tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69166601419453867502024-02-07T22:14:29.374+04:00MorE than MEETS the EyEcome into my world and discover the real meAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-43827881752598050492013-03-03T11:27:00.000+04:002013-08-17T13:52:28.910+04:00First time to join an online contestI've joined a contest today.<br />
My first time to ever join a contest. Cool.<br />
It's from the blog I've been following for a long time now.<br />
Because March is her birth month, Pamela of Blabber & Thoughts decided to give such an interesting book 'The richest man in Babylon', this book I think is all about , how to manage your finances.<br />
Hope I will be the chosen one.<br />
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Wish me luck.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-73903629248077845162013-02-17T16:44:00.000+04:002013-02-17T17:03:39.027+04:00The Red RoseSo I was expecting a long stemmed red rose last Valentine's Day. Guess what? Not a single petal.<br />
Frustrated. I know, I should have not expected. He never gives flower anyway. But somehow, in the farthest corner of my mind, there's this tiny hope that it will be different this time , that when I come home from work , I will get the surprise of my life because I will see this red thing neatly lying on my table top.Oh yes, I was still surprised, as there was nothing but the same old empty table I left in the morning. Then I heard my message alert tone,touched the screen, and read the message. 'Happy Valentine's Dear :-)' then followed by ' I made reservations for two tonight.'<br />
Hey, it's not so bad after all , love is still in the air, even without<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-68198395701583007552013-02-16T14:06:00.000+04:002013-02-16T14:06:28.920+04:00Squid vs Tilapya (St. Peter's fish)<br />
I had a funny conversation with Trisha yesterday.<br />
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Trisha: Mommy, what did you eat today?<br />
Me: Squid.<br />
Trisha: Squiiid??!!<br />
Me: Yeah, why?<br />
Trisha: Eeeww, what you just ate is so scary mommy!!!<br />
Me: It is not scary. It's so yummy Trish.<br />
Trisha: It is scary mommy. Lalo na yung head ng squid,eeww (especially the head).<br />
Me: Trish, there is no scary food. All the foods are nice.You must also try how to eat squid sometimes. <br />
Trisha: Mommy, pwedeng tilapya na lang? (mommy, can i just eat St. Peter's fish?)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-57608784581909460992013-02-16T13:40:00.001+04:002013-02-16T13:40:55.124+04:00Vital Shield<br />
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She then recommended that I try this <b>'Vital Shield' </b>which is a super anti oxidant dietary supplement.<br />
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Though, this product is not intended to diagnose , treat , cure or prevent any kind of disease, it does wonders to me as I really feel that it improved my immune system after religiously taking it. Before, whenever I have a colleague in the office or somebody at home who has colds or cough , expect that I will have one too in just 1 or 2 days. But when i started taking Vital Shield , it's actually shielding me from all the viruses playing naughtily in the air.It is really doing a wonderful job on my body , so effective on me.<br />
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All the BEST for 2013...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-79243645175415218682012-09-15T12:57:00.000+04:002012-09-15T12:57:22.024+04:00Trisha and Daine<br />
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The loves of our lives in their most recent pic.<br />
The Dad and Mom have a fair share of the 2 angels' looks, I believe.<br />
Though the dad is claiming that the 2 princesses got 98% of their features from him,majority of our relatives and friends think otherwise.<br />
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She is already a first grader. A first grader! hah!<br />
The mommy heart in me is so slow to absorb it.<br />
It was just yesterday when I cradled her in my arms and sang lullaby s for her so she could go to sleep.<br />
Now , she chooses what she wants to wear , knows how to fix her hair , eats by chopsticks , sends SMS and clicks the " like" button in facebook.<br />
And tomorrow? Lipstick and nail polish and eye shadow and strappy heels and bangles might be all over her room.<br />
