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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHQ3Y8fCp7ImA9WxBbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741310494395605329</id><updated>2010-03-10T22:23:52.874+08:00</updated><title>A Walk Through Life</title><subtitle type="html">Some things are better written... Life, love, music, laughter, experiences, the list goes on.... Welcome to my world...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.joannamashka.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.joannamashka.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741310494395605329/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>meretrisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542739965613963978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/joannamashka/ibnv" /><feedburner:info uri="joannamashka/ibnv" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MR385fip7ImA9WxBbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741310494395605329.post-5868712997443987163</id><published>2010-03-09T09:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:43:06.126+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T10:43:06.126+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finding humor in difficult times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal of happy moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sense of humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="remembering mom" /><title>finding humor even in difficult times</title><content type="html">Here's another entry from mom's &lt;b&gt;journal of happy moments&lt;/b&gt;. I don't know why she found this one funny. Well, back then, she always finds the humor in everything; even in difficult times. Read on below if you want to know the details.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back To The Original&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My eldest daughter, a high school graduating student wanted a new pair of shoes. Our remaining budget could not afford to buy her one, except when she has to wait for the next payday.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has caused me confusion when she, on tantrums, demanded immediate replacement when she kicked the worn-out shoe in front of the T.V. set where we were viewing at the time of her need.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really noticed when she kicked them off the floor that there are holes on the soles.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was compelled to do some immediate action. I got the well-treasured cream-colored shoes from among my favorite shoes and went to the shoemaker. I instructed him to dye the pair of shoes to black so it can be used by my daughter for her school uniform. According to her, the school guard won't let them in if they won't wear black shoes along with their school uniform. I had it double-stitched so it can last longer.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I arrived home to surprise her of my ingenuity, I was more surprised when she said she can't use them without her classmates (most of them, a well-to-do) knowing they were only dyed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was more perplexed when my husband gave me money to give to the shoemaker to have it returned to its original color!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Lifted from Mommy Diana's Journal of Happy Moments&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, when I think about it now, I felt so ashamed of myself because, in a way, I gave my mom a hard time as a housewife and mother. Now that I have just began my life as a mother, this made me recall the pain that she must have felt in the past--the limitations that prevented her to provide for the needs of all her children. Come to think of it, they were only material needs and they were less important; so I'm still very proud of her--even when she graduated Cum Laude back in college, she chose to be a good housewife and mother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now lyrics&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking in your eyes I see a paradise&lt;br /&gt;
This world that I found is too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;
Standing here beside you, want so much to give you&lt;br /&gt;
This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you&lt;br /&gt;
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Let 'em say we're crazy, don't care 'bout that&lt;br /&gt;
Put your hand in my hand baby, don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;
Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;
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And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
Woh woh oh&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so glad I found you, I'm not gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever it takes, I will stay here with you&lt;br /&gt;
Take it to the good times, see it through the bad times&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever it takes is what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;
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Let 'em say we're crazy, what do they know&lt;br /&gt;
Put your arms around me baby, don't ever let go&lt;br /&gt;
Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;
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And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us&lt;br /&gt;
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Ooh, all that I need is you&lt;br /&gt;
All that I ever need&lt;br /&gt;
And all that I want to do&lt;br /&gt;
Is hold you forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;
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And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us&lt;br /&gt;
Woh oh oh-oh-oh &lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
Hey baby&lt;br /&gt;
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And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's what I am thinking at the moment, and by the way, the question applies only to single, free and available people... I believe it's all about culture. If our culture tells us that it is inappropriate for a girl to make the first move or to suggest anything, then a girl is left to suppress her feelings for a guy. This was the culture that I was brought up with; although there were times before that I was left thinking if I would have felt better about myself if I allowed myself to be more open about my feelings. I guess it worked better for me that I didn't because my feelings cannot be trusted at that time yet because they're still unstable. With other countries, though, they say it is even okay to ask the guy for a date. And girls are not even offended if they are rejected.