Toddler&apos;s Comfort Zone'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4EQ9w9AEyk/T951ufEn_7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/aTHpO5CHV_g/s72-c/DSCN3822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcGRn07cSp7ImA9WhVaFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-3737649305087901338</id><published>2012-06-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T10:47:07.309-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-14T10:47:07.309-07:00</app:edited><title>Celebrating 124 Years of Independence</title><content type='html'>Saan man tayo naroon...saang lupalop man ng mundo dinala ang ating mga sarili...sana hindi tayo maging limot sa diwa ng karanasang ipinamalas sa atin ng ating mga ninuno daang daang taon na ang nakalipas. Maaaring isang sirang plaka na nga itong paulit-ulit na pagugunita sa kasaysayan subalit mainam itong gamot sa paulit-ulit ding hindi pagkatuto sa mga aral nito. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maligayang araw ng kalayaan kabayan! Sana'y hindi limot ng panahon at kasalukuyang kaganapan ng ating buhay ang pamana ng mayaman nating kasaysayan. Sana'y bitbit natin saan man tayo naroon ang lahat ng alaala nito at maging gabay sa pang araw-araw pang gawain natin. &lt;br /&gt;
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Higit sa lahat sana'y maging bahagi parin ang kasaysayan nating ito ng mga bagong henerasyong hindi nasilayan ang bukang liwayway ng Perlas ng Silangan&amp;nbsp;sa kanilang pagsilang. c") &lt;br /&gt;
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Parenting could be the most challenging role to play at one point and could be the easiest to handle in another. Either way the goal is to bring up a disciplined child. So the norms suggest that when you do the process of putting a child in his/her most behaved situation you, as a parent actually, is making a well disciplined child.&amp;nbsp; But is this all there is to it?&amp;nbsp; When a child is grounded for making mistakes, (apparently&amp;nbsp;evaluated by how adults&amp;nbsp;think like 'a bad action') such as&amp;nbsp;no tv, no sweets, no toys, practically waiving their ownership rights they are expected to correct the behavior and do otherwise as they deem, making them an obedient child (a regular parent's concept). So when a child follows what moms or dads say he or she becomes a good kid and so rewards are pouring like rainstorm. Then, it becomes a cycle. The only remarkable thing a child can remember now&amp;nbsp;is to act rightfully on that particular instance and get some retributions for it. But the tricky part is that the kid will almost always commit the same mistakes again, which obviously tells me that nothing is learned and nothing is improved. &lt;br /&gt;
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So now my dilemma arises.&amp;nbsp; I know for a fact that disciplining a child in many forms can absolutely improve a child's well-being.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But the question lies on until when? Which part of that disciplining can create a long-term impact into a child's development.&amp;nbsp; I guess the goal is not so much on disciplining a child and becoming what our brains or norms as parents or adults&amp;nbsp;understood but instilling in them the mindset of independent understanding and judgment so they themselves can realize the goodness or badness of an act in a long term perspective. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope that I don't raise a disciple in my child but&amp;nbsp;one who is&amp;nbsp;just, independent kid and emotionally intelligent to understand that a wrong doing is not remedied in that very instance alone but is certainly an issue that needs to get a long-term solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5564257749796397486-4325554615142861244?l=splitroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4325554615142861244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/06/honing-child-to-be-disciple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/4325554615142861244?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/4325554615142861244?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/06/honing-child-to-be-disciple.html' title='Honing a Child to be a Disciple?'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtIKALY7NGw/T9jreV6dwqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NEaOc_sHnZc/s72-c/baby_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUIFR3s6eyp7ImA9WhVaFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-2192119251752741119</id><published>2012-06-12T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-12T08:05:16.513-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-12T08:05:16.513-07:00</app:edited><title>My Princess turned Three</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I must admit that party preparation has never been a field I even tried to test. It was such a remote concept and the only two things that can resemble a birthday party in my vocabulary are cake and a candle on it. Ofcourse there are lots of food for the guests to enjoy. But other than those, my idea of a kid's birthday party is such a bore until last saturday, when me and my husband decided to throw our little angel her bash. &lt;br /&gt;
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This piece was my favorite. I bought this frame from the Dollar Tree and printed out sort of a Menu list and labeled it as Royal. hahaha. Looks very chic and classy. &lt;/div&gt;