Oh baby girl, please don't grow up so fast. I miss your pacifier.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-1574978370523168972012-07-30T13:17:00.001+04:002012-07-30T13:17:40.839+04:00Meet Daine...our darling angel.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJALHS_7V-3u_TGyq57d6P4Z9wcrYjDOpza0qOzymBF7r6iZcFzFiJDke0THYEMTkeCdlgTPPQC_Q_LV69S0fDHIAdRLTvvhlOnBimysb-obRFV4FuS2fj-tdaUlYX0XRGKmOm3EGsbOy/s1600/SAM_2749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJALHS_7V-3u_TGyq57d6P4Z9wcrYjDOpza0qOzymBF7r6iZcFzFiJDke0THYEMTkeCdlgTPPQC_Q_LV69S0fDHIAdRLTvvhlOnBimysb-obRFV4FuS2fj-tdaUlYX0XRGKmOm3EGsbOy/s320/SAM_2749.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Another precious gift from up above, the greatest gift of all and we are forever grateful.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-34378795426875743682012-03-19T09:51:00.003+04:002012-03-19T10:01:54.366+04:00A wonderful BlessingOh yes, I am so back.<br />This 2012, we will receive a very wonderful blessing, a blessing we will cherish for the rest of our lives...and in two months time we will finally meet her.<br />The whole family is really getting excited, can't wait.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-24312903466715165952011-05-10T12:32:00.003+04:002011-05-10T12:40:18.039+04:00For My Mommy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWuFfJFiD9XMiZAtTGPQ5hPU1XDPapR9mGOss8yN-7d_krgjDyPSptvIHwsIFBJ_p1nc8PkXgUKs3LLZqoPvlea8u7duD9ydXh_7NKY_CzP6zrBqmXHNFowSsfXBLqc9Eqagh_wgwAjfg/s1600/mommy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWuFfJFiD9XMiZAtTGPQ5hPU1XDPapR9mGOss8yN-7d_krgjDyPSptvIHwsIFBJ_p1nc8PkXgUKs3LLZqoPvlea8u7duD9ydXh_7NKY_CzP6zrBqmXHNFowSsfXBLqc9Eqagh_wgwAjfg/s320/mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605003299208461026" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">I love the way you dance the Cha cha even if your steps are quite confusing to me, I love the way you sing “Wonderful Tonight” even if your pitch are two notes higher, I love the way you call my name- ‘Donna’ when you make lambing, but I wanted to just vanish when you call me by my full name “DonnaBelle” because it means you’re mad, I love the way you cook Ginataang everything (that’s your specialty) even if it’s so hot and spicy most of the time, I love the way you take care of yourself even if sometimes I find it OA already :-), I love the way you dress even if all your plumps are showing, I love the way you teach and guide Trisha with all her lessons and assignments in school, I know I owe you so much, I love the way you take care of Trisha <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>even if you spoil<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>her<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>often, I am<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>forever grateful to you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so on your special day let me thank you…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>for all your countless sacrifices to the four of us ( me and my siblings), for being our bestfriend, for being our confidante for being our angel for being a very loving lola to Third and Trisha and most of all for being such a wonderful Mom.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I may not afford to give you an expensive gift for your birthday but I wish you…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>a long and healthy life so that you can still see and enjoy your future great grand children, peace and happiness because it will make you look younger, and most importantly, I pray to the Lord, that he may grant your heart's desire.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I do not utter this often but to say that I love you very much is an understatement.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Happy Birthday Mommy! You are simply the BEST!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-33306795566432574392011-04-18T16:33:00.005+04:002011-04-18T17:07:13.430+04:00Trisha at 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZPsPAASkaP4vZaWDFoLJHN38M1-Vhe6duFa1HHpmU4tBmu9C76dp_gy3n6nEJFPonHQMBKVOrssifqAltC8rYRX6hlm6fNFXyz6by28gllzggPISubHejOa7Rd6L-DehaunhPJOPSjDU/s1600/Trisha+grad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZPsPAASkaP4vZaWDFoLJHN38M1-Vhe6duFa1HHpmU4tBmu9C76dp_gy3n6nEJFPonHQMBKVOrssifqAltC8rYRX6hlm6fNFXyz6by28gllzggPISubHejOa7Rd6L-DehaunhPJOPSjDU/s320/Trisha+grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596909426030357746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Trisha turned 5 last April 15, oh how time really flies.