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, anyway, our ability to handle ourselves with men around would somehow change as we grow mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we like someone, we can still show the person that we do and can somehow drop a hint that we look forward to getting to know him better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a relationships guru but here are my ideas on how we can let a person know that we like him and/or how to get a guy to get to know you better:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Look at the person in the eye when you talk and show some sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Be interesting, just as you are. You don't have to act differently. Just try to repackage yourself. I can explain it better this way – If you are going to present a video that the person has not seen yet, he would be skeptical if that video is a good one. So, what do you do? Choose a good 'thumbnail' for that video. Something that you think might catch the person's attention. Highlight the interesting part first but remember not to give everything – just the thumbnail so the person will have to go watch the video until he finishes the full version. Does it make any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Invite the person along with your other sets of friends for some peer activity that will allow both of you to get to know each other. Just do some wholesome fun. Don't think about anything that has to do with wine and getting drunk. They're not going to do both of you any good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Try to be the person with no hang-ups. Even though misery loves company, you don't want to end up miserable with a miserable person. Be the positive person (speak to people, smile at people... blah blah blah) that you would like to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Don't be someone too intimidating for a guy. Don't give a wrong impression that you're too beautiful to be dating anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there anything that I'm missing here? Feel free to comment. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though they say that "money does not really grow on trees", we are happy to have received this little plant (from Stephen's uncle) that's been made to grow on a rock - it's called a &lt;b&gt;Money Tree&lt;/b&gt;! Hmmm, we're not Chinese and I'm not really into feng shui but they say it's going to bring us luck. As if we're not lucky yet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, we're just happy to be proud caretakers of this &lt;b&gt;Money tree bonsai&lt;/b&gt;. It doesn't look like a bonsai yet but soon it will become a beautiful bonsai, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;
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They say that the best thing about caring for a bonsai is that it really won't need so much care and attention. Although, we had a bonsai before, I named her '&lt;i&gt;periwinkle&lt;/i&gt;' but because of too much heat, she didn't survive. This time, we're going to take care of our bonsais. Yes, we were given two. We'll call our money tree 'Pachira' (taken from its scientific name). The other bonsai is bigger - uncle said it is called a &lt;b&gt;Pycos&lt;/b&gt; tree but I don't know its scientific name, so we'll just get settled with the name 'Pycos'.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meet &lt;i&gt;Pachira&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;From time to time, I'll be reading some references on the web on how to care for bonsai.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is it about death that we don't really want to talk about it? Death is a reality that can come to us at anytime but why are we sometimes so unwelcoming when we talk about it? In fact, I have been thinking about my previous post about &lt;a href="http://www.joannamashka.com/2008/11/are-you-prepared-to-die.html"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt; almost two years ago with a brave title that goes – Are you prepared to die? In all fairness, it was a post for All Soul's Day, so I was thinking maybe everybody had been very busy at that time to ever think about sharing their thoughts or comments or perhaps maybe my post just wasn't interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reality of death can really be a scary thing. We don't know when or how we are going to die. We also cry when someone we love dies. We cry because we associate death to losing someone or missing someone. Never did we think about our dead if they have felt any regrets for leaving this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week, we were told about a death of hubby's distant relative who once had the chance to come over to the house when hubby's grandmother came by for a short visit. Grandmother told us that a week before this distant relative died, she had been hinting about her death - like wanting to have all her laundry done that week because she wants everything else clean for some reason and wanting to pay the debt that she owed to a fish vendor because she said she does not want her soul to be bothered by any unpaid debts when she leaves this world. Hubby's grandmother said that she wouldn't have died if someone stopped her from hinting about her death. But for me, I believe that when it is time to go, it is time to go. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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You must be wondering why I am writing about death today. I was just sad to know that a high school friend's dad passed away. I know what it's like to have lost someone we love and it's a very, very sad feeling of loss – like something, that feeling of happiness, has just been emptied out from yourself that you really can't explain. I do not know how to comfort her because I myself felt sad about it. What is it about death that we aren't usually prepared to accept it, especially when it happens to someone we care about and love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-5815548762014150898?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you ever been in a situation where others perceive a negative image of you - sometimes to the point of being hurt and almost losing your self-esteem in the process? When I was still working in an office setting, I had my share of office politics. Back then, I used to be team leader before I decided to step down&amp;nbsp; because I wanted to be free from stress to finally have Dipdip in my life. It's not like I was handling a really big team but I can definitely say that it was a team that was quite a challenge to one's leadership skills, especially when you are just starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I guess you could blame it on me because I used to be just the funny officemate and friend until I became appointed as part of the management team, although it wasn't really big time. Naturally, I was like being torn between being a funny friend who can overlook a lot of things and an effective leader at that. It was stressful for me then especially when you are handling some members who believe they can do better than you do for a lot of reasons. Every quarter, I would get below-the-belt comments from some members (trust me, they were really below-the-belt), although some of them were valid feedbacks that I needed to work on to become a better leader. Even though the names were not divulged for members to freely give their feedback online, I knew for certain who wrote those&amp;nbsp; feedbacks. Why? Because I know their manner and style of writing to the point that I could put faces and names to those statements.