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miss now. &amp;nbsp;I did not understood it then but she was always giving me small advices during those small talks. &amp;nbsp;When she passed away, it was then that I came to realize the lessons she was slowly teaching me.&lt;div&gt;
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Summarizing those lessons, I realized that Mom was giving me guidelines to live my life with.&lt;/div&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Goodness begets goodness. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mama was the type of person who alaways sees the goodness in other. There are even times that we tend to disagree with her, she makes us realize that if we plant goodness, sooner these goodness will be given back to us. &amp;nbsp;True enough, we witnessed how her goodness was generously given back not just to her but to us, as her family, when she was sick and even when she passed away. &amp;nbsp;Relatives' and friends' support kept on coming, in the all sorts of form. &amp;nbsp;Mama might not know it then but it was the law of karma that she was teaching us.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Give, even if sometimes it hurts. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I only understood the essence of true giving when I became a Mom myself. &amp;nbsp;Becoming a Mom entails a lot of giving, and yes most of the times it hurts. &amp;nbsp;It starts when you get pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Pregnancy is indeed a happy journey, but most moms would agree that there are also unpleasant experiences along the way. &amp;nbsp;Just think about the morning sickness, the nausea, the backpains and actual delivery itself. &amp;nbsp;But it is a process women had to endure to give life to her offspring and to give happiness to her husband. &amp;nbsp;And delivery is not the end of it all. &amp;nbsp;We continue to give while breastfeeding and while we let our kids take the most part of us, we sometimes forget about ourselves. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Let Go and Let God. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This is the best lesson that Mom taught me by being a true example. &amp;nbsp;When she got sick (she died of Bone Cancer), I have seen how she let go of every worries and let God to take care of her. &amp;nbsp;She did not let her sickness to win over her body. &amp;nbsp;While she was sick, she continued serving God and the church, in her ways. &amp;nbsp;She prayed for her recovery, yes, but she also asked God to help us if in case she won't make it. &amp;nbsp;And make it, she did. &amp;nbsp;She might not have won the battle over Cancer but she showed us that if we stay together, we can work wonders.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mom may be gone forever but her lessons linger. &amp;nbsp;I promised myself to passed on these lessons to my kids and even hopes that others will also be benefited from these guidelines.&lt;/div&gt;

