<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEBQX4_eSp7ImA9WhdWEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902</id><updated>2011-09-03T22:04:10.041+08:00</updated><title>Mommy Monologue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEBQX4zfSp7ImA9WhdWEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-885229392093185052</id><published>2011-09-03T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:04:10.085+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-03T22:04:10.085+08:00</app:edited><title>BBG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;What's in a name? that which we call a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;By any other name would smell as sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;yey!! it's been two months and two weeks since i gave birth to a Bouncin' Baby Girl (hence the title. lol.), and it has been a blast! don't you just love watching a baby sleep? sneeze? smile? hiccup? well, don't you just love everything a baby does? from opening their tiny little eyes to giving you a huge burp after they have finished their milk? :) oohh!! i just love my baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;by the way, i wanted to share with you my daughter's name... Calliah Cytheria. :) that's why i borrowed shakespeare's lines.. :) Calliah means "beautiful", although some sites say it "beautiful voice"... i have no complaints there. beautiful and beautiful voice is great. Cytheria is venus' other name... so basically love and beauty. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;here's a couple of pics of my beautiful baby girl... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs2yARIrYas/TmIxR6WxtGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GY2BmGcqnOA/s1600/319336_2150164908294_1071505387_2429389_5538725_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs2yARIrYas/TmIxR6WxtGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GY2BmGcqnOA/s320/319336_2150164908294_1071505387_2429389_5538725_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648131066468349026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpsmH3zhgXk/TmIxFlavw-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BvJFrZTEMWE/s1600/319336_2150164868293_1071505387_2429388_3036551_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpsmH3zhgXk/TmIxFlavw-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BvJFrZTEMWE/s320/319336_2150164868293_1071505387_2429388_3036551_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648130854689424354" /&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/2714638474180411902-885229392093185052?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/885229392093185052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/09/bbg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/885229392093185052?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/885229392093185052?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/09/bbg.html' title='BBG!!!'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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building a happy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny how life and love works - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not careful, you'd sure be hurt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just when you're about to give up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fate gives you one last love-cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time indeed goes by so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know that we sure would last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for everyday i love you more and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i still would, even if we'd have children of four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-8262300891153203556?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/8262300891153203556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-macky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/8262300891153203556?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/8262300891153203556?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-macky.html' title='for macky'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYER3c5eip7ImA9WhZUFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-1518844102791390494</id><published>2011-06-10T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:21:46.922+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-10T16:21:46.922+08:00</app:edited><title>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i am about to give birth to my second child in a matter of days. i am truly excited! however, i am also full of worry... you see, my first born was delivered through cesarrean section, and now, as expected, the second will be the same. early through this pregnancy, i believed that i can have a normal delivery the second time around, since this is widely practiced nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i first went to see my ob-gyn on december - i was about 3 months pregnant then. she knew about the cesarrean section but did not mention anything about how i was supposed to give birth... when i had my first ultrasound last january, i was informed that the baby is smaller than expected... that's okay. my mother always tells me that it's alright to deliver a small baby because i can always fatten her up after she is born. :) that increased my hope for having a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarrean), since my baby is not that big, i have a higher chance of having a normal delivery... or so i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was regularly seeing the doctor for 3 months, the i had to stop because i had to relocate. i had just found new ob-gyn in my area a few weeks ago, and she told me that i have to have a cesarrean section again because. she ordered me to have an ultrasound again to check the baby's size.. and lo and behold, she is big! well, maybe not that big, but above average big... and what's more, she told me that i may be having the operation on the 16th, the latest would be the 20th. i honestly am not prepared.. haha! i had my mind set that my baby cho (korean for second) will have the same birth month as my first daughter, which is july...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i am glad that baby cho will be here just in time for father's day.. i'm sure my hubby will be happy to have another gift of life for father's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-1518844102791390494?