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This was our version of the pinata. Aside from it being too pricy for me I thought pinatas were not so much a tamed game to play in a party plus not all kids could play. So thanks to pinterest.com I found this very smart way of alternating a pinata game. I made 'punch the hole' party game. All kids were able to punch a hole of their favorite color and if they were lucky to get a note saying they won, they get a price from me. Those that didn't had a bag of goodies too. No one went home empty-handed. c") &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Few days ago I got sick and this existing condition I have discovered just months ago paid a little visit again to my health zones. When I gave birth through a cesarean delivery I thought to myself that my body will become a little weaker and that it will never be the same as it used to be before getting pregnant. &amp;nbsp;One day months ago, I complained of some pain on my left side of my &amp;nbsp;hip a little below the belly. My physician diagnosed that my pelvic veins on that area were engorged. Medically, it's identified as Pelvic Vein Congestion. &amp;nbsp;The idea was obviously foreign, so to help me understand better it was described similarly to a leg that suffers on varicose veins. &amp;nbsp;When the flow of blood is disrupted by some malfunctions in the valve preventing it to go backwards excess blood pools inside the veins causing them to swell and eventually sending your nervous system the feel of painful symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;
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I salute the&amp;nbsp;bravery of those people&amp;nbsp;who have courageously endured the wars in order to redeem the freedom that this country is enjoying. And to all the people of countries around the world who have fought bravely for the freedoms that we are benefiting now. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, hundreds of American soldiers continue to uphold the same philosophy of protecting this nation's independence and maintaining peace.&amp;nbsp; Hats off to these heroes who continuously sacrifice many things in the service of the people. &lt;br /&gt;
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As this day is celebrated with big sales in the malls, good food and drinks in the backyard while enjoying the sun, most of these men and women&amp;nbsp; in uniform are overseas and are at risk of their lives (again).&lt;br /&gt;
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It will be&amp;nbsp;great to see these soldiers go home and guard&amp;nbsp;this freedom on&amp;nbsp;the walls of this nation.&lt;br /&gt;
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The memorial day is a tribute to those who have died in serving and protecting the country from within. I am hoping that today will also be the same. &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the IT department and the Social Sciences are literally two opposing sides and to even see them come to together is just unthinkable, &amp;nbsp;I found out that there are still a lot of people who have chosen to excel in fields they never where academically trained. To even make it amazing is to see that these people actually succeed more in that field. &amp;nbsp;But of course this is not to convince myself that I will definitely be a successful software tester holding this social sciences degree.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wanted to assure myself that no matter which background we came from the world holds a promise for each one of us our own accomplished careers. Although sometimes it gets a little long &amp;nbsp;of a wait the secret is not to stop finding that job we always have dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a tough market of diverse competitors and the more that road to the perfect jobs is so elusive to the ordinary seekers waiting time gets longer and longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope my wait is just a few minutes from now....and that as soon as I exit this page and open another one, that page will have my life a 360 degree turn. c")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5564257749796397486-1990410936598787012?l=splitroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1990410936598787012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-had-very-interesting-talk-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/1990410936598787012?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/1990410936598787012?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-had-very-interesting-talk-with-my.html' title='The Job You Thought Is Yours'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1ikRfgRnZU/T8Mt8od7noI/AAAAAAAAACw/gvvebw4MgKw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MCRH49fip7ImA9WhVUGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-535380680158712248</id><published>2012-05-24T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T14:37:45.066-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-24T14:37:45.066-07:00</app:edited><title>Raw Talent On SALE</title><content type='html'>The results of that much awaited finale of the American Idol did not quite&amp;nbsp;project&amp;nbsp;some good vibes&amp;nbsp;to most of the Pinoy audience and many Americans who have been supporters of Jessica. But ofcourse this was a normal reaction to something unwanted. Losers will always feel bitter. That is a fact. &lt;br /&gt;
