<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:36:05.755+08:00</updated><category term='garbage'/><category term='Cbox'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='Cagayan de Oro City'/><category term='Timoga'/><category term='Spanish subject'/><category term='Gaisano'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Spartan'/><category term='Coke'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='environment'/><category term='wine'/><category term='the weather lyrics'/><category term='Landbank'/><category term='chocolate hills'/><category term='flash flood'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Levi&apos;s'/><category term='Smart Bro'/><category term='Maze Park'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='family'/><category term='lechon'/><category term='Mangima'/><category term='Mary Kay'/><category term='Money War'/><category term='mom'/><category term='in-laws'/><category term='Sorbetes ice cream'/><category term='age'/><category term='Office 2007'/><category term='Sony Ericsson'/><category term='mother'/><category term='K550i'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='wedding singer'/><category term='Beverly Hills Chihuahua'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='Respiratory System'/><category term='bohol'/><category term='Victoria&apos;s Secret'/><category term='Personal Collection'/><category term='Iligan City'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='father'/><category term='Office 98'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Balulang'/><category term='Limketkai Mall'/><category term='can'/><category term='beauty pageant'/><category term='saxophone'/><category term='name'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Tribu Sandals'/><category term='Sony digital camera'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Lipton &apos;Tea'/><category term='Greenhills'/><category term='Jesus The Shepherd Church'/><category term='motown'/><category term='Neocounter'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='coconut shell'/><category term='bomb threats'/><category term='Aiza'/><category term='GMA-7'/><category term='fellowshipping'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Jollibee'/><category term='hairstyle'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='Sanyo'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='hole-in-the-wall'/><category term='ukay-ukay'/><category term='Love'/><category term='awards'/><category term='DENR'/><category term='Bogie'/><category term='joke'/><category term='cellophane'/><category term='Gretchen Baretto'/><category term='St. Mary'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Nenette's Niche</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my place and enjoy exploring it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6227224129044425384</id><published>2009-09-11T15:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:48:45.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Home" Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sqn_5WErcrI/AAAAAAAAANY/imVMQCr8Wro/s1600-h/Filipiniana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sqn_5WErcrI/AAAAAAAAANY/imVMQCr8Wro/s320/Filipiniana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380112590513599154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;My officemates and me (2nd from right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup, I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; alone in my third home - the office.  All my officemates are out for a team building, or shall I say team bonding at Initao Natural Park.  Actually, I was supposed to be with them but during the meeting/planning, the office's Chief announced that there should one personnel to report for office to attend to some clients.   She was referring to our sickly personnel because she's concerned with her health.   But, I saw how sad she was upon hearing it.   So I volunteered myself to be left in the office.   Anyway, I told myself, I've already experienced the canopy walk, swimming, etc.   My officemate was very happy I gave in.   And so the whole day, I am alone in the office.  And I find it not so boring hehe because I've done so many things instead:   reading, studying, etc. with of course a little (and no pressure) office works.   Not to mention the relaxing hours LOL!  Then of course, I've posted to my blog again, at last.  I've missed blogging the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6227224129044425384?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6227224129044425384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6227224129044425384' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6227224129044425384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6227224129044425384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-alone.html' title='&quot;Home&quot; Alone'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sqn_5WErcrI/AAAAAAAAANY/imVMQCr8Wro/s72-c/Filipiniana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2963783606674454489</id><published>2009-08-31T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:47:47.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Spvhn38pzuI/AAAAAAAAANI/rs3yAvvcwJc/s1600-h/gep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Spvhn38pzuI/AAAAAAAAANI/rs3yAvvcwJc/s320/gep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376138655346314978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gep, my niece (daughter of my sis-in-law) is a very talkative li'l girl (6 years old).    She often talks to herself in Tagalog dialect, inspired by some TV soap operas.   If you'll observe her, well she's really a good actor, a drama princess who imitates the leading lady or the villain lol.    But one thing I don't like about her is her attitude when she gets angry and doesn't get what she wanted.   She'd cry or yell showing the 'no fear' attitude.   Good thing she's afraid of me haha!   One wrong word or action, I'll immediately correct her.   I wouldn't tolerate her with that attitude as she'd grow up with a bad character.   That's why she doesn't act &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;spoiled brat in my presence.   One mealtime, my son commented on how noisy she is, that her voice is very irritating especially when she cries.    