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I am happy I didn't have to go through all of that anymore.&amp;nbsp; But to those who have felt the same way that I did in the past, don't be affected by negative comments around you. Just do what you have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am now leaving you with the words of wisdom I got from my ex-supervisor slash mentor slash friend. I did not lose this one because I believe this has really helped me become a better person and leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just remember these facts, Jo, and I know the "hurt" you are feeling now, will become healed by wisdom, patience and understanding:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Most of the people who are giving bad feedback in a destructive way are those who are hurting. They have low morale themselves--they are disappointed (not necessarily because of you but by circumstances and individual stages in their personal lives); most are desperate and most of them lack enough wisdom themselves and so you cannot really expect from them to express out good judgement about you.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Below-the-belt feedback are coming out from people who intend to make use of the opportunity as a means to get even with you. They might have had encountered a bitter experience in the past related to their work and subconsciously even, they wanted to strike you out to make upper management aware about negative things about you.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Some people are not really gifted to have tact. Tact is sometimes like a "gift of gab". As I'm sure you already know, it is the ability to express a point without making an enemy. They don't know how to express something negative in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. All persons have their blind spots. I mean all of us cannot really see our own mistakes and pitfalls. It is but normal for us to be hurt when we are being told of something we don't consider as true.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. The most important is that Leadership is one of the hardest roles in life, whether you are the president of the country, the judge in a courtroom, the 'mayordoma' of among the servants of a wealthy household..etc. You have to be the "humblest", have the widest emotional arena within your heart to accept your mistakes and to love the unlovable subordinates; the one to stand on your principles no matter what other people say, your confidence should not come from yourself but from your Creator - because it is hard to feel confident if you would depend on how other people would look at you. Your confidence to lead effectively should come from your relationship with God, because it is what matters most. Never perceive yourself as how others perceive you..but stand on the right principles you have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-9127751667982719930?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://thetwitterer.blogspot.com/"&gt;the twitterer&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this award. Actually, I'm a recipient of two awards from her but since I've already done giving awards to beautiful bloggers, it will be a great way to end the month of February by giving this Sunshine Award to the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://jennlord.com/"&gt;My Sweet Haven&lt;/a&gt; - you definitely deserve this award 'net because you're a great friend, you always find my jokes funny, you're Dipdip's "volunteer" ninang because you have lavished her with gifts hehehe, and I'm greatly touched to see you consistently being one of my top Entrecard droppers!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://sprite247.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sprite 24.7&lt;/a&gt; - What can I say? Ever since I met her (thanks to this blogging world), she's been nothing but a really really really good friend. She's been a great blogging buddy (and even more than that) all throughout my pregnancy and even up to now. And she makes me feel good about myself! Bchai, even though we've never really met personally, I appreciate the friendship that I found in you. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://introvertwriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Writings of an Introvert&lt;/a&gt; - Marie, you've been a great friend to me ever since I can't remember when. I don't know how our personalities have jived but you're definitely one of the few list of friends and ku-maries I'd like to keep forever. So, even though you don't do awards (I know you're busy), I'd like to give you this award. Sincerely from my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://petite-blanche.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanix&lt;/a&gt; - Shanix, just like bchai you've been a great blogging buddy all throughout my pregnancy. Somehow, what started the real connection between us is distance and this whole motherhood and being-a-wife thing. You've been my officemate and friend for years but we haven't really gotten this much closer, right? I was deeply touched when you said you want to make our being "kumares" official by making me Blanche's ninang. Thanks, Shanix!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://charmingjaguar.blogspot.com/"&gt;C'est la Vie&lt;/a&gt; - Vannex, you have been a great friend to me since we met in college. Even though we haven't really ahd the chance to meet again after such a longggg time, I know we can still catch up on each other. This is why you deserve this award.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://angbyahera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veni ... vidi.. vici&lt;/a&gt; - Master Pearl, you know I've always admired your being such a sweet, cheerful, super nice, intelligent, witty person. I will always have fond thoughts of you. Your Holy Bible is with me and thank you for letting me have it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://momwriterme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Memories As A Mom&lt;/a&gt; - Andrea, I have a lot to know about you yet but I believe you deserve this award because you are definitely one of those cool-headed moms I know in this blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, I'll just do 7 awards for now. My lucky 7. Thank you for bringing sunshine into my life, guys!&lt;br /&gt;