<br />In no time , my little angel will no longer be a baby (well, she'll always be a baby to me) and she will soon be wearing skirts and heels and lipsticks...just the mere thought of it makes me wanna cry :-(<br />And so, I won't think of that for now. For the meantime, all i need to do is to enjoy every bits and pieces of Trisha.<br />Most importantly , I pray to the BIG MAN up there that he may always lead Trisha to the path of righteousness and Godliness.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-19906655516919447802010-10-06T11:37:00.002+04:002010-10-06T11:41:09.063+04:00I'm back...and hopefully for good.<br /><br />Will update this blog in no time.<br />So many stories to share, don't know where to start actually, but it doesn't matter, I will surely find my way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-726848552286539882009-07-13T15:15:00.002+04:002012-11-08T12:13:20.941+04:00When you feel worried<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-37464200425797444902009-07-02T10:15:00.004+04:002009-07-02T10:34:44.913+04:00My Loving FatherMy Message to the Father:<br /><br />From the bottom of my heart, I sincerly thank you for all the wondeful things you have showered upon me My heart is overwhelming with joy and delight. You really know how to make me happy.You never fail to amuse me.Thank you so much for the astounding blessings.<br />All the praises be to you.<br />The highest honor I give thee.<br />Glory to you O Lord.<br />I love you Father until eternity...<br /><br />Yours forever,<br /><br />DonnaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-68364132491548163912009-06-27T13:24:00.012+04:002012-11-08T12:12:29.557+04:00Luke 10:27The Father's Message:<br />
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Luke 10:27Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-30170230581221002032009-06-25T11:17:00.025+04:002009-06-27T13:23:18.302+04:00Trisha in ActionTrisha is one vigorous little girl. There is never a dull moment with this feisty kiddo. Take a look at her pictures taken in school by her granny.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVr-Dsydn7XFoUwIG1CiBANbDCuNXVN8VWc22JaAsu_w13WhOM7wpOT_4x03JV7Y-5M1DJxp7kntNh7V98hspANl2Ffl6GWIjVacLbVj6H0BcAjVxwOAuvgSnzhvU2l76RZnyCIU9Igfw/s1600-h/school2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351165536903742610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVr-Dsydn7XFoUwIG1CiBANbDCuNXVN8VWc22JaAsu_w13WhOM7wpOT_4x03JV7Y-5M1DJxp7kntNh7V98hspANl2Ffl6GWIjVacLbVj6H0BcAjVxwOAuvgSnzhvU2l76RZnyCIU9Igfw/s320/school2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXt3r8m-0cKE3UBcHaO5l1DlAc8IojwH2xJcvBJo9eqXwwOOBlUZh0pVjn6HBH0prBBV70pDUiQGDn2L2xcoDswwTAC8Bkuu1Vm-M2rLVG_xIZSpxsu-ewHXNTYkcKIJdMUC2WF_szAd35/s1600-h/school.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351163463854041746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXt3r8m-0cKE3UBcHaO5l1DlAc8IojwH2xJcvBJo9eqXwwOOBlUZh0pVjn6HBH0prBBV70pDUiQGDn2L2xcoDswwTAC8Bkuu1Vm-M2rLVG_xIZSpxsu-ewHXNTYkcKIJdMUC2WF_szAd35/s320/school.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2SEhV7jQrAKflNOnYBZPM_6olCty2JQ09ri0RyuisxEQR5SrmJe2mbwtZWF327zxvNmkEdu12F9HaSQ2750G4W2Kuxh9B9hkHTdt28me88gRocOdwygJB1Gni5-oqyLAA_Bc79LADJ9w/s1600-h/school+3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351164843996047426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2SEhV7jQrAKflNOnYBZPM_6olCty2JQ09ri0RyuisxEQR5SrmJe2mbwtZWF327zxvNmkEdu12F9HaSQ2750G4W2Kuxh9B9hkHTdt28me88gRocOdwygJB1Gni5-oqyLAA_Bc79LADJ9w/s320/school+3.JPG" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She already developed a study habit that everytime she comes home from school, she always sees to it that she makes her homework first before taking her afternoon nap. Mommy Lily said Trisha will not go to sleep until she finishes all her homeworks.<br />It's almost a month now since she has started schooling and so far, she's loving it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-32614733456709203372009-06-16T13:52:00.006+04:002011-04-17T12:50:29.736+04:00The perfect quiz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNogV5sQGpMTnGNDDVVONaohJE1QHnC8Prh2RNAgwZagn44GqEsBLBog2EWJ_oE-RXyYKS1gL7mnFjk-HHL7wiUgUZ5PgwxCiXq5ln77g39lpuqkYrj7xA5wdxcetbX__76u1o295L__sZ/s1600-h/quiz.