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So what is it about pregnancy and food cravings? &amp;nbsp;I read that the reason why pregnant women crave for a certain food is because they are in need of the nutrient contained in that specific food item. &amp;nbsp;Some even says that food aversions have something to do with the gender of the child in your tummy. &amp;nbsp;If it's the citrusy type then it's going to be a girl (yehey!) and if it's the spicy type, it will be a boy. &amp;nbsp; But what about those who craves for really crazy foods? (Trust me, I know some of them!) &amp;nbsp;Old wives' tale says that it is actually just a way of pregnant moms to get the assurance that they can still get what they want even if they are no longer the pretty, sexy lady that their husband's adore. &lt;br /&gt;
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The funny thing about my craving is that I actually don't want to eat these mangoes and all I want is just sniff on them for as long as I can. &amp;nbsp;I just love their smell and I believe it eases out the nausea I am experiencing during nighttime.&lt;br /&gt;
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The &amp;nbsp;year of the dragon is about to bid us goodbye a few days from now. &amp;nbsp;Being the dragon &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;aby that I am,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;yes I was born on 1976&lt;/strike&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I hoped for the &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;est when the dragon year entered. &amp;nbsp;True to its promise, it was indeed a year full of blessings for us. &amp;nbsp;Hubby's small business picked up its pace. &amp;nbsp;Projects kept coming in and there were very few problems in the operations of the &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;usiness. Though I bid my job goodbye, I was given opportunities outside the office. &amp;nbsp;I had the privilege of assisting a friend in starting up a business venture. &amp;nbsp;I was able to help out in developing a website for that same business.There are offers to work from home that are still coming in up until now. &amp;nbsp;I declined most of them because I enjoyed being a full time mom again after almost six years. &amp;nbsp;I've seen how my kid enjoyed every day that I spent with him and I've come to realized what I had missed back when I was still working. &amp;nbsp; Apart from reviving my housewife status, I was also able to relieve my childhood memories thru a &lt;a href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2013/01/a-reunion-for-cause.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;reunion for a cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with my elementary &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;atchmates. &amp;nbsp;It was nice to give back and share some of the blessings that were being poured onto us. &amp;nbsp;The smiles from the kids were more than enough to wave off the tiredness that we felt for the preparation of the gifts and the foods. &amp;nbsp; More so, knowing that a lot of kids felt &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;lessed that day is another reason to smile about. &lt;br /&gt;
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One thing that 2012 has taught us is that we have to count our &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;lessings instead of lingering on our problems. &amp;nbsp;Problems just come and go, and it is actually a reason for us to still smile. &amp;nbsp;Why? because it is only the living that is sorrounded with problems hence they are an indication that we are still alive.&lt;/div&gt;
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2013 have come in and the Chinese year of the snake is about to start by the 10th of February but I am not lonely at all. &amp;nbsp;I am bidding the Dragon with a happy heart and welcoming the Snake is a very positive outlook. &amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't if you were given this kind of a &lt;b&gt;blessing&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, there's &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;un in the oven and we are praying that there will be no problem this time. &amp;nbsp;We have been trying to conceive for almost four years now so you can see the reason for that big smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Last year was a good year for us.  We were given opportunities and was showered with so many small blessings.  One of the best thing that happened last year is that both Hubby and me were able to reconnect with old friends.  Hubby had a reunion with his high school friends and he was one of the organizers.  He asked me to come with him on the day of their reunion.  It was nice meeting people who were part of Hubby's teenage days.  Hearing them tell stories about their high school life made me want to see my high school friends too.  Not that we don't see each other often, it's just that I suddenly miss them.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand, I also got myself &lt;strike&gt;too&lt;/strike&gt; busy since I spearheaded a little project of our batch from my elementary grade school. This is the reason why I was not able to blog plus my aching hand which is going to be another story. It is the 23rd year of graduation from elementary last year and my batchmates have been wanting to have a reunion.  The problem is no one is actually taking charge, hence, they asked me to spearhead the reunion.  I obliged but I have also asked them something in return.  I told them I will organize the reunion provided that it's going to be for a cause.  The idea of "Reunion for a Cause ng mga Batang Malanday 1989" was then born. 
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Oh yes , we have a vision for this project.  We thought of giving gifts to each student of the school but later realized that because of fund restraints we can only accommodate a portion of the school's population.  We managed to raise enough funds to more than 10% of the students, thanks to batchmates who were kind enough in giving not just money but time and effort as well.  We went to Divisoria to buy the  gifts for the 250 indigent children of our beloved school. We wrapped the gifts and we also cooked foods for the kids.    

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Seeing them smile is more than enough for us to realize how lucky we were then and how blessed we are right now. We hope that we can continue this as a yearly affair.
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&lt;b&gt;ATTRAVERSIAMO&lt;/b&gt;, an Italian word that means "let's cross over."  I am no Italian but this has been my favorite A word ever since I have watched "Eat, Pray, Love".  It tells of how a married woman find her appetite for life back, how she deals with her own issues in life with the help of the people she meets along her journey.  I don't have any marital problems whatsoever but this word reminds me that one day as a mother I will have to cross over some things or situations for my son.  I will have to learn how to let him go if he no longer needs my assistance.  I will have to let him be the person he wants to be and not the person I want him to become.  And judging from how he is fast growing, this could be sooner than later.  Oh well, I guess I'll just say Attraversiamo when that time comes!

And also my first name starts with the letter &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;.  Care to guess what my first name is? It's a very common name so it won't be hard to guess.


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Speaking of decors, the kid and I went to a bookstore last weekend and we saw these paint-your-own &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;anta Claus&lt;/span&gt; set.  It comes with&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;anta Claus&lt;/span&gt; porcelain figures, a brush and a paint set.  I want to add a different flair to our Christmas tree this year and thought that this could be what I wanted.  And the kid was really bugging me in getting them.  He said he wants to paint them and that it would be a good bonding moment for us.  Makes &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;ense&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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And here they are after they have been painted.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pardon the fourth one, it was not fully painted yet. My bad, i got all &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;leepy &lt;/span&gt;when we were painting them.  I guess painting porcelain figurines would help me in my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;leeping&lt;/span&gt; habits, too.