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/1518844102791390494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/1518844102791390494?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/1518844102791390494?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AEQXo-fSp7ImA9WhZVFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-8093299325877237425</id><published>2011-05-27T06:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T06:41:40.455+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-27T06:41:40.455+08:00</app:edited><title>on love and fairytales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1C0_7l-DMk/Td7WhqqkONI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iH59gMpA8T8/s1600/dear_heart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1C0_7l-DMk/Td7WhqqkONI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iH59gMpA8T8/s320/dear_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611158059627067602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little girl has a dream - to have her very own fairytale. i was once a little girl, and i, too, had this dream. i mean, who wouldn't? after hearing cinderella's story on your father's lap, wouldn't you wish that you were her? sure she was enslaved by her sisters and step mother, but wouldn't you also go through that, as long as you know that you would have the same ending - happy ever after with your prince charming? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so maybe not every little girl wanted a prince charming... but one thing is for sure, every little girl wanted to the the princess. every little girl wanted to have her very own tiara and her very own castle, where her every whim is obeyed. but this doesn't stay like this, that little girl will grow up, and eventually, would like to have the prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, it comes down to this simple fact - a girl, regardless of age, wants to be someone's princess. she wants to be pampered and cared for by one special guy - her prince. a girl wants to be wooed; she wants romance. she wants to feel that she is special, and that her prince would gladly battle a witch or a dragon just to keep her safe and win her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fairytale isn't like cinderella's or snow white's... mine is, well, not grand. it all started when i went to cebu city to work in a call center. i had no intention of looking for love at that time, i was there for work, and work alone. but fate had a different plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really is true that love will just find you. you don't have to search high and low to find love for it will present itself to you, in the right place and time. you also don't have to plan the course of your relationship because more often than not, your plan will fail. just go with the flow, and take it one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is so much that i want to say, maybe mostly because my brain is lacking oxygen at the moment (see previous post), but i don't have the energy to organize my thoughts at the moment. so, in a desperate attempt to busy myself, here i am rambling about this and that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, to conclude this rambling session, i just want to share that even if my fairytale isn't exactly how i imagined it to be (long and romantic courtship, engagement, grand wedding, happy ever after... in that order...), i am still blissfully happy. happy and thankful for having been given a loving (though sometimes abnormal) husband, whom i know loves me and my family, and is willing to court me for the rest of our happy life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2714638474180411902-8093299325877237425?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/8093299325877237425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-love-and-fairytales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/8093299325877237425?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/8093299325877237425?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-love-and-fairytales.html' title='on love and fairytales...'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1C0_7l-DMk/Td7WhqqkONI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iH59gMpA8T8/s72-c/dear_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYMR30yeip7ImA9WhZVFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-8270122150595605848</id><published>2011-05-27T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T05:43:06.392+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-27T05:43:06.392+08:00</app:edited><title>alive, awake and hardly breathing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's 4:22am on friday, may 27, and i am still wide awake. i actually have no problem about being awake at this hour, but today is different... i am awake and having difficulty breathing. yes, i am having an asthma attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i knew that this is inevitable... i knew that i only had a couple of puffs left in my inhaler last night, that's why i asked my mom to stop by the pharmacy and buy a new one... but she didn't. she might have forgotten it, or, she purposely did not buy one for me since she always insists that i stop using my inhaler. according to her, my inhaler keeps me fat... haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;anyway.. here i am, typing furiously, making an effort breathe and trying to resurrect this long forgotten blog, while desperately searching the world wide web for anything that i could do to help me in the predicament that i am in... in case any of you is interested of my find, here's the best ones yet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. Breathing Exercises&lt;/strong&gt; – Breathing exercises are a safe and usually effective asthma attack treatment, one that does not involve drugs or side effects. &lt;a href="http://www.healtharticles101.com/breathing-exercises-for-asthma-sufferers/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Breathing exercises for asthm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healtharticles101.com/breathing-exercises-for-asthma-sufferers/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;a&lt;/a&gt; must be learned and practiced regularly for them to work as well as possible in preventing an attack and symptoms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;2. Steroid Inhalers&lt;/strong&gt; – Steroid inhalers can be very effective with brittle asthma and many other types of this condition.