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But then the question now is, What made Phil Phillips stole that throne as the Idol? Was it that husky blues-country-like genre of song selection that pretty much poked millions of girls out there caused his triumph? Or maybe his humbling gesture of tears while seeing hundreds of thousands of people going gaga over his parade and on stage before delivering his piece?&amp;nbsp; If you think about all these, Jessica could pass too with flying colors. What was so different with Phil that America believed in more than what Jessica's outrageous belting, and teenybopper "pacute" mannerisms have?&amp;nbsp; Was it because of our gender population? That America has more females and gays that will definitely vote for this cute, not-so-hottie-but-very-raw type of a guy-next-door?&amp;nbsp; What could be an objective basis of this winning? &lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, come on...Jessica was technically the singer. That was an obvious fact and if no one saw it then I guess everybody's blind. Phil was a performer and was not that bad. &lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently, no matter how we try to constructively bring up comparisons we will never reach a point where we would agree because at the tip of every strand then we will be reverted&amp;nbsp; back to the fact that these two artists are coming from two different genre and to even compare them won't make sense. So then, where do we base our judgment? &lt;br /&gt;
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That is my huge huge question? Where does America base these millions of votes to reign Phil as our Idol? I wanna know. I guess an IDOL is not talent by itself but charisma, connection and that 1 % of appeal to the public, which I must say Jessica could have fallen short of.&amp;nbsp; Well, it's not ALL about talent anyway but the whole package and I think Phil got it all RAW, which was indeed a bonus! &lt;br /&gt;
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But hey, Jessica was not a total loser if you may...99% of the time, the not-so-best option becomes the world's greatest! c") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5564257749796397486-535380680158712248?l=splitroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/535380680158712248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/raw-talent-on-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/535380680158712248?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/535380680158712248?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/raw-talent-on-sale.html' title='Raw Talent On SALE'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsgN306Vvb4/T76l7K-KlEI/AAAAAAAAACk/ssfhCs2PZ_g/s72-c/finalists-phillip-phillips-and-jessica-sanchez-stand-on-stage-during-the-11th-season-finale-of-american-idol-in-los-angeles-california-may-23-2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAFQHc-fSp7ImA9WhVUGEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-2336560801785359048</id><published>2012-05-23T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T15:05:11.955-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-23T15:05:11.955-07:00</app:edited><title>College for Your Toddler</title><content type='html'>Last night I had this proverbial light that seemed to have glared on me and pat my back really hard. Few weeks from now our little princess is turning three and we have yet a concrete plan of how we will and can save for her college education. I have this thought in my head even before I got pregrant (about 10 years before I got married); that my children's education will NEVER be compromised. It will never be bargained for anything. It should be treated like a utility bill. It will not be an OPTION. So then, I suppose my guardian angel had to remind me that indeed I have prolonged this procrastination and that I should do something before it will be too late. &lt;br /&gt;
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So here's the thing...the earlier we start to save and plan for our kids' college the better for us to destress ourselves 10 years from now on how to get them to finish or even enter a school and work on their degrees.&amp;nbsp; Food, health and education should not be options that we can give our children. These are pre-requisites that all parents should maintain before even thinking of having&amp;nbsp;one. I know that funds will always be a challenge. But it should never be an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;
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All I'm saying is that,&amp;nbsp; food and health are not the only criteria to pass good parenting. I strongly believe that education too is as important as those two and it is our reponsibility to provide them such without any compromises. Starting up early will make a huge difference. You wouldn't want your child buried in debt by the time he graduates and work. You will want your toddler graduate with nothing in mind but a good start of career search. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think that's how we as parents should ALWAYS think. Don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5564257749796397486-2336560801785359048?l=splitroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2336560801785359048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/college-for-your-toddler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/2336560801785359048?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/2336560801785359048?