And, did I tell you, these are really cheap deals?  Th&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;tash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;on&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ly cost&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; P 169.75 (around 4 US dollars).  Another thing is that it's on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;ale&lt;/span&gt;, you get to have another box for free when you buy it.  So that means eight&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;anta Claus&lt;/span&gt; figurines instead of four.  Good buy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
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What we really enjoyed in Nuvali was the Koi Fish Feeding and the boat ride.  Seeing a lot of koi fishes was really overwhelming.  It is our first time to see these much of koi fishes in one place.  At a glance, we really think that they are over crowding the lake. But during the boat ride, we realized that there really was a lot of space on the lake and that the fishes are just on one place because they know that is where the feeds will be.

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You get to feed the fish when you buy a pack of fish feeds which is just 15 pesos. I was actually afraid that the fishes are overly fed but my husband said that if they were then they would not mind the people throwing the feeds.  Fishes unlike human know when they are full and would stop from eating.  Well, that is the theory of my husband but I haven't really checked if there are scientific basis to that.


The boat ride is also a must try!  You have to pay 30 pesos per person to enjoy the ride.  We paid the boat in full (360 pesos for 12 persons) and then what we did is ask my kid's friend to enjoy the ride with us.  Did he enjoyed it? Oh, you be the judge.

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Not only did I enjoy the ride but I also enjoyed the view from the ride.
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/fyzCl_1KhzQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/6472702166615477937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/11/an-afternoon-at-nuvali.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/6472702166615477937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/6472702166615477937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/fyzCl_1KhzQ/an-afternoon-at-nuvali.html" title="An Afternoon at Nuvali" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JChGX9gsTy0/UKckbBByntI/AAAAAAAALZ4/OxgIaduHqUM/s72-c/DSC06940.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/11/an-afternoon-at-nuvali.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQ3w8eyp7ImA9WhNRGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-6452689377744068246</id><published>2012-11-13T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-13T23:33:22.273-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-13T23:33:22.273-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ABC Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><title>Red is my Favorite Color</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;ed is my favorite color.  If you check my closet, you will definitely see how &lt;b&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;is favored as most of the shirts and blouses that I have are in that color.  It was actually a late love affair for me and the color red.  As a kid, I was not into this color, mainly because I am a "morena" and during those times, I don't think that it fits my skin color. 

The love for &lt;b&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;started when I realized that it is actually a very powerful color and that it can really boost one's personality.  It had always been associated with confidence.
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Wearing two of my favorite &lt;b&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;outfits.&lt;/div&gt;
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And the love for this color is also visible on other things.
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Me and my brothers having fun with our &lt;b&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;curtain as the back drop.

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And then, I realized that a &lt;b&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;bag is all you need to level up a drab outfit.

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And whenever I am not feeling right, all I need is a dab of my favorite &lt;b&gt;red &lt;/b&gt;lipstick to change my mood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now can you guess my favorite superhero? &lt;/div&gt;

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We invited my husband's nieces to join the party, and they came in 
costume,too.  That's my kid as Dracula, the one in the middle is a Pink 
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It was actually a family affair for us.&amp;nbsp; We all get to dress up (in my case, have some make-up) our part.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since we are not at home, we decided to just bring in the treats on the place of the event.  And boy, did they really love the Halloween cuppies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This is one of my favorite picture of the night!&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a blast! Seeing neighborhood kids in costume and the moms too.&lt;/div&gt;
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Needless to say, we had fun but I still wish we could pass on some real Filipino Halloween traditions to our kids.&amp;nbsp; Sad to say, that no one in the neigborhood knows what "Pangangaluluwa" is all about.&lt;/div&gt;
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And now, we are looking forward to the Homeowners' Christmas Ball! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/fetAKX5Ku3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/6140159330260556168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/11/trick-or-treat-for-young-once.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/6140159330260556168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/6140159330260556168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/fetAKX5Ku3s/trick-or-treat-for-young-once.html" title="Trick or Treat for the Young Once" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMwIcRH6Lok/UJxtJeY-n_I/AAAAAAAALXg/Mn5UBU-e-jw/s72-c/DSC06825.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/11/trick-or-treat-for-young-once.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFRXw4eSp7ImA9WhNRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-7496812665320731085</id><published>2012-11-06T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-08T19:25:14.231-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-08T19:25:14.231-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ABC Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="readings" /><title>Q is Quiet Time</title><content type="html">From the moment that I had started to read, I had always been a bookworm.  I find solace in reading than in watching TVs or listening to the radio.  Reading  brings me to places I have never been and makes me experience things that are &lt;strike&gt;most of the times&lt;/strike&gt; out-of-this-world.