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In case you'd like to do this award, the rules are simple:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Put the logo on your blog or within your post;&lt;br /&gt;
2. Pass the award onto 12 bloggers;&lt;br /&gt;
3. Link the nominees within your post;&lt;br /&gt;
4. Let the nominees know they have won the award by commenting on their blog;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;During one of our home parties given in favor of my brother who has just arrived from his singing stint abroad, he had 2 of his closest friends (Bebe and Roque) to stay up late for a very interesting discussion - a topic about linguistics applied to different countries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Manny, my brother said that in Japan, it was very hard to apply what you can easily learn in English.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In English language," he said, "we can use terms to substitute the words we mean to say. Synonyms, in short."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, it's true!" the younger visitor of the two, nicknamed Bebe, said. "Just like for example when we say "like". It's like "love" and there's another term for that. There are many substitutes you know... it is...." he forgot and asked Roque about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roque mentioned many synonymous words yet they haven't agreed because the younger said, "it's just at the tip of his tongue!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, the discussion was over for it was already very late in the evening. In fact, they're the only ones left even after the informal party was over. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manny had gone back abroad for another singing engagement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;During the fiesta of the community, Roque assisted the basketball game as announcer. He noticed Bebe signalling him to come down from the announcer's booth. He gave a sign language that Bebe should wait. But Bebe kept waving for him to come down. Roque excused himself and went straight to him who was standing near the audience at the basketball court.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes?" Roque demanded "What is it?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I remember now, the other term for "like" which we discussed last time!" he said enthusiastically.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whattt!!! That was such a long time already, okay, what is it?" Roque was a little bit interested than annoyed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;FASCINATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;" he proudly answered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;Lifted from Mommy Diana's Journal of Happy Moments&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hahaha I thought it'd be much funnier if he had called Tito Manny, mom's brother, via long distance just to let him know what was at the tip of his tongue.... Hmmmm &lt;i&gt;FASCINATION&lt;/i&gt;, is it?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fNLKIIEB0w/S4agJjUOK7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kOcHlqpezXY/s1600-h/tito+manny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fNLKIIEB0w/S4agJjUOK7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/kOcHlqpezXY/s320/tito+manny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my tito Manny, right here! :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now, friends, just by reading this post, you've learned synonyms! Please don't let that stick right at the tip of your tongue! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-948633488192572198?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the past, owning a car was considered a luxury, but today it becomes a necessity especially if you're living in urban areas. Commuting in a public transportation can either get you fired or deny you to get that elusive promotion because of tardiness. Therefore, owning a car is a must to get to your workplace on time.&lt;br /&gt;
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A car provides us comfort and independence to get to the place we want. This is why it's very important to have it regularly maintained by trusted car maintenance shops. If you're in Dallas, for example, there are plenty of &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/dallas-auto-repair"&gt;Dallas auto repair&lt;/a&gt; shops that can help your car engine to give its best performance. Aside from giving the car's engine maintenance care, we must not forget that power without control is dangerous. I'm referring to your car brakes. You don't want your car to experience sudden acceleration. And you don't want to drive with brakes not working properly. Better safe than sorry - have that &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/brake-rotor-replacement"&gt;brake job&lt;/a&gt; done now!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're no longer happy with maintaining your old car because it is draining your pocket with all of its maintenance cost, you can look for a replacement - one that can provide the comfort and features that you need. Do your research on the internet or you can read the reviews about &lt;a href="http://repairpal.com/chevrolet-silverado_1500-2005"&gt;Chevrolet Silverado&lt;/a&gt;. Who knows this Chevy might suit your style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-6521004936307460374?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a little discussion with a relative about wives gaining weight after delivery and having a hard time losing it. This whole discussion started when this relative was surprised to see me not losing so much of my maternal weight ever since I gave birth almost a year ago now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, it's almost been a year since I gave birth but for the life of me, I'm still not reduced to my desired weight, shape and form.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, going back to the discussion on gaining weight, she and her sister told me that I did not lose weight because my husband did not fool around and that I can easily get thinner if he turns unfaithful. They said they were telling from experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, would you rather have a faithful husband and not lose weight?&amp;nbsp; On the contrary, why would any husband stay unfaithful when he has a sexier wife now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So silly. &lt;/i&gt;But then relatives are relatives. Maybe they were just telling me that to make me feel better about my weight because I've been compensated to have a faithful husband by my side. Is that really how it works now? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-5095123170225324331?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Actually, it was hubby's 10-year old youngest cousin who showed it to us last week when he hinted about his two year's worth of missed Christmas and birthday presents from us. Well, what can we say but we were really impressed with the little guy's taste. Why? He showed us the link to the &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Xbox+360"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;