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347868620522905426" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNogV5sQGpMTnGNDDVVONaohJE1QHnC8Prh2RNAgwZagn44GqEsBLBog2EWJ_oE-RXyYKS1gL7mnFjk-HHL7wiUgUZ5PgwxCiXq5ln77g39lpuqkYrj7xA5wdxcetbX__76u1o295L__sZ/s320/quiz.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It was almost noon time and Mommy Lily was anxious. She was peeping at the window of Trisha's classroom and was nervously eying on the little brat who was standing in front of the teacher. It was Trisha's first quiz/recitation last June 11. Mommy Lily was uncertain if the angel would be able to answer the teacher's questions.</div><br /><div></div><div>The night before , my youngest sister was giving lessons to Trisha in preparation for the coming quiz, but the little brat was hardly listening. Her attention was merely focused on the pencil that she was holding and on the paper in front of her. Trisha just keeps on doodling some abstract things that she could only understand. Not only that, she responds to the question but was giving the wrong answers and will laugh so hard ( yes, she is naughty). Mommy Lily had to pretend that she was mad just so the little girl would cooperate with her tita. After a few more minutes, Trisha announced that she was already sleepy and doesn't want to study the lessons anymore. The granny and the tita looked at each other and said in unison<em>"Bahala na bukas." </em></div><br /><div></div><div>Mommy Lily was almost out of breath when teacher Gina asked the first question.</div><div><em>Teacher Gina: 'Alligator starts with a letter...??'</em></div><div><em>Trisha: 'A' was her quick reply (Mommy Lily was amazed)</em></div><div><em>Teacher Gina:'What is the color of the alligator?'</em></div><div><em>Trisha:'Black'</em></div><div><em>Teacher Gina:'What does the alligator eats?'</em></div><div><em>Trisha:'Fish and frog'</em></div><div>The teacher then asked Trisha to draw a circle,triangle and rectangle in the paper, in which the little girl willingly did as what the teacher had asked.</div><div>And the result... Trisha's first quiz was perfect!</div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Mommy Lily was smiling from ear to ear and she treated Trisha to Jollibee after her class.</div><br /><div></div><div>Accross the miles, there is one PROUD MOMMA who was jumping for joy.</div><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-34260850910803059442009-06-10T12:35:00.006+04:002009-06-10T13:08:44.457+04:00Trisha's 1st day in school<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4X4-V1C07T5YuDeECpzJqaJ8JOU-eiRpyWOl-AWq4BxTbxjIg0N7Jq1FwkC1h5rj0TtMCj87YunVlCfX8dMN9jRVBWqQ3uyiemZXIprW0LAci1j56gIeWunWzibVN2v6tCFLRQM2Dpk0/s1600-h/Trisha+kulet.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345622415261544178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4X4-V1C07T5YuDeECpzJqaJ8JOU-eiRpyWOl-AWq4BxTbxjIg0N7Jq1FwkC1h5rj0TtMCj87YunVlCfX8dMN9jRVBWqQ3uyiemZXIprW0LAci1j56gIeWunWzibVN2v6tCFLRQM2Dpk0/s320/Trisha+kulet.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Last Thursday, Trisha had her first taste of school life.</div><br /><div>We enrolled her in one of the montessori in our place and she was admitted as Nursery in level A. She has a good schedule which is from 11:00am to 2:00pm.</div><div></div><br /><div>The night before the big day, she was so excited and kept on checking her school bag,lunch box and notebooks. She even wants to wear the socks and shoes already. She slept with her lunch box beside her.</div><div></div><br /><div>At quarter to eleven the next day, the school bus arrived in our house where Trisha and her Tita Lablab were already waiting.</div><br /><div>At exactly eleven in the morning, Trisha with Tita Lablab were already entering the classroom with the other kids. For almost an hour , Trisha was very quiet and just observing what was happening around her. The teacher started introducing each student and Trisha was still quiet when her name was called. Suddenly, Tita Lablab noticed that she is about to cry and in no time , Trisha spilled the tears. When Tita Lablab asked her why was she crying , her reply was <em>" I want to go home na because Mommy Lily (her grandma) is alone in the house and i am worried."