And this is the very same reason why I am such a sucker for book sale!  Yesterday, we went to one of our favorite bookstore and these are the books that I hauled.

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Reading is my me-time, my &lt;b&gt;quiet&lt;/b&gt; time and I enjoy every moment of it.  And I am glad that the kid seems to inherit the fondness for reading.  He has his own collection of comic books to brag about.

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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with “a sort of greedy enjoyment,” as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was “saturated with the bouquet of silence.” – Holbrook Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/T53i7DTSAK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/7496812665320731085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/11/q-is-quiet-time.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/7496812665320731085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/7496812665320731085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/T53i7DTSAK4/q-is-quiet-time.html" title="Q is Quiet Time" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1X2-Cizvj8/UJoFDOGwWoI/AAAAAAAALWs/nP1IeGyN_AY/s72-c/DSC06840.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/11/q-is-quiet-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHQ3s8fip7ImA9WhJbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-601851513571557672</id><published>2012-09-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-27T23:05:32.576-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-27T23:05:32.576-07:00</app:edited><title>Time Management</title><content type="html">I thought that giving up my job would mean more time for blogging, but I thought wrong.  It has been more than nine months since I left my previous job but I only managed to have more than twenty entries for my blog. Not that I don't have anything to write, believe me I have lots.It's actually more of putting in time for things that truly matter to me(read:be good at time management).  I do not complain though that my hands are full because this is such a blessing for someone working from home like me.  But I would like to see myself writing more than I usually do.  Perhaps, I need to put it as my top priority every single day.  Or better yet, keep a notepad handy so I can write down ideass as they come by.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/4Rns1TBaF14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/601851513571557672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/09/time-management.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/601851513571557672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/601851513571557672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/4Rns1TBaF14/time-management.html" title="Time Management" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/09/time-management.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DQ3c-cSp7ImA9WhVbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-2604309257374004604</id><published>2012-05-26T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-26T03:24:32.959-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-26T03:24:32.959-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Songs that Make Us Sing Saturdays: Let's Get Physical</title><content type="html">Two weeks from now my kid is going back to school.  That means, we won't be together and I will be having more mom-Me time, teehee!  As early as now, I am already planning on doing a lot of things while the kid is on school.  Perhaps, its time to do some gardening again or perhaps time for me do some exercising.  Oh, exercising!, that's one thing that this mom needs nowadays especially since I am not getting any younger.  Time for me to go get the sneakers and head on to the gym or perhaps just get a aerobics video that I could follow at the comfort of our home.

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This song will be my everyday companion then.  I am getting excited at getting fit!
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bcimthemommy.com/p/songs-that-make-us-sing.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Songs That Make Us Sing" src="http://i1112.photobucket.com/albums/k497/Rebecca_Madrid-Burton/Blog/Singercopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/fXMTvca8-kE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/2604309257374004604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/05/songs-that-make-us-sing-saturdays-lets.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/2604309257374004604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/2604309257374004604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/fXMTvca8-kE/songs-that-make-us-sing-saturdays-lets.html" title="Songs that Make Us Sing Saturdays: Let's Get Physical" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/QZR1IjMCv1c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/05/songs-that-make-us-sing-saturdays-lets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBQX49cSp7ImA9WhVUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-7560910336696792344</id><published>2012-05-25T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T02:27:30.069-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-25T02:27:30.069-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my other guy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food101" /><title>My Kid and His Food Choice</title><content type="html">My kid is real foodie at heart.  A lot of times, he stays with me in the kitchen during food preparation time.  One day, he asks if he can cook for us.  Since it was just a very easy omelet dish, I give in to his desire.


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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kid cooking his version of Tuna Omelet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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A lot of other mom friends are asking me how I make my kid eat vegetables and other healthy foods.  Well, as early as he can start on solid foods, I introduced "true" foods to him.  He grew up on home cooked mashed potatoes, mashed carrots, and other fruits or vegetables that can be mashed.  He never tasted baby foods from the supermarkets.  And I guess that is the reason why he has a very good choice when it comes to food.  I did not even have to bother asking him to take on healthy snacks like salads and healthy breads over junk foods.  Well, not that he does not take some chips or those fat-laden burgers but its just that he knows he can only have it in certain times and not everyday.