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He didn't have a hard time looking for his favorite &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Xbox+360+Games"&gt;Xbox Games&lt;/a&gt; since everything on the website is indexed accordingly by product categories. Oh, and he said he's hoping to get a new &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Xbox+360+Accessories"&gt;Xbox 360 Headset&lt;/a&gt; as well! We'll see about that yet, little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-8010036600594062335?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fNLKIIEB0w/S4DifWLDKSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VCS2W62-tjg/s1600-h/momswish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fNLKIIEB0w/S4DifWLDKSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VCS2W62-tjg/s400/momswish.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you can't read this, it says "&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lord, I wish&amp;nbsp; I could make just one book that is one of the best sellers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If one by one all our dreams will come true, please let this be the one&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I know she wasn't able to fulfill her wish because the Lord already made the courtesy call for her to be in Heaven, I can make that wish fulfilled for her pretty soon. If I can't do it myself, then I'll pass it on to my little girl. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, my secret wish is to fulfill my mom's secret wish. I guess it is no longer a secret, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What about you guys? Would you like to share one of your many secret wishes? *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-1821364796853119888?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's really a great honor--many thanks to &lt;a href="http://jennlord.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeandpeople.com"&gt;Lea&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thetwitterer.blogspot.com"&gt;The Twitterer&lt;/a&gt; for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this award, I am now obliged to divulge 7 things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am not a singer but I love to sing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; When I was in high school, I was a member of the SRC (St. Rita Choir) and I had the chance to perform with the group for a large audience on many occasions including a fundraising concert, school performances, Christmas caroling, and the best one of all – we've sang at funeral masses as the church choir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; I used to dream about being a lawyer someday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; Now I just want to concentrate on family and writing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am a sentimental fool - I cry over television soaps - whether they have happy or sad endings!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; More than that, I am a funny person (at least I'd like to think of me as that)..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; I used to think I was &lt;a href="http://www.joannamashka.com/2008/10/bridget-jones-thats-not-my-name_14.html"&gt;Bridget Jones&lt;/a&gt; (LOL)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's left to do is to pass this award on to beautiful bloggers like &lt;a href="http://petite-blanche.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanix&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sprite247.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bchai&lt;/a&gt; (i know you've been tagged already), &lt;a href="http://momwriterme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyweekend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juliet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://charmingjaguar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vannex&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;a href="http://angbyahera.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple. 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Read on if you're curious about what I did which deserved this entry to my mom's journal of happy moments. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Got No Pain!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My daughter, Joan, has something in common with her brods and sis. It was&lt;b&gt; her way of handling physical pain in a detached manner&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;One time, she was trying to play spinning top. I immediately told her to give back the top to her elder brother coz she has no right to play a game that befits the opposite sex.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;She was 10 years old, this time. However much I rebuked her not to do such a thing, she positioned herself to spin the top and she did it clumsily that it landed not on the floor but on to her gums! Believe me, I really saw blood coming out from that offended gum before the spinned top fell on the floor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I could not fathom why this girl turned around with her back now facing me and she jumped like she won a prized game. She shouted with pride, "Got no pain!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;But I turned her face towards me and I saw tears of pain falling from her eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This time I laughed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's the lesson learned -- Children, obey your parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-19748617489471399?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Indeed, it makes such a waste to do things in haste. How many times did we try doing things too quickly that we didn't and aren't able to do them well enough and only to find ourselves doing and re-doing it again?&lt;br /&gt;
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Again and again, because &lt;a href="http://www.joannamashka.com/2010/02/time-is-gold-but.html"&gt;time is gold&lt;/a&gt;, we shouldn't do things in haste. We don't want to get stuck doing the same thing because we haven't done it well the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even the papaya's felt really special on that day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Overall, it turned out to be the best Valentine's celebration because it  is celebrated with family. Valentine's Day is all about love and  families. Anyhow, I have all the time with my husband and my daughter at  home, every single day. I am happy because I'm blessed to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I will end this post with a beautiful article about &lt;a href="http://bosanchez.ph/a-special-valentines-blessing"&gt;Faith Declarations&lt;/a&gt; from my favorite inspirational speaker and writer, Brother Bo Sanchez. I suggest that you guys really read it. It's a short article, anyway. They are faith declarations for &lt;i&gt;married people&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;people wanting to get married&lt;/i&gt;, and for &lt;i&gt;people who want to remain single&lt;/i&gt; with God's grace. Let us all be inspired, not just on Valentine's Day, but every day of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-1383868808059008481?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Restaurants Are Filled&lt;br /&gt;