(nagpalusot pa)</em></div><div>Tita lablab left no choice but to take Trisha home because she can feel that tantrums is in the air. </div><br /><div>And so, Mommy Lily was surprised because they went home early.</div><div>Tita Lablab told her what happend and this is what Mother Lily had to say <em>"Well, tomorrow is another day."</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-41482864638848806452009-06-10T12:27:00.004+04:002012-11-08T12:11:51.561+04:00Philippians 4:4The father's Message:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-49749553218199332642009-06-10T11:59:00.003+04:002009-06-10T13:16:28.740+04:00dying..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmtVivDApo6oA_qVRz1od8ibauFiSGhQydVkX0GntuUeZYZYCScPWpOroqCh6oSDqi1M1uJ-Ij-OX3mJAy9w5IWAea1AMfYGZ8uiCcj3g4nna-COkB0KYYXRYMl9GpGwFVQ7Y6Lw6BSuu/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605821797848498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmtVivDApo6oA_qVRz1od8ibauFiSGhQydVkX0GntuUeZYZYCScPWpOroqCh6oSDqi1M1uJ-Ij-OX3mJAy9w5IWAea1AMfYGZ8uiCcj3g4nna-COkB0KYYXRYMl9GpGwFVQ7Y6Lw6BSuu/s320/image001.jpg" /></a> Are you one of them?<br />Well, it's not yet late for all of us. We can still enjoy each day of our lives as if it is the last.<br /><br />(sent by a good friend of mine )Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-45327734397083829972009-05-20T12:13:00.006+04:002009-05-20T13:42:22.568+04:00My sister Det<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsfC2Jf5mljxPTABjSraNy7XVgI54NyDNgKpkzH3_oMJhiwYEYz0svNByxuLZM3JapkmEMEqHjGDVsfPfWAVsZbizsp76W3Sr33oc2xwCOxZXoQo-JDf0oJUdt3y25OwyjMRmeKh6OOdLz/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337837691304545058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsfC2Jf5mljxPTABjSraNy7XVgI54NyDNgKpkzH3_oMJhiwYEYz0svNByxuLZM3JapkmEMEqHjGDVsfPfWAVsZbizsp76W3Sr33oc2xwCOxZXoQo-JDf0oJUdt3y25OwyjMRmeKh6OOdLz/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was so happy when I received a mail from my sister Det this morning.<br /><br /><div>Her very first article entitled <em>"Winning by surrendering to the Holy Spirit's love"</em> was published in the Newsletter of a catholic organization where she is a member. I can feel her excitement and jubilation as her article was put in the front page.</div><div></div><br /><div>Det's piece is all about stories and testimonies of the new members of their catholic community.</div><br /><div>These people are from different walks of life who has been touched by the power of the Holy Spirit eversince they started attending this charismatic seminar until they become fullpledge members. This religious organization with the assistance of the priests and active members help the new ones become much more closer to God by organizing a classsroom style seminar all pertaining to the wonderful deeds and works of our Lord God.</div><div>The attendees are very happy and satisfied as they feel so blessed and enlightend. </div><div></div><br /><div>I can say that this is one big accomplishement for my sister as it is her long dream to write and being the religious person that she is, Det choose to write in her community where she feels a true sense of belonging and acceptance . Now that she is already in her first step, I know that this is the beginning of my sister's realization to do what she really loves.</div><div></div><br /><div>To you Det, I am so proud of you. May you continue spreading the good news and may the Lord God guide you always to the path of righteousness and Godliness.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97Bjd1hYm2MU3g_FZPYlVtPlZWQljISiA9eRDQyOmLtumzAagJgjiUDs70wsqpGxXSXeYC6KbIV4OMO3vZBoJXqTTOxYtcnZFHaj9-7fjrLNi1U8sjhsMy_0cdrdMkbJyZI-uy0pFbnD0/s1600-h/singapore+2008+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337838266369916754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97Bjd1hYm2MU3g_FZPYlVtPlZWQljISiA9eRDQyOmLtumzAagJgjiUDs70wsqpGxXSXeYC6KbIV4OMO3vZBoJXqTTOxYtcnZFHaj9-7fjrLNi1U8sjhsMy_0cdrdMkbJyZI-uy0pFbnD0/s320/singapore+2008+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Good Luck and God Bless you always!!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08174024189141961043noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916660141945386750.post-65729637085087177352009-05-20T10:42:00.001+04:002012-11-08T12:10:25.456+04:001 Corinthians 16:14<br />
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