I agreed, "Yeah, when she grows up and have a family of her own, she will be a noisy mom who'd always scold her children, blah blah blah like that."   He replied, "Ah you mean, you were as noisy as Gep when you were a child, Ma?"   Hubby laughed out loud (while I became speechless).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2963783606674454489?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2963783606674454489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2963783606674454489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2963783606674454489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2963783606674454489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-like-her.html' title='Just Like Her?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Spvhn38pzuI/AAAAAAAAANI/rs3yAvvcwJc/s72-c/gep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1924714068316158307</id><published>2009-08-24T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:16:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very "Discomforting" Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For two days I've been suffering the discomforts of "hmmm...roids".   Mom advised applying it with Banana peeling.  I hadn't done it yet because I've already applied it with Katialis - highly recommended by a friend.   Sadly, it didn't work this time.  I browsed the net for possible treatments so I wouldn't have to go to the doctor LOL!   Acetaminophen is recommended , but only temporarily as it may "come again".  There are so many things to do like increase water and fiber intakes and exercise (oww!  I'm guilty on this), to name a few.   Other causes include overweight (ulk!), etc.   But the warning is, if it bleeds, we have to consult the doctor as it may be something more serious.  I also thought that the main cause is constipation.  But diarrhea also causes this kind of sickness.  It pays to research about some early symptoms of sickness, but I guess going to a doctor would be  best (but not with this [for me] LOL!).   Anyways, I had this 'instinct' again,  so I took Flanax because, it's anti-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inflammatory.  &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, I feel more comfortable now, thank God.   Aside from instincts, folks, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt; is much needed in times of sickness - I mean ALL kinds of sickness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1924714068316158307?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1924714068316158307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1924714068316158307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1924714068316158307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1924714068316158307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-discomforting-thing.html' title='A Very &quot;Discomforting&quot; Thing'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-13247310065276655</id><published>2009-08-23T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:57:02.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn or Leg Burn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SpFKMkH_14I/AAAAAAAAANA/WErJQVx4LHI/s1600-h/muffler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SpFKMkH_14I/AAAAAAAAANA/WErJQVx4LHI/s320/muffler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373157410145818498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after our Sunday service in church I changed my high-heeled shoes to slippers to relax my legs.  While going home on our motorcycle, hubby told me to face left-side because it would be more comfortable for me and him as he drives.   I insisted for the right side because the sun is on the left.   I don't want to get sunburn hehe.  Suddenly my slipper fall on the road.  T'was timely that the motorcycle stopped because of the traffic.  I hurriedly went down.  But, my leg  accidentally touched the muffler.   Oh men, it was burning hot!  Ouuuch!   It felt like being cut by a blade.  Until now I can still feel the pain and the dark mark is there.  Hubby applied toothpaste.  Hmm, I don't know if it's really effective.  But maybe, because it did not swell (thank God).  I thought, I should have chosen to get sunburn than leg burn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-13247310065276655?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/13247310065276655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=13247310065276655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/13247310065276655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/13247310065276655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunburn-or-leg-burn.html' title='Sunburn or Leg Burn?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SpFKMkH_14I/AAAAAAAAANA/WErJQVx4LHI/s72-c/muffler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3803246197220417246</id><published>2009-08-18T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:11:28.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Soqx5L2HsII/AAAAAAAAAM4/SS1ipREktFA/s1600-h/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Soqx5L2HsII/AAAAAAAAAM4/SS1ipREktFA/s400/smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371301101583184002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I imagined, this is  how it looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My former co-employee Nitoy, a refrigerator and aircon technician once traveled to a rural area to attend to some customers' complaints.  He brought along a metallic container for freon and other spare parts and materials for repair.  It was a bit of a risky trip considering the recent ambush that happened near the area of his destination.  Besides, the place was disturbed by some rebel attacks that time.   But he had no choice.  Every conveyance going  to Lanao Del Norte must pass by that area.   And so, boarding a full-packed jeepney (a type of conveyance), he put his things under  his chair.   Full-packed in the sense that some of the passengers were already sitting on top of the roof.  As the jeepney was passing the very "quiet" place, the freon container suddenly exploded!  It produced a very thick (but cold), white smoke.  It's because, freon is supposedly to be kept on a cold or sheltered place to keep it cold.  