&lt;span id="more-7198" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; These inhalers reduce inflammation using corticosteroids that are inhaled into the airways, so you can breathe with less difficulty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;3. Chamomilla&lt;/strong&gt; – Chamomilla is one of the many &lt;a href="http://www.healtharticles101.com/top-10-homeopathic-asthma-remedies/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;homeopathic asthma remedies&lt;/a&gt; which are popular, and which work for some people with this condition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4. Coffee&lt;/strong&gt; – A common home remedy for an asthma attack treatment is coffee, the stronger the better. While this may not work for a severe attack, often a cup of coffee may short circuit an asthma attack before it becomes full blown and the symptoms worsen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;5. Epinephrine&lt;/strong&gt; – Epinephrine is a common key ingredient in &lt;a href="http://www.healtharticles101.com/asthma-medications-over-the-counter-review/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;asthma medications over the counter&lt;/a&gt;, and is frequently used to control asthma without requiring a prescription or office visit costs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;6. Theophylline&lt;/strong&gt; – One popular asthma attack treatment is the drug Theophylline. This is one of the most common prescription medications used to treat asthma, and the drug works very effectively in most patients to open the airways,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;7. Vick’s Vapor Rub&lt;/strong&gt; – For some individuals with asthma Vick’s Vapor Rub may provide some relief. This product is rubbed on the entire chest area, and helps to loosen and relax the muscles and tissue around the airways so breathing is easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;8. Acupuncture&lt;/strong&gt; -Acupuncture is one of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healtharticles101.com/natural-asthma-cures-what-are-my-options/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;natural asthma cures&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that provides relief for a large number of people. This method has been used for a very long time, and is both safe and effective in most cases.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;9. Steam&lt;/strong&gt; – Steam is a popular home remedy for an asthma attack treatment. Water can be boiled on the stove, with the person having asthma leaning over the steam rising from the pot. A hot shower may also be successful in lessening or eliminating the attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;10. Herbal Remedies&lt;/strong&gt; – There are some herbs which may work to treat asthma, and these may be safe in most situations. If you take any medications you should always check with a doctor or pharmacist before taking anything new for the first time. Although usually safe, some herbs may interact with some medications and cause problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;okay, so i actually tried two that are readily available, vick's vapor rub and coffee, but i am still here, still huffing and puffing and listening to the wheezing sound of my breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;oh, and did i mention that i am now pregnant? yup, i am! and as i am typing, the little bundle of joy inside of me is doing somersaults, as if to say, "mama, i need some oxygen here." for lack of something to do, i also researched the side effects of using an inhaler during pregnancy, and i have found out that, lo and behold, breathing is important. haha!! and the risk to the fetus from a mom not having enough oxygen outweighs the risk of the medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i am actually aware that asthma inhalers are safe during a pregnancy because i was still using mine during my first baby, but not to the extent of how i am using my inhaler for this second pregnancy... i mean, before, my ventolin would last 2-3 months, but now, my asmacaire would run out in 15 days. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's really getting harder to breathe now.. :'( i'll do what i can for now, hopefully i can get my hands on an inhaler in a couple of hours. for now, i'll just sit and watch the sky as light begins to peep through... or write about another something later...&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/2714638474180411902-8270122150595605848?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/8270122150595605848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/05/alive-awake-and-hardly-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/8270122150595605848?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/8270122150595605848?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2011/05/alive-awake-and-hardly-breathing.html' title='alive, awake and hardly breathing...'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MNSXYyeSp7ImA9Wx5SFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-6534754851744908782</id><published>2010-08-10T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:04:58.891+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-10T21:04:58.891+08:00</app:edited><title>to the man i will someday love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I found this article and decided to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RELATIONSHIPS ARE always a difficult terrain to navigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As a woman, you spend hours pondering—alone or with your girl friends—the intricacies of the human heart. You always hope and pray that the next generation will get it better than you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Below is a letter I found in my friend’s website (I have her permission to share this). She wrote it to “the man I will someday love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was expecting to read a gushing, romantic, idealistic tome. I was humbled instead by her sentiments. It’s filled with sensible expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I pray that this will make every girl believe that hope does spring eternal, and even if your heart has been broken a few times, you can always put the pieces back together, and make it right the next time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Take your time. Don’t rush and don’t just “settle.” If it’s part of His plan, God’s best awaits you out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dear You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love’s kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who’s willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could’ve read as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like “All My Life” or “A Whole New World” in my head when I see him does not mean I don’t hope that it’ll ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect princess. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;With the hope I will be yours for always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-6534754851744908782?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/6534754851744908782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-man-i-will-someday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/6534754851744908782?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/6534754851744908782?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-man-i-will-someday-love.html' title='to the man i will someday love'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMCQn48fSp7ImA9WxFXFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-4777829762342046512</id><published>2010-05-23T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:04:23.075+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-23T12:04:23.075+08:00</app:edited><title>work at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVPiVE-p8vU/S_iotswVBXI/AAAAAAAAADc/ShPYjxU06ro/s1600/My_computer____by_sleepyforest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVPiVE-p8vU/S_iotswVBXI/AAAAAAAAADc/ShPYjxU06ro/s320/My_computer____by_sleepyforest.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474310850130281842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never imagined that over the last three to four years, home-based jobs would get this big! from data-entry, to marketing, to transcription... anything! anyone can be hired by another, even if they're halfway around the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, here i am, trying my luck on what's supposedly 55% of Americans are doing... why? well, who wouldn't want to work at home? no need to buy gas for your car, or shell out cash for fares to get to the office, no need to dress up - you can work in your underwear - and of course, no boss that would breathe down your neck.. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-4777829762342046512?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/4777829762342046512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/4777829762342046512?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/4777829762342046512?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-at-home.html' title='work at home'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVPiVE-p8vU/S_iotswVBXI/AAAAAAAAADc/ShPYjxU06ro/s72-c/My_computer____by_sleepyforest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkECQX8-eSp7ImA9WxFQGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-2583968301351239688</id><published>2010-05-15T04:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T04:57:40.151+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-15T04:57:40.151+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>whew! election season finally ended. so, we have our new leaders, and all of us Filipinos are hoping and praying that the newly elected officers will bring us stability and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmp! that was too seious for me. haha!! i am having a hard time connecting to facebook and twitter... is it just me? i also tried friendster today, only to get the same result. hmmm... is it my ancient laptop that's the problem?? poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have been quite preoccupied during the last few days to find a legit work from home. i know i'm a bit too late on this online job thing, but i still have high hopes. anyone who can help me?? pretty please... :) so far i have tried some ptc sites, and i have reached (actually, i have way more) their minimum payout already, but they're still not letting me redeem the amount i've earned. scums! i mean, i already have tripled the minimum payment amount and they still say that i have not reached the minimum yet, and i know they say that i should wait 30 days for the system to check my account, but it has been 5 months already for some of the ptc sites i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money sure is hard to find!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-2583968301351239688?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/2583968301351239688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/05/whew-election-season-finally-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/2583968301351239688?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/2583968301351239688?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/05/whew-election-season-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AGRHc5eCp7ImA9WxFRGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-3091107937782691905</id><published>2010-05-04T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:55:25.920+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-04T00:55:25.920+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;golly... i can't believe the last post time posted something was, what, 2 and a half years ago?? haha! talk about busy, huh? well, just why do i start blogging again, you ask? i don't really know, to be honest. free time maybe? nah.. i don't think so.. i read the past entries and i noticed there were a lot of typo errors.. haha!! anyway, i know you'd still understand what i was talking about... hmmm... there's a lot that i wanna share... a lot of things happened... good and bad. but where to start...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know!! let's start on how i dutifully retrieved my password for this acct in 3 long days.. haha!! silly me... i forgot what my log-in was for this, you know. i forgot what email address i used, i forgot the password... i even don't know the answer to my secret question!! which is, by the way, just my daughter's name!! how could a mother ever forget her child's name?? dummy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway.. that's that. i guess i'll have time to update this blog and make it worthy to visit in just a few days.. *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-3091107937782691905?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/3091107937782691905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/05/golly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/3091107937782691905?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/3091107937782691905?