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He even does the plating of his dish.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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To date, the kid normally favors vegetable salads (and even makes his own vinaigrette), he loves fish dishes and most of the time asks for his favorite Chicken Caldereta&amp;nbsp; ("and Mama, please add in some paprika and some chili pepper for the kick!", he always asks).&amp;nbsp; For his baon, he wants Vegetable Wrap or Baked Potato with Cheese and Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;another favorite of the kid, Ensaladang Talbos ng Kamote&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I guess, it's all about introducing your kids as early as possible to healthy options.  And we are both reaping it's benefits.  My kid rarely gets sick and if ever it's &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; always the usual cough and colds. That makes me a happy Mom!


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Meanwhile, you might wanna checkout the highlight of American Idol season 11 results show.

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She might not be lucky to win the coveted title but she will be truly remembered thru this performance and perhaps should there be another remake of "Dreamgirls", the producers might even consider her.  But for the whole Philippines, Jessica Sanchez, is truly an Idol.  You are never to far from attaining your dreams, girl!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/bPC4KlL-Al8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/4029405098692448038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/05/real-dreamgirl.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/4029405098692448038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/4029405098692448038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/bPC4KlL-Al8/real-dreamgirl.html" title="The Real Dreamgirl" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/92Uo8AgTcnA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/05/real-dreamgirl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGR3c7eSp7ImA9WhVUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-1692640954794863103</id><published>2012-05-23T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T02:03:46.901-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-24T02:03:46.901-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nail art" /><title>S is for Strawberries on Nails</title><content type="html">I am loving memes nowadays perhaps because it gives me ideas on what to &lt;strike&gt;brag &lt;/strike&gt;blog about. This week, while hopping in from one blog to another I was able to come accross a nice meme, hence I am joining in the fun.
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S is for my strawberry shortcake inspired nails.  I am so loving nail arts recently and have been bugging my sis-in-law to do them for me.

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Aint he so sweet?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you wanna check out what other songs makes other moms sing, please head on to &lt;a href="http://www.notjustanothermomoftwins.com/2012/05/saturday-songs-that-make-us-sing-again.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bcimthemommy.com/2012/05/songs-that-make-us-sing-ive-had-bad-day.html#more" target="_blank"&gt;Becca &lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Or you may just simply click on the button below.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy Saturday singing!&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days back, GMA News TV was re-airing most of its motherhood related documentaries.&amp;nbsp; One of which was a feature on how a mother gives birth.&amp;nbsp; As we were watching,memories rushed in.&amp;nbsp; I remember how it was for me during those days.&amp;nbsp; It was almost ten years ago but everything is still fresh in my memory.&amp;nbsp; I could still talk about all the details as if they just happened yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I was awaken from my trip to memory lane when my son suddenly said, "&lt;i&gt; Mahirap pala maging manganak,Mama, eh bakit gusto mo pa magkaanak pa ulit?...saka ganyan ka din ba nung nanganak ka sa akin?&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp; I answered his questions with a smile.&amp;nbsp; But as usual the kid was not contented with that.&amp;nbsp; So I said, " Ang pagiging nanay ang pinakamasarap na parte ng buhay ko."&amp;nbsp; In my mind, I began to enumerate why I love being a Mom, and these are what I was able to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;I was able to give back to my mother for all the hardship of bringing me to this world.&amp;nbsp; And for me, it is a privilege given only to women because fathers won't know how it their moms feel while they were still in their womb.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Motherhood brought out the best in me.&amp;nbsp; Prior to giving birth, I don't think I can love someone unconditionally.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I learn a lot as my kid grows because motherhood does not come with a user manual.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My kid is a gift from God (and all kids are).&amp;nbsp; I was a diagnosed with PCOS as early as I was in college and I never imagined being pregnant after six months of marriage.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Together with my Hubby, I was able to be one with God by being a co-creator of another life.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Just seeing the kid happy and healthy is more than enough happiness the mother's heart in me can ever contain.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, that's not his cake, it's her cousin's cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Yes, indeed, motherhood is never an easy task.&amp;nbsp; We don't get paid with cash but with smiles(and hugs and kisses).&amp;nbsp; We are not allowed to take our day-offs nor resign, because it will mean that we will miss out on more happy time with the kids.&amp;nbsp; And yes, if I will be given another chance on motherhood, I will gladly obliged.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now fellow moms, why do you love being a mom? Comment away, I'd love to read your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood changed me a lot, so to speak.  I became more vocal about my thankfulness for my Mom.  I look forward to this day every year.  Though Mama is no longer with us physically, I know that she feels how grateful I am being her daughter.  I know that she sees all my moves and that she is still guiding the mother in me. Now that I am a mother, I see to it that my kid not just hear the words of endearment, but also feel all the love day in and day out.