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/college-for-your-toddler.html' title='College for Your Toddler'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnI1hJ4T-yg/T71K7FBrg6I/AAAAAAAAACY/woRblg-uGoA/s72-c/Baby-Genius-baby-graduate-graduation-smiley-emoticon-000830-large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQGQn8_eCp7ImA9WhVUF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-4029007096801308959</id><published>2012-05-21T12:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T13:08:43.140-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-22T13:08:43.140-07:00</app:edited><title>Weaning  and Winning: A Mom's Lottery Jackpot Price</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some months ago I posted in facebook how proud I was that my little two-year old actually did potty in the toilet bowl. It was a moment of ecstacy that I couldn't even helped my self jumped for joy. I know every mom in this world no matter what background she is coming from will agree&amp;nbsp;that that&amp;nbsp;moment I had with my Jaida was&amp;nbsp;just an indescribable feel of&amp;nbsp;bliss. I can only imagine how my own mom&amp;nbsp;felt when I used the toilet bowl and did away with diapers (back then, those were cloth diapers).&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, that was a one-time big-time event that we feasted on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She went back on diapers&amp;nbsp;with accidents after accidents during the week of the testing process. It was frustrating. And yes, I admit...it was my fault. I had her went back to diapers. So&amp;nbsp;several months&amp;nbsp;and just a few weeks ago I went back to train her again with a fear that she will never ever want to use the toilet. Stories of kids (I heard from friends) that reached 5 yrs old and still are on diapers were just as horrific as horror haunted stories. I began to train her again with the hope that more patience and perseverance would actually make this huge huge step happen. So my husband and I did. One day, I woke up and decided to not put a diaper on her. I just kept on telling her that she is big and that she needs to use the potty and not her diaper. As expected, the first day was troubled. The second and third day then, it was smooth. As I remember it, one day (this was about 2 weeks ago) she literally asked for potty; and I was like..."huh? whoa?? let's goooo!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;
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....that was her first and her last diaper. Since then, she will not wear a diaper the whole morning. She would ask to go to the bathroom if she needs to pee or poop.&amp;nbsp; During night though I still would allow her to wear her pull-ups but a few days ago I noticed that she is always dry when she wakes up. That is from about 9 - 11 hours of sleep. (woot! woot! woot!) She will ask me to go to the bathroom when she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;
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But ofcourse it's not bliss everyday. She still has some accidents but this time fewer than before. &lt;br /&gt;
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A few days ago, she dropped that statement again and I truly was very proud at her..."mommy, want to go to school?"&amp;nbsp; (This is her way of asking me if she can go to school). Which just melts my heart. I am just so proud that she is so ready to go to school. &lt;br /&gt;
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It's still a mystery how&amp;nbsp;months ago&amp;nbsp;I was almost devastated to see that my daughter wouldn't ever wanna go potty and now, it just happened without us expecting it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess our toddlers indeed are very intelligent beings and they truly know when and where they will evolve. I believe though that nurturing imparts a huge huge influence in their development but with the experiences I had with Jaida, I can say that nature is stronger. But that could be a relative statement. After all, kids are different. &lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that there are still alot of moms out there who are challenged with this stage of their toddlers. Here I am attesting to all of you that time is a great deal of a factor. Let it flow naturally and in no time you'll be surprised how your toddler will respond quicker than what you would have expected. &lt;br /&gt;
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Weaning her from that good old diaper is such a huge challenge on this early years of childhood development. Winning their trust that they can certainly do it on their own without that diaper is even a greater deal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My husband and I are just the proudest to be winners on this weaning process! c") &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5564257749796397486-4029007096801308959?l=splitroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4029007096801308959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/weaning-and-winning-moms-lottery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/4029007096801308959?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564257749796397486/posts/default/4029007096801308959?