And since the flooring of the jeepney was very  hot and it was already noontime, that caused it.  All the passengers were very frightened and afraid.  The driver stopped the engine and dove on the road and run.  And all the other passengers jumped for their lives (LOL!)  except Nitoy (of course, he knew it was his freon).    He was left alone inside.  Looking  outside, he saw the people hiding behind the trees, others behind the big stones, eyes toward his direction.  They thought it was another ambush.   He said sorry to everyone (some got bruises).  Good for him, he was not attacked by the other passengers.  By the way, Nitoy already passed away years ago, but this is one story I couldn't forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3803246197220417246?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3803246197220417246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3803246197220417246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3803246197220417246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3803246197220417246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/freon.html' title='The Freon'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Soqx5L2HsII/AAAAAAAAAM4/SS1ipREktFA/s72-c/smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7989593327495447175</id><published>2009-08-15T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:44:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SobFdAKS9uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kp77zHMJMpc/s1600-h/thank+u+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SobFdAKS9uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kp77zHMJMpc/s400/thank+u+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370196707735959266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was my (oh my!) 40&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was a child I’ve been thinking, what would my life be at the age of 40?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How would I look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How old would my kids be  by that time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And many other curios questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But now I know (lol!)…Anyways, there's nothing sweeter when you're awakened by a greeting and a kiss from your spouse (singing the birthday song), followed by the greetings from your excited kids and then text messages from friends and family members.  I was about to prepare to go to the office when I thought, it was a chance for me to look for a house to rent (I'll post about this next time).   That was a tiring thing to do (whew!).   We returned home around 3:00 p.m.  We left at 10:00 a.m.  I was a bit pressured also because I had an assignment for the prayer meeting in the evening.   But God is always great, He arranged everything that day.   When me and my 2 kids arrived at our center at 6:45 p.m., I noticed that there was only one sister there when it was already late!  Wow, how many people would be attending the prayer meeting?   Then another 2 arrived and so on... then I saw some foods on the table.  Hmm, I guess I know...  During the service, people started coming in, bringing more foods!   Before the end of the service, our pastor prayed for me  (one very important thing that must be done on my birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was really happy how my birthday was spent.  So guys, thank you very, very much.   You just don't know how deeply touched I am.   God bless you all!   &lt;/span&gt;And of course, I thank my Heavenly Father Who's so gracious... always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7989593327495447175?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7989593327495447175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7989593327495447175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7989593327495447175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7989593327495447175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-guys.html' title='Thanks, Guys!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SobFdAKS9uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kp77zHMJMpc/s72-c/thank+u+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-26644097895982165</id><published>2009-08-07T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:04:49.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was exploring the blogs last week by trying out some editing in my themes, etc.  I enjoyed doing it because my layout was changing from one design to another as I kept on clicking some designs looking (choosing) for nicer designs.  The part that I'm afraid of in doing things like this is how would I undo some changes if ever, because I don't go much on thorough readings on instructions.  I'd always assume I understand or know what I'm doing LOL!  To my dismay, after some clicking, I found out that my Blog List is gone.  Glad I recovered one (only!).  Oh no, I'm sincerely sorry for those in my list before.  I know it will take much time in recovering them but I will do it one by one... the risk of exploring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-26644097895982165?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/26644097895982165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=26644097895982165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/26644097895982165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/26644097895982165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-gone.html' title='It&apos;s Gone!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7086917206122784837</id><published>2009-08-03T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:38:36.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belated Birthday Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SnbqrXu34HI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_OboinLEGfI/s1600-h/Lalaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SnbqrXu34HI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_OboinLEGfI/s400/Lalaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365734036884414578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday, Lalaine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've observed lately that I am often late in terms of greeting friends' birthdays.   