Happy Mothers' Day!

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Accept it or not, not all who have given birth are fit to be called a Mother.&amp;nbsp; To be fit for the title, one has to be strong yet mushy at times.&amp;nbsp; One has to be firm yet willing to kiss away the pain.&amp;nbsp; One has to know how to see serenity in the middle of chaos.&amp;nbsp; To give birth is let's say a quarter of the trick, the other three quarters is for the lifetime duty that is tied to being a mother. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was facebooking last night when I saw a video posted on one of my friend's wall.&amp;nbsp; I never actually liked clicking on links for a video because I know that most of them (especially the ones that have a description in a different language) contains nasty things.&amp;nbsp; But the description of the video really caught my attention.&amp;nbsp; So there, curiosity has taken over me and I clicked on the link to the video.&amp;nbsp; It was a video of a mother holding her baby while she flashes papers with writings.&amp;nbsp; She was telling the story of her life.&amp;nbsp; She started with how she met the father of his son and how they got married.&amp;nbsp; She tells the story of how she knew that she was pregnant and how happy they were.&amp;nbsp; You can see how happy she was each time she shows the papers.&amp;nbsp; But the happiness was actually shortlived. &lt;br /&gt;
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When the news always speaks about fetuses being left here and there or children beaten by their own moms, it is such a relief knowing that there are women out there that has a pure heart which bears the essence of being a mother.&amp;nbsp; She was told she should have aborted the baby but she didn't.&amp;nbsp; She chose to bring him into this world.&amp;nbsp; But his birth is not the end because he was ridiculed, laughed at and sometimes feared by others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But she continue to be the strong mom that she is.&amp;nbsp; She made sure that his baby feels loved and she assured that even though he is born blind and with cleft palate, he is still beautiful and he is a blessing from God.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is not always that I am deeply moved by what I see over the internet.&amp;nbsp; But, to say that I wept a lot while watching this video is an understatement.&amp;nbsp; I wanna share this to all of you because I believe that they will also touch your hearts.&amp;nbsp; She does not beg for money, not even a cent.&amp;nbsp; All she asks is for us to look at our own blessings (our children ) and continue loving them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a mother is one of the hardest profession in life, but it is something that I would not trade for anything else.&amp;nbsp; Just seeing my kid with a smile or a glimpse of happiness on his eyes, &lt;i&gt;'yun lang&lt;/i&gt;, quota&lt;i&gt; na ko&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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To my Mom in heaven, thank you for showing me how to become a good mother.&amp;nbsp; You are the most beautiful (&lt;i&gt;syempre&lt;/i&gt; carbon copy&lt;i&gt; mo ko eh&lt;/i&gt;!), most patient, most kind and most forgiving mother of all.&amp;nbsp; I would not be the mother I am now, if it wasn't for you.&amp;nbsp; To all the mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day.&amp;nbsp; Let us continue building a better planet by nurturing our family well.&amp;nbsp; Cheers to us all!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not the type of person who frequents the salon to pamper myself, that is just not my way.&amp;nbsp; I'm more of the foodie type.&amp;nbsp; Drag me to one foodie nook to another and you will definitely see me smiling.&amp;nbsp; Not that I am not &lt;i&gt;kikay&lt;/i&gt;, it's just that I don't want others to do the make-up, manicure and all for me.&amp;nbsp; But my sister-in-law insisted we try nail arts.&amp;nbsp; I was very hesitant because I do not want to get hurt with the cleaning tools.&amp;nbsp; What she did though, was to try to do everything for me.&amp;nbsp; Yes, she did not drag me to a salon but instead we went to Divisoria to get all the tools.&amp;nbsp; She already owns a basic manicure set so what we really need where the special ones.&amp;nbsp; It's more than six months now since we first tried nail arts for our own and I am really glad with all the outcome.&amp;nbsp; My sister-in-law is now making a living out of this. She now services most of her neighbors.&amp;nbsp; As for me it has become my latest addiction, I ask her to do my nails at least twice a month.&amp;nbsp; And this is what she did just recently.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to a party after my nails were done and they were a big point of conversation.  Everybody seems to love my teddy bear nails. And whenever I tell them that they are made freehand, the next thing they are asking are the contact numbers of my sister-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Looks like, we are heading for a new business here.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;A few weeks back, Jian was complaining about headaches.&amp;nbsp; At first ,we shrugged it off and we were telling him that it is because of the weather.&amp;nbsp; But the occurrences of his head aching became frequent and we noticed that it always happens after he reads or watch TV.&amp;nbsp; Since Hubby needs to go to the optometrist to get his eyeglasses fixed, we decided to let Jian join with us.