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splitroute.blogspot.com/2012/05/weaning-and-winning-moms-lottery.html' title='Weaning  and Winning: A Mom&apos;s Lottery Jackpot Price'/><author><name>josh_balanay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195576302199743804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoYNAQWzOb8/T6ArMmRuxEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5WuXWYv0UJI/s220/156551_10150749201833058_567798057_9159940_435332003_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-467c8luiOjg/T7qTgMu2nGI/AAAAAAAAACA/BJNy2jheoRM/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EAQ346fSp7ImA9WhVUEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564257749796397486.post-2497817710118741840</id><published>2012-05-17T13:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-17T13:14:02.015-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-17T13:14:02.015-07:00</app:edited><title>The Fruit and Pane Saga</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lately I have been indulging on knowing some reasonable differences between the&amp;nbsp;Macintosh and PC . I guess&amp;nbsp; this is to satisfy that curiosity on why this fruit&amp;nbsp;seems to be outright expensive&amp;nbsp;than the long-standing product of Microsoft's PC. Thanks to wikipedia for an easy access to brief histories (this&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;pass I guess for general information),&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I learned that Macintosh was actually the first commercially successful personal computer to feature a mouse&amp;nbsp;and a graphical user interface (that system we see in our computers today) rather than a command-based user interface (MS-DOS or a system using some commands so the program will function).&amp;nbsp;Not until in 1995 when Microsoft bloomed its now the most used PCs, Macintosh temporarily exited the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, all the while I thought computers were all about&amp;nbsp;Microsoft and its Windows, etc&amp;nbsp;but apparently, there's this product that has been existent even before I was born.&amp;nbsp; I guess Microsoft had very good marketing strategies that kept them in place for so many years. Even in this age when Apple is rising up and&amp;nbsp;all its products are becoming a popular culture,&amp;nbsp;Microsoft stays in the market with huge production and sales. Not to mention the fact that a larger part of the world uses their systems. I went to school for roughly more than a decade and not once have I tried to touch or even booted up a Mac (this was between 1990 - 2004).&amp;nbsp; That was a sad part. There was that culture infested on most computer-illiterate customers that Microsoft is the ONLY 'best' computer a regular low-mid/mid class household can have. This was ofcourse how sales agents would sell it at that time. We fell on this trap because we DID NOT know anything. So, with a relatively affordable amount we bought our very first personal computer desktop. Mac then was emerging at that time too but because we belong to the financially constraint group, the price of that very cute colored computer (orange was&amp;nbsp;a click)&amp;nbsp;was never even in a tip of our reach. So since then, my knowledge of a good computer fell short of&amp;nbsp; 1. cheap = AFFORDABLE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. the bandwagon - majority consumes it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But &amp;nbsp;I'm not regretting anything about&amp;nbsp;the use of PC if I may, &amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp; for the whole part of our school and career lives the past 10 years, Microsoft has fulfilled its purpose and we were and are&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;very satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess my dilemma now is the risk (I'm not even sure if that's the right term) of trying something new.&amp;nbsp; See, Windows have been every household's bestfriend and it's like a religion that has became an opium to most of us (admit it please..lol) trying this new system is just something so difficult to fathom. But not in the world of pop culture I guess, now that smartphones equate to IPhone and IPad alone,&amp;nbsp; Apple Inc elevates more in capturing a consumer's need and I think that the&amp;nbsp;most important character&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;accessibility options that this sleak system offers. Yes, it's true and I can attest&amp;nbsp; to that even if I don't use Mac on a daily basis except for software testing at work. The issue of accessibility targets the heart of every&amp;nbsp;end-user; &amp;nbsp;and I guess this is why a&amp;nbsp;new wave&amp;nbsp;gears towards the use of Macintosh nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is it even worth trying?&amp;nbsp; There could be a million reasons a PC/MSWindows user will have to maintain its loyalty from using Mac, but I can only think of one (most applicable to myself) why it restrains me to even attempt to have one. It's PRICE. If I can get a Toshiba laptop for less than $800 and I know for a fact that it will last for the next 5 or so years with a quality slightly rusted (which literally is a FACT since our laptop is perfectly working to this date from its purchase in 2007), why will I buy the same form for more than a $1000 bucks when I know that they will work the same? (This is ofcourse in the context of an average computer user everday). Why should I try to use Mac instead of PC? &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that there are millions of reasons&amp;nbsp;out there as well that&amp;nbsp;can definitely defend consumption of this product but because I am just a regular user earning&amp;nbsp;the minimum paycheck, every single&amp;nbsp;cent that I spend should equate to the value of whatever&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;item provides. See, that is my paycheck right there so I wanna make sure that it's&amp;nbsp;worthily spent.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a nice treat for my brain tonight and save my promise its words &amp;nbsp;I decided to share little facts of what I found out about one of America's well celebrated date. &lt;br /&gt;