It's either I forgot it on the actual date or my time won't allow me to.    But tonight, I promised myself not to sleep without greeting (late again!) another friend who's very dear to me - Love of &lt;a href="http://lalainesworld.com/"&gt;Lalaine's World&lt;/a&gt;.    If I were to describe her, well, I know everybody will agree when I say she's one of the kindest persons in the whole world (no kidding - read her mom's testimony of hers in &lt;a href="http://indaycaballero.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Glimpse From a Widow's Heart&lt;/a&gt;), a very reserved,  soft-spoken, gentle, humble, etc. etc...  Anyways, I am so blessed being her friend.   Actually, when she decided to obey God's plan (for her to go to another place), I was saddened because I'm gonna be missing her.   Obedient as she is, her life is full of blessings - with a comparatively good husband, beautiful kids (and great in-laws hehe).   She is indeed a picture of a true Christian woman who deserved to be an inspiration and a model to all.    Belated, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Love!  and God bless you more abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7086917206122784837?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7086917206122784837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7086917206122784837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7086917206122784837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7086917206122784837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/belated-birthday-greetings.html' title='A Belated Birthday Greetings'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SnbqrXu34HI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_OboinLEGfI/s72-c/Lalaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-111559555653634075</id><published>2009-08-03T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:00:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's Birthday, Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Snbjt3I8nYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HurUVeesz8k/s1600-h/hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Snbjt3I8nYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HurUVeesz8k/s400/hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365726383093620098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virnee, Hannah and Mariano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Praise God, we arrived home safely at 9:00 last night from Iligan City.   T'was a very tiring day.   Going there in the morning and returned home that very evening.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's our presence that counts&lt;/span&gt;...  My niece's birthday celebration was a success (thank God).    Children really enjoyed the party especially the games.    There were lots of birthday bags and prizes.   The food was great too.   Actually, t'was a triple celebration - Hannah's 2nd birthday, thanksgiving for my new nephew and my brother's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bienvenida&lt;/span&gt; party (he came  home from Ireland for a short break).    When it was goodbye time (I hate this part), my sister reacted because she still wanted us to stay for the night.   But we had to go home because my kids are going to school as early as 7:00 A.M. the following day.   Hmm, it's really very different now that almost all of my siblings are already married.   We seldom see each other anymore.   But it's also enjoyable when we get together - like yesterday (each bringing their own families, with children who looks like their parents hehe).   Children are really fun to be with!   Mom has a total of eight grandchildren already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-111559555653634075?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/111559555653634075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=111559555653634075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/111559555653634075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/111559555653634075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/virnee-hannah-and-mariano-praise-god-we.html' title='Hannah&apos;s Birthday, Etc.'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Snbjt3I8nYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HurUVeesz8k/s72-c/hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7243061345545427798</id><published>2009-08-01T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:56:16.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>To My Hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow, my whole family will be travelling to Iligan City (my homewtown).   It's the place where I've spent almost half of my life.   I seldom come home because my time won't allow me to.   But since the trip was scheduled two weeks ago, I was able to arrange my commitments so as not to create conflicts with my usual activities.   We will try to catch an early bus tomorrow.   I will be incharge of the program at 2:00 P.M. for my niece's birthday party.   I was confident of accepting the task because I will be facing "small" audiences LOL!   This will be my second time of hosting children's party.   The first one was during my nephew's birthday.   Well, my siblings trust me eh?   By the way, I have a new newphew, the brother of the celebrator.   Next year, they will be celebrating their birthdays together (God-willing) because my sister-in-law had her caesarian section on her daughter's birthday.   That's the advantage of CS.   One-time birthday party for two children.   Anyways, we look forward to an enjoyable party and at the same time a reunion with my family, friends and relatives.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7243061345545427798?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7243061345545427798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7243061345545427798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7243061345545427798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7243061345545427798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-hometown.html' title='To My Hometown'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3878775991634878864</id><published>2009-07-31T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:49:50.