&amp;nbsp; After hubby got his eyes checked, we asked the optometrist who is a good friend of ours if she could perhaps check Jian's vision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After checking his eyes, using this equipment, his eyes were dropped with some medicines to dilate his pupils.&amp;nbsp; And then he was asked to read the Snellen chart to further check his visual acuity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, the kid will have to wear corrective glasses.&amp;nbsp; The left eye was diagnosed with mild astigmatism while the right one is hyperropic.&amp;nbsp; I am definitely not so happy about this at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hubby even asked if we could perhaps delay the use of the eyeglasses but the optometrists said that delaying the use will also hinder him to enjoy on a lot of things.&amp;nbsp; The astigmatism could cause him to have frequent bouts with headaches which could further evolve to migraines.&amp;nbsp; And we don't want that for our kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So, yes, a few days from now the kid will be getting his eyeglasses.&amp;nbsp; We will have regular check ups with an optometrist and an ophthalmologist.&amp;nbsp; For other moms out there, I'd like to tell you that visual problem can be easily corrected as long as it is detected earlier.&amp;nbsp; The doctors said that we should get our younger kids to have eye check ups, too.&amp;nbsp; They said that as early as five or six, they can already run visual acuity checks for kids.&amp;nbsp; And another thing, it does not necessarily mean that if a kid is diagnosed to have visual problems at a young age that they will forever be tied to using eyeglasses.&amp;nbsp; Some visual problems (like astigmatism) can be corrected if diagnosed and treated early in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the temperature in the Metro going to as high as 36 degrees celsius, what could be more happy that digging into something cold. Ice candy, ice pops and shakes are what defines pinoy summer food.&amp;nbsp; But the ultimate favorite is still Halo-Halo.&amp;nbsp; With all its sweet ingredients, the milk, the shaved ice, no doubt that it is the ultimate among all summer foods.&amp;nbsp; There has been a lot of stores selling these foods even the neighborhood sari sari store carries it nowadays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halo Halo Special from Iceberg's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Just be cautious where you get your halo halo.&amp;nbsp; A lot of unsanitary ice making plants are also taking advantage of the current heat.&amp;nbsp; Whether you get your halo halo from your friendly sari sari store or from big restos, just make sure that the ice being used is safe for consumption.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://extraroomforhappiness.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i124/kissme_519/happinessismemebadgecopy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/6WYENYsyP7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/3100977415254489343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/04/pinoy-summer-food.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/3100977415254489343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/3100977415254489343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/6WYENYsyP7A/pinoy-summer-food.html" title="Pinoy Summer Food" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMP9Cfe4Jms/T5psBi0d0AI/AAAAAAAALTQ/jOryP8ID9-A/s72-c/2012-03-11+16.13.02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/04/pinoy-summer-food.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCRHk8fip7ImA9WhVXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-1297362088192943792</id><published>2012-04-13T04:01:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T06:57:45.776-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-13T06:57:45.776-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="churches" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><title>Churches and History</title><content type="html">My husband was the one who introduced me to Visita Iglesia.  We were still dating then when he asked me to go with him one Maundy Thursday to visit churches in Manila.  Eversince then, it has been part of our holy week routine year after year to visit churches on Maundy Thursday.  We have been visiting churches in Bulacan for two straight years now.  But I make sure that we'll get to visit a new church every year.  Now that we have a kid, our visita iglesia is not confined to just contemplation and devotion.  For the kid, it doubled as a history lesson.  Old churches  play a big part in our history.  Most of them have been silent witness to how the katipuneros work their way to ensure that our dear motherland will be free again from the Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we were able to see the historical Barasoain Church.  It feels nice to walk on the very same place that first ever congressmen were able to walk.  My kid started bombarding me with lots of history questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIEH9ItuAzw/T4gPgtFjHKI/AAAAAAAALSk/CWe0alTtVI4/s1600/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIEH9ItuAzw/T4gPgtFjHKI/AAAAAAAALSk/CWe0alTtVI4/s320/DSC04782.JPG" alt="Barasoain Church" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730847580362054818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;facade of the historical Barasaoin Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IL031DPa3nM/T4gTtCItm7I/AAAAAAAALSw/PFKtXZj0PUU/s1600/DSC04779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IL031DPa3nM/T4gTtCItm7I/AAAAAAAALSw/PFKtXZj0PUU/s320/DSC04779.JPG" alt="inside Barasoain Church" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730852190217411506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inside Barasoain Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another historical church that we visited was Nuestra Senora dela Asuncion in Bulakan, Bulacan.  