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Going to Davao by bus usually only takes 6 hours but during our trip it took us 8 hrs. It is best to travel @ night time so you can really maximize your time going around the city and its beauty spots. Leyna had a great time @ Blue Jaz Resort, Samal Island. We visited this resort because of their giant pool slide but was not able to  try cause it was under repair. Kids would also enjoy cause they also have a smaller version of the pool slide and kiddie swimming pool. We did not to bring any food and decided to just order on their resto. Their food taste great. What I also like about this resort is its surrounding is very clean even on their changing room. They really have enough personnel to attend to your needs. My husband and I agreed that we will go back there again very soon.... :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8365676052859322793-3321974192871588003?l=hazelcaballero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hazelcaballero.blogspot.com/feeds/3321974192871588003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365676052859322793/posts/default/3321974192871588003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365676052859322793/posts/default/3321974192871588003?v=2" /><author><name>Hazel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394975663056036627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BwN3HLIXZcA/SWweICZKYEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/laPHnHaL110/S220/Mom+n+leyna001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fqlEixbGzc/TcVHvVL-X_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0SmTFIWwOqA/s72-c/CIMG0277.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DQnk-eyp7ImA9WhZSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365676052859322793.post-3692746074716881040</id><published>2011-03-30T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:17:53.753-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-30T19:17:53.753-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><title>Kinder 1 Moving up ceremony</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYh9anty2Xs/TZPahe4bWZI/AAAAAAAAADc/hGWdgprE7f0/s1600/CIMG0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590051831257192850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYh9anty2Xs/TZPahe4bWZI/AAAAAAAAADc/hGWdgprE7f0/s320/CIMG0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRbA_xKW2G4/TZPZwjE4MgI/AAAAAAAAADU/S0D-Nkj6S3k/s1600/CIMG0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590050990569566722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRbA_xKW2G4/TZPZwjE4MgI/AAAAAAAAADU/S0D-Nkj6S3k/s320/CIMG0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Leyna's day yesterday.... It was their moving up ceremony. She got 3 awards namely: math/science, com. arts and most cooperative. I am really proud of her accomplishments in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was so happy yesterday because her grandparents also witnessed the event and after which we went to the city to celebrate. I thought her grandparents had some errands to do but we went to the city just to make leyna's day complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congratulations again langga... You made mommy and daddy very proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365676052859322793-3692746074716881040?l=hazelcaballero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been over a year since my last article and have promised myself to write again. Here it is..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Lea from HK has always been planning to visit the Dahilayan Zip Line and Park here in Bukidnon, PH everytime she comes home for a vacation but because of a very hectic and short stay the plans of going there was always postponed. Fortunately, on her last Feb vaca we were able to go and experience the adventure. The original plan was only my husband and sister will ride since i've already experienced it before when my cousin from NZ also visited last year. By the time we arrived at the park, my daughter Leyna has kept on telling us that she wants to ride the zipline too. At first I was a bit reluctant for her to ride cause I was afraid she might not be able to handle the adrenaline but she was persistent and since her dad and aunt will be riding with her, we gave in to her request. While the attendant was putting on her harness, she was very excited and was still had a very wide smile but by the time she was hanging on the line she had a very serious face and was holding on dearly. I was waiting for her to tell us that she wants to back out but she never did! (waaahhh!!! brave girl!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived, she kept on telling us that she wants to ride again (hehe) I really admire her braveness and have never thought she DID IT and wants to do it again! Really really brave......&lt;/span&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/8365676052859322793-5359593640422723257?l=hazelcaballero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On the first week, July 6, I was admitted at the hospital for a scheduled "raspa" procedure since I had an abnormal thick blood lining that caused a continuous menstruation for about a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure went well and was done July 8 since a lot of blood tests has to be made first for clearance thanks to my Ob-Gyne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was discharged (July 9), I already had my next appointment with my doctor 2weeks after. I was confident that I was "A" okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came (July 12) and the family and my mom went to the mall for some groceries and also to visit my in-laws. Everything went very well and was not feeling unsual. I was even watching an MJ special before sleeping. Monday came (July 13) when the alarm sounded for me to prepare breakfast but when I moved to get up, the lower right side of my stomach was very painful. I thought first that maybe it was just because of my sleeping position. I still went through with my usual routine of accompanying my daughter to school and back to the house. After eating lunch, the pain got even stronger that made me lay down to bed until the afternoon. It had came to a point that I told my husband to take me to the hospital since I could no longer endure the pain and was already having a fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blessing in disguise that when we arrived at the hospital my OB-Gyne was also at the emergency room so we were attended right away and she advised that I be admitted right away. The following day, a series of test was again made. blood chem, ultra sound and others was done again to find out what was wrong again with me. Finally (July 14) my surgeon concluded that I had appendicitis and had to be operated ASAP. No time was wasted and by 2pm I was already inside the operating room and had my appendics removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;True enough the surgeons' findings was really appendicitis and was very thankful that the procedure was done since he said that the appendics was about to rupture anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!!!! Am okay now and the wound is healing. Thanks for the prayers and thank you Lord for giving me a second chance in life. &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/8365676052859322793-7299800750598406908?l=hazelcaballero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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