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This historical event of Mexico's &amp;nbsp;triumph over the French occupation has become one of America's most celebrated days of the year. &amp;nbsp;Mexico's commemoration of their heritage and pride is &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; translated &amp;nbsp;into good food and great tequila shots over friends and family togetherness. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is such of great flattery (I would have thought) they might have in learning that this historical victory has then become an American national observation. &lt;br /&gt;
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The battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862 is just another battle that every country may have had fought for in the context of gaining independence. &amp;nbsp;But what makes this day so intriguing to me is the fact that this celebration has become so popular that even on every local television commercials today, &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cinco de Mayo's &lt;/i&gt;humor elevates. What is so special about it? Why is the fifth of May regarded as a cool national event?&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this boggle has nothing to do with what history unfolds, because if we read the books there lies the facts. It is not really a question of what happened or what was the day about but more on the reason why we co-celebrate this with such rapport and enthusiasm. Do we actually celebrate it the way Mexicans really want this event celebrated?&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;
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It seemed to have been my normal midweek. I went to work my usual 8-hour software testing routine and went home after. I rushed to get home for a very important thing to do; and of course I want to give credit to those motorists that were not so cooperative today I had the fastest 15-minute drive from work to home, which on a normal (the right speed vs. the discretionary one) scale would be around 20-25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I parked and got in the house. She was asleep so I decided to just go straight to our room and turn this laptop on (which by the way, was a bit irritating on my part since I was just working a whole day with its world). Nonetheless, I had to.&lt;br /&gt;
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As my little angel woke up I carried her and immediately felt the high temperature. She was feverishly ill. If there's anything I am scared of...it will be to see our daughter get sick. I can never be more scared than that; and since the fear wouldn't obviously go away the stressors &amp;nbsp;around me were just so enthused by the fact that they have won my weakest point and that any moment from when the fear commenced I shall collapse. But ofcourse with all these said, I had no choice but to deal with it and face it ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has never gotten any fever of some sort for almost a year now so it became a first grader situation for me again to deal with a toddler who is not feeling so well. I knew it was strep throat when she complained of her (mouth) as she drank water. She wouldn't eat so we &amp;nbsp;brought her to the Urgent Care Clinic. Roughly about 15 minutes we reached the place and we began to fill in forms as new patients. Our little princess was asked to step on the weighing scale, which she did without any questions. So into the room, we waited for the on-duty pediatrician. Dr Morgan was cool and the first 2 minutes of her talk dealt with my braces which she has the same apparently.&lt;br /&gt;
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So she began the test. As Jaida sat on that medical bed (I have no idea what it's called) which was reclined in a 45 degree angle, the doctor asked her.."would you like to be a doctor?" &amp;nbsp;"yes!" as what our little Jaida spoke with such conviction you won't even think she's sick. "okey...so i want you to use this and look at my ears okey?" &amp;nbsp;"okey!!!" as Jaida answered. "now jaida...what did you see?" she was quiet so the doctor proceeded and asked about her throat. She holds the little flash light and as the doctor asked..."now what do you see on my throat?&lt;br /&gt;
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Jaida spoke "DRAGON"&lt;br /&gt;
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...and we all laughed so hard our tummies where painful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her dragon must have sprinkled some magic for her to see it anywhere she pleases. The 104.8 temperature never had showed at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our dear little princess just has the toughest spirit. Get well soon anak! Mommy's beginning to get so much stressed on it. :-(&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to&amp;nbsp;recreate my journal and this time I'd like to share the most of my bests and worsts. That may sound a little too much of a starter but the idea is to feature significant pieces each day to capture a journey way beyond the ordinary; now that is a goal. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, since it's day 1 of my planning and development...allow me to begin this&amp;nbsp;adventure by saying...&lt;br /&gt;
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"Welcome to my split route and I do hope that you will enjoy the journey with me compiling my daily adventures and destinations with life, love, anger and everything in between. " &lt;br /&gt;
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