According to the history of the church, it was in here that General Gregorio del Pilar gave out copies of La Solidaridad to the locals of Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0j4k0TMYWw/T4gY7AOgyDI/AAAAAAAALS8/I4AmAWTiceQ/s1600/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0j4k0TMYWw/T4gY7AOgyDI/AAAAAAAALS8/I4AmAWTiceQ/s320/DSC04824.JPG" alt="Nuestra Senora dela Asuncion" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730857927781173298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the scenic Nuestra Senora dela Asuncion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my son could pick this family tradition and that he will do the church visits when he gets his share of parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/category/mommy-moments"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://extraroomforhappiness.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i124/kissme_519/happinessismemebadgecopy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/hlrrX2OPcHY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/1297362088192943792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/04/churches-and-history.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/1297362088192943792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/1297362088192943792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/hlrrX2OPcHY/churches-and-history.html" title="Churches and History" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIEH9ItuAzw/T4gPgtFjHKI/AAAAAAAALSk/CWe0alTtVI4/s72-c/DSC04782.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/04/churches-and-history.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQHo-eCp7ImA9WhVSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4666076783420038754.post-264092816007063139</id><published>2012-03-16T05:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-16T06:10:31.450-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-16T06:10:31.450-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my other guy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommy Moments" /><title>A Book Festival at the Mall</title><content type="html">Whenever we go to the mall, we always stop by either National Bookstore or Book Sale.  Last Sunday was different, we no longer have to drag ourselves to those stores because they have already taken their stuffs on the entertainment plaza of SM City Fairview.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RTOfIr0KU/T2M4jjb8sbI/AAAAAAAALSA/9i66cvGcWvU/s1600/2012-03-11%2B17.19.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RTOfIr0KU/T2M4jjb8sbI/AAAAAAAALSA/9i66cvGcWvU/s320/2012-03-11%2B17.19.26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720478135149703602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was actually having a book Festival hence books are in abundance.  What the kid actually enjoyed was the storytelling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-BfdN36PPU/T2M5pNTbeJI/AAAAAAAALSM/1Go4C7JuDR8/s1600/2012-03-11%2B17.40.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-BfdN36PPU/T2M5pNTbeJI/AAAAAAAALSM/1Go4C7JuDR8/s320/2012-03-11%2B17.40.52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720479331799234706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdSAjojSG0w/T2M6s_26nHI/AAAAAAAALSY/Siq__TZY4JA/s1600/2012-03-11%2B18.06.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdSAjojSG0w/T2M6s_26nHI/AAAAAAAALSY/Siq__TZY4JA/s320/2012-03-11%2B18.06.22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720480496421084274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the storyteller coming in on costume was really a great factor for the kids.   The kid even wanted to stay for the next round of storytelling which is after two hours.  We just told him that we have to go home because I need to iron his uniform for his class the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/category/mommy-moments"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://extraroomforhappiness.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i124/kissme_519/happinessismemebadgecopy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~4/LBHod9WXAY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/feeds/264092816007063139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/03/book-festival-at-mall.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/264092816007063139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4666076783420038754/posts/default/264092816007063139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/momfrommanila/orqe/~3/LBHod9WXAY4/book-festival-at-mall.html" title="A Book Festival at the Mall" /><author><name>MoM from Manila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339932345044933508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_juzBya-gdO8/SB2OOA_wXXI/AAAAAAAABRc/MWlKEQs2V60/me.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RTOfIr0KU/T2M4jjb8sbI/AAAAAAAALSA/9i66cvGcWvU/s72-c/2012-03-11%2B17.19.26.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.momfrommanila.com/2012/03/book-festival-at-mall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