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my dad's 25th death anniversary.  How time flies... I was just 15 years old when he left us (now you know how old I am LOL!).   His death brought us some adjustments.   Our eldest sister was in college that time.   She became the "father" after that - waking up early to prepare our meals, taking care of the rest of her siblings (assisting mom).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I recall that Dad was a good cook (while mom's the very opposite) because he once worked as a chef to his cousin's restaurant.   He's also very fond of me, loved teasing me (especially when he's drunk) and he'd pinch my leg using his two toes!   When he died, I cried the whole day.   T'was so hard for me to accept the truth.   I even "talked to him" after his burial asking him to show himself to me (horror!)  Glad he didn't show up LOL!   Had he been alive today, he'd be 80 years old already.   He has not seen any of his grandchildren anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3878775991634878864?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3878775991634878864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3878775991634878864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3878775991634878864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3878775991634878864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering-dad.html' title='Remembering Dad'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3729255893864359083</id><published>2009-07-29T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:03:02.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>The Drunkard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SnA6ZoF8eDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qGHiNXnTf-0/s1600-h/wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SnA6ZoF8eDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qGHiNXnTf-0/s400/wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363851368131754034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend of mine has a lesbian daughter ("Tess") who also happens to be a drunkard.   In fact, because of that habit, she was impregnated by one of her drinking partners.   One night, My friend's other daughter came home shouting and crying, bringing news that Tess is lying dead along their subdivision's road.   She almost fainted.  Hurriedly, fighting her emotions, they went to the area where her daughter was.  When they found her, she was covered with newspapers and two candles were lit above her head and the other one was below her feet.   They cried and shouted her name in disbelief.   Suddenly, Tess' other lesbian friend  approached them saying:  "Ate, Tess is not dead.  Let me explain."  They stopped crying (and was relieved) and listened to her explanation... "Tess was very drunk that she can't even move her feet to walk.  Because she's so heavy, I can't help her.   When she laid on the road, I was worried.  I couldn't just leave her here because she might be hit with a vehicle.  I bought candles and lit them so that she will be visible enough.   And the newspapers, I put them on her body because there are lots of mosquitoes."     The following day, Tess received another very lengthy sermon...  See what the spirit of wine can do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="btext2"&gt;&lt;span class="rtext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/20-1.htm"&gt;Proverbs 20:1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="boldtext"&gt;Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; is a mocker, and beer is a brawler. Whoever is led astray by them is not wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3729255893864359083?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3729255893864359083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3729255893864359083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3729255893864359083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3729255893864359083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunkard.html' title='The Drunkard'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SnA6ZoF8eDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qGHiNXnTf-0/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7843521598232810306</id><published>2009-07-27T16:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:41:28.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony digital camera'/><title type='text'>Dream Cam True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sm1nBszNrnI/AAAAAAAAALw/A1CuE5Lek1I/s1600-h/Sony+Digicam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sm1nBszNrnI/AAAAAAAAALw/A1CuE5Lek1I/s400/Sony+Digicam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363056010171625074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was more than a year ago that I dreamed of having a digicam.    When I asked my brother  (who's working in Ireland) for it,  he answered that I'd better buy it in the Philippines because it's much cheaper here.     I concluded he wouldn't bring me one when he comes home.      True enough, his wife only gave me a shoulder bag.   He came home again just last week.   When I went to the hospital to visit her wife who just delivered a baby boy (I'll post about it next time) and, for us to claim our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, he handed me a bag containing some stuff.  When I checked in it, I couldn't believe it - mine is a Sony digital camera!    Oh God, You're just so amazing...   Brother have seen how happy I was.  You know what, I didn't pray about it.    I have had so many things to pray about that I didn't include (or forgot about the digicam anymore LOL!).   But God knows my desire.    And He granted it.    His words are always true and I've proven it once again:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="boldtext"&gt;Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart" - Psalm 37:4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd like to thank &lt;a href="http://bogieswonderland.com/"&gt;Bogie&lt;/a&gt; for suggesting the title for this post.    She's the first one whom I excitedly shared the news.  And again, I thank and praise my Lord for this blessing - a dream "cam" true indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7843521598232810306?