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2010/05/golly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8ASH48fyp7ImA9WBBVEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-235550421585611941</id><published>2006-12-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:00:49.077+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-12-13T21:00:49.077+08:00</app:edited><title>dec 13</title><content type='html'>i have been out of the cyber space connection for a couple of weeks and i am already far behind!!! duh..?! this is what we get with technology... we just can't seem to keep up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... friendster updated its modules. and so my old layouts aren't working anymore... i'd have to update my codes and post it again. damn!! the new friendster filters many CSS codes! my, all i can do is make the boxes transparent! whew!! no more reversed tables... i can only do so little... :sob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have just found out that sometime last week, my mom was approached a old woman... my mom said that this woman came to her office. the old woman had my mom's photo with her. she asked my mom if she's the one on the photo. she said that the photo was given to her son by a man, and the man asked the old woman's son to "do" my mother!! WTF!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is happening?! what the f*ck if happening here??!!!! you know what, there is only one man in my mind... i can think of only one who would want to do this to my mother. f*ck him!!! if i had my way, i would drop a bomb at his house!!! :sigh: forgive me... :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til here... i'll update codes and i have to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-235550421585611941?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/235550421585611941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/12/dec-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at home has been down since FOREVER!!! damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these past few weeks were like hell!! emotionally... i don't know why i've been feeling so down lately... i guess something stirs my emotional side when i have nothing to do at home... it gets me to thinking, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna rant about how fucked up i felt (and still feeling) but my time is limited... only 10 mins left before closing time... harhar!!! i'm now at a local internet cafe, and it's 10pm already... hihihi!!! maybe some other time for rants... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally got to read the stephen king book i bought ages ago... i have tried reading that earlier this year but i just didn't get the feel of it until last week. and it turned out nicely!! stephen king is such a brilliant writer!!!!! so much suspense!! whew!!! there was even a time where i just couldn't sleep... not because i wanted to read till morning, but because i was so scared!!!! talk about scaredypants... harhar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have messages to reply to on friendster... so tah-tah for now!!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-7982122235453470321?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/7982122235453470321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/7982122235453470321?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/7982122235453470321?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-30.html' title='nov 30'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUADRng5eip7ImA9WBBQFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-1128964561003104912</id><published>2006-11-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:36:17.622+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-16T22:36:17.622+08:00</app:edited><title>nov 16</title><content type='html'>we went out today... me, onna and agot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was supposed to be only onna and me because agot already went out yesterday, but she insisted that she come along, so i let her. we just went to jollibee to have lunch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take onna out of the house and go somewhere so could be surrounded by other people. i was planning to bring her to the "mall" so she could play at the arcade, you know, just to ride on the carousel... but since agot went along, i had no more extra money after lunch!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw onna's father at the fastfood. she calls him "pappy"... i don't know why she's fond of calling her that. i could see that she misses him. she asks "sa'n pappy?" or "where's pappy" whenever he's out of her sight. she doesn't look for him if he asks permission to leave though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what goes on on his mind... i know he loves onna dearly but it seems he takes her for granted. maybe he really is too young to handle such responsibility at the moment. still, i'm quite happy for him coz it seems that he is finnaly seeing things clearer now. he told me once that he wants to go to school next school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i'll post about the state of my heart tomorrow. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8HRHc9fSp7ImA9WBBQFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-7201079565702486933</id><published>2006-11-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:53:55.965+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-15T21:53:55.965+08:00</app:edited><title>nov 15</title><content type='html'>my life is soooo boring!!! i'm not in school anymore, and i still have no job!! :sob:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many problems surround me!! sometimes i think i wanna die already... :( but i can't. i still have too many responsibilities on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i changed my friendster layout today... i find having an overlay (and a pretty one at that) is such a hassle. people who view my page sends me a message and ask me to make one for them... it really isn't much, but if you have to make 20 different and personalized web pages, it gets to you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd mae overlays but i'd post it on my other blog. that way, anybody could use it...why can't they teach themselves how to do it..? i mean, i learned THAT way. but i still find it amusing that about a couple of months ago, i was "scavenging" for html and css knowledge... and now, my friends thinks i'm a genious or something!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kind of tired... lol. tired of doing nothing. tired of being stagnant. i hope i can put my knowledge and skills to use soon. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-7201079565702486933?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/7201079565702486933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Date an Aries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/aries.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f68bb8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient, restless, and selfish - it's a lot of work to make an Aries happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you drop the ball, your Aries will be gone faster than you can say "I'm sorry"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead try dating: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldntyoudatequiz/"&gt;What Sign Shouldn't You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='date'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYCRX05eCp7ImA9WBBQFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-7139134855798879991</id><published>2006-11-14T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:46:04.320+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-14T13:46:04.320+08:00</app:edited><title>nov 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Chestnut Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/chestnut-tree.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f68bb8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a born diplomat with a well developed sense of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're impressive and intimidating, you're also fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be irritated easily, and you sometimes act superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you are sensitive of others feelings and very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel misunderstood and are fiercely close to those who know you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&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/2714638474180411902-7139134855798879991?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/7139134855798879991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/7139134855798879991?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/7139134855798879991?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-14.html' title='nov 14'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYBR3czcSp7ImA9WBBQFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-1452093750260848261</id><published>2006-11-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:15:56.989+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-13T20:15:56.989+08:00</app:edited><title>nov 13</title><content type='html'>the day is almost over... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i'm so happy coz many of my friends still remeber my birthday, considering we don't have much communication now coz we lead our own lives. i love all of them dearly!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... just as i thought!! my mom and my other siblings totally forgot about my birthday! but thay're all forgiven. they were all busy preparing for office and school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 exes (yes, there's only two of them), also did not forget. one came here to greet me at about 10 am. and the other called me up at the same hour. the latter actually wanted to treat me today, i just didn't give him a chance... or maybe i should have? :D i'm glad we all remained friends... i know not all lovers end up as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay's mom adviced that i should burn a pink candle in church... for love. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, my siblings and i went out for dinner to celebrate. i thanked my mom for treating all of us. i know i am my mother's favorite child. :D we don't eat out any of my siblings' birthdays, we just cook special food here at home. and also, she's still protective when it comes to me. just last week, i had to go out to rent a PC coz there was no internet connection here at home, and by 6 pm, she was already texting me, asking me to come home. she isn't like that to my sis and bro. hmm... maybe being eldest means i ahev to grow up fast to handle some responsibility, but remain a child at the same time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also finished and posted 6 layouts today. thanks to the new image hosting site i didcovered. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still kin of sad coz jay didn't call... i sort of hoped that he'd call just to greet me. i guess he's still at sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... that's all for today!! i have to give up the PC coz my bro wants to use it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me!! and you as well!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-1452093750260848261?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/1452093750260848261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/1452093750260848261?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/1452093750260848261?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-13.html' title='nov 13'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcEQ3Y-eSp7ImA9WBBQFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-4332390020556203151</id><published>2006-11-13T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:30:02.851+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-13T15:30:02.851+08:00</app:edited><title>birthday!!</title><content type='html'>this is refreshing... :D it's only 7 in the morning, and here i am, blogging already... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just in a good mood this morning... thanks to the people who were already greeting me at 12 midnight!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna jot these people down here so i won't forget who greeted me first this year... heheh!! so, the first one was gladys at 7:40pm last night; maricel, at 9:45 pm last night; mark at 12:01; cianne at 12:08; ynz at 12:09; jade at 5:34 this morning; rodel at 6:14; and tita emee at 6:17 in the morning. :D silly me... anyway, i just want to remenber those who remembered. and yah, my sister greeted me at 6:05 when she woke up... lol. the other siblings didn't... oh well, maybe they'll buy me gifts later (i wish!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna make a list of the things that i want to change in myself... kind of a birthday resolution... coz every new year resolution i make isn't quite followed, i figured maybe a birthday resolution would make more inpact to me than the other. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so within this year, i wanna be a new me. :D i wanna be leaner!! i wanna have a job. i wanna have a clearer view of my future. i wanna leave all the negative vibes that i have gathered through the past year behind me. i just wanna be happy. i guess that's that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, my bestfriend didn't forget my birthday... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be coming back tonight for more... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-4332390020556203151?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/4332390020556203151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/4332390020556203151?v=2'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;anyway... this had been a good day. we watched marathon disney animations!! harhar!! and some action movies as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my siblings and i played jacks ans stones when the power went out at around dusk... it was fun!! but i think pick up sticks and scrabble would be a lot more fun. but my siblings don't dig those kind of games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh!! i was browsing some friendster profiles earlier, and i found another site that gives away free pre-made layouts. so i browsed at its free layouts to get some good ideas for my site, when akas!! i saw a couple of my own layouts (posted on my site and at my contributory site), being credited to someone else!! i smiled... i know things like these happens, so i'll just take it as a compliment... someone liked my layout enough to credit it to his name! :D and besides, when i checked it out, i found out that my credits were still on the codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't posted new layouts for my site... i can't understand why i can't upload images!! is it my pc?? i can't upload on imageshack, imgdump, nor photobucket!!! i don't know what to do anymore... can't make new layouts because of this predicament...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... another day is through. tomorrow is another special day for me!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-4364083771447668699?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/4364083771447668699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/4364083771447668699?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/4364083771447668699?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/nov-12.html' title='nov 12'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIEQH4-fSp7ImA9WBBQEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-814430379862636202</id><published>2006-11-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:05:01.055+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-11T23:05:01.055+08:00</app:edited><title>anniversary</title><content type='html'>an hour and fifteen minutes to go, and the day would be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( this is so sad.. i guess i have expected too much for him to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't help it you know... deep inside i know that he won't be calling today, or anytime soon for that matter. i guess i just hoped (a little too much) that he'd be able to call on this special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's nothing much i can do now but reminisce a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we knew each other since we were in the fourth grade. we were like the "love team" of the school back then. we grew up and grew apart during high school for we studied in different schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some communication during college, but we led our own lives and had our own relationships. we never really told each other what we felt but we knew it in our hearts. we were open about our relationships so we knew what the other was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier last year, both our relationships failed at almost the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess destiny (if there's such a thing) wanted us to be together at this point of out lives. it just hurts a little because though we're together, we are still apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no use getting so dramatic over things i have no control of.  i just have to deal!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-814430379862636202?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/814430379862636202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/814430379862636202?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/814430379862636202?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/anniversary.html' title='anniversary'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUFQng5fip7ImA9WBBQEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714638474180411902.post-3492146290017022719</id><published>2006-11-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:40:13.626+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2006-11-10T23:40:13.626+08:00</app:edited><title>1st post</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is our anniversary!! yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i'm still crossing my fingers whether he'll call or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, my jay-ar is a sea-farer... he's been away for 8 months now, and he had called me only once during this span of time, and one email, too. sad, i know... still, i can do nothing about it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... it's late here already.. and i'm not in the mood for a lengthy post, so i'll post this forwarded e-mail instead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel plans. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To: My loving wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sure is freaking hot down here!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714638474180411902-3492146290017022719?l=lizette13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/feeds/3492146290017022719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrow-is-our-anniversary-yey-hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/3492146290017022719?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714638474180411902/posts/default/3492146290017022719?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizette13.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrow-is-our-anniversary-yey-hmmm.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>Lizette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06035470585203568762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>