Sure Valentine's Day is a time for great dinner dates and all but when all you wanted is to eat at your favorite restaurant and there are no available seats, you might just end up ordering for a takeout and then find yourself celebrating VDay in your home!&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Valentine's Day is on February 14, Not February 15!&lt;br /&gt;
When both of your salaries fall every 15th and 30th of the month and you weren't able to save a portion of your previous month's earnings, you and your partner are off to celebrate it the next day. (Now this solves the problem on list #1).&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Celebration of Valentine's Day can sometimes be too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;
If list #2 is not a problem, you're lucky -- but be prepared to have a fair amount of cash on your wallet. Or at least have a credit card that's not maxed out!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Taxis Are In Demand.&lt;br /&gt;
When both you and your partner only rely on taxis as the means of transportation, be prepared for your varicose veins to complain! And if you have arthritis, you surely wouldn't look forward to going out on Valentine's Day next year.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Love songs and loads of love songs everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you just hate it when you want to hear Lady Gaga's Bad Romance and all they're playing are songs that help you remember all your debts and then fall you right off to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;
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6. They're Showing Nothing But Mushy Movies&lt;br /&gt;
I do love to watch mushy films but not too much of it like they're playing a movie marathon. La la la la la caught in a bad romance~&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Can't get enough of everything RED!&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you just hate it when everywhere you turn, almost everybody is wearing red, including YOU? LOL&lt;br /&gt;
(But I would definitely love a glass or two of&amp;nbsp; red wine)&lt;br /&gt;
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8. Stores are flooded with flowers and chocolates and you're wondering if you're getting any (hope my husband reads this! Hint hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;
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9. Hotels and inns are fully booked! Not that we're planning to be there, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. More women get deceived by men and then pharmacies would run out of pregnancy tests next month (Not that it happened to me, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you have a top ten list? Go and make your own now! &lt;br /&gt;
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Why didn't it say that 'Time is diamond' if we were to emphasize on how precious time really is?&lt;br /&gt;
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Quite frankly, it is not realistic to think that we have time forever in our hands. In fact, we are catching up on it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, time is gold but we don't need to rush. In fact, it means that our time is precious that we need to spend it wisely. Let's not do &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt; goofing around. Let's not keep doing &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt; intermission in our lives when we know we've got so many things that are left undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-8840394438567505034?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday, when there was power interruption, I decided to make spaghetti for all of us. I thought it would be a perfect pre-Valentine's Day treat! I especially made my husband's spaghetti plate extra special by carving out small hearts by knife from the red bell pepper. I secretly carved it out when he did the errand to buy the can of spaghetti meat sauce. So, when I served him his spaghetti plate, he was like surprised to see the special hearts that were on top of his spaghetti. I guess he appreciated it but still acted like he didn't. He mustered a smile and made the nicest comment about the three hearts. He said that it looked like some caveman did it because they were perfectly carved. Yeah, right! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-6297416486014779785?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My brother McAldz has been working in Abu Dhabi for almost 3 years now. Even though he's got a job there, it's not a job which afforded him some luxury, which explains why he would hardly make overseas calls to us. On one special occasion, he thought of calling our grandmother to check on her. He thought it would be a beautiful conversation with grandma considering that it had been a long time since they caught up on each other. However, instead of getting a good greeting from the other end of the line, he didn't expect to hear an angry voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grandma: Wa ko nalipay sa imong gibuhat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Translation: &lt;i&gt;I am not happy with what you did!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;McAldz (puzzled): Ngano man 'la, unsa diay akong gibuhat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Translation: &lt;i&gt;Lola, why, what did I do?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grandma: Nganong karon pa man ka kahuna huna ug tawag nako?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Translation: &lt;i&gt;Why have you thought of calling me only today?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;LOL. I really found it funny when brother relayed this to me because he really thought he did a really major offense! Well, come to think of it, our elders are sensitive when it comes to affection and they would really appreciate our thoughtfulness. So, I guess, brother really did a major offense. And the rest of her grandchildren who forgets to find time to call her are guilty as well. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741310494395605329-3813417056327052599?l=www.joannamashka.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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