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7843521598232810306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7843521598232810306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7843521598232810306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7843521598232810306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-cam-true.html' title='Dream Cam True'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sm1nBszNrnI/AAAAAAAAALw/A1CuE5Lek1I/s72-c/Sony+Digicam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2344553772307234231</id><published>2009-07-26T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:48:02.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday #1:  Puto Po 'To!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atasteofmylife.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w184/janet_bl/yummysunday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Smxwetwk5TI/AAAAAAAAALo/oSdch7F07pc/s1600-h/JULY+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Smxwetwk5TI/AAAAAAAAALo/oSdch7F07pc/s400/JULY+pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362784929273144626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's yummy, too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Puto is a popular recipe during special occasions.  This pic was taken during our Pastor's birthday.  Since the rice was not cooked during eating time (LOL!) I had this as the alternate.   It's okay because it's made of rice.     I think I consumed 5 of these haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2344553772307234231?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2344553772307234231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2344553772307234231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2344553772307234231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2344553772307234231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/puto-po-to.html' title='Yummy Sunday #1:  Puto Po &apos;To!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Smxwetwk5TI/AAAAAAAAALo/oSdch7F07pc/s72-c/JULY+pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2212233969360810800</id><published>2009-07-26T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:23:45.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bohol'/><title type='text'>My Son's Short Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SmxlvsU5P_I/AAAAAAAAALg/ru72e4WJmNM/s1600-h/chocolate-hills-philippines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SmxlvsU5P_I/AAAAAAAAALg/ru72e4WJmNM/s400/chocolate-hills-philippines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773126318473202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see the ants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, my son's spending a vacation during classes hahaha!  Actually, I was the one whom my mom invited to join with their group (Boholano Association) for their 3-day tour but I declined because of some commitments and work.   I suggested for Kent because he's not been there yet.     I have visited the place 21 years ago!  I was still a teenager that time but the memories are still there because I'm still young LOL!   Anyways, my son's absent was  only on Friday and tomorrow (2 days).   We were just a bit worried because mom texted me he got sick as soon as they arrived Bohol.   Thank God, he's recovering now, as laboratory tests showed there's nothing wrong, and nothing to worry.   What must have caused the fever?  I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, they're on their 2nd day tour and they've been to Chocolate Hills and other beautiful tourist spots.   I wonder why it's called "Chocolate Hills"?   When I was a child I used to imagine going there and because I love chocolates, I imagined getting some parts of it and eat it!   A friend told me also that that time, it was being attacked by millions of ants... What's funny is that, I believed him.   Anyway, when I was able to go there myself, I said:  "It's just mountains."   But what's amazing is that how God designed those mountains.   It's really wonderful!   It's  one of God's  wonderful artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2212233969360810800?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2212233969360810800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2212233969360810800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2212233969360810800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2212233969360810800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sons-short-vacation.html' title='My Son&apos;s Short Vacation'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SmxlvsU5P_I/AAAAAAAAALg/ru72e4WJmNM/s72-c/chocolate-hills-philippines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7318329168794233699</id><published>2009-07-20T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:21:16.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sikad Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SmRtMumqWSI/AAAAAAAAALY/WNOxajdlwMo/s1600-h/padyak.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360529521913780514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SmRtMumqWSI/AAAAAAAAALY/WNOxajdlwMo/s400/padyak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is not us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night I was going home around 9:00 from Prayer Meeting. The passenger jeep available that time was going to a street opposite our place (one block away) so I had to ride on a "sikad" (3-wheeled conveyance) to be able to reach the house. I was aware that the sikad drivers will be off around 8:30 p.m. so I was praying, "Dear God, please reserve one sikad for me. Whatever kind of sikad (presentable or not, whatever!)" because the place is dark and it's not gonna be safe for people to walk on that road as reports of snatching and holdups are noted. As I was getting near, I saw that indeed, there was one sikad! Thank God, I told myself, indeed He heard my prayer - He reserved one for me yipey! As soon as I sat on it, I noticed that the driver was so, sooo smelly! It smelled like the blanket that my daughter had peed on. Ew, I could hardly bare it. I just covered my nose and mouth - fresher air please... Then, I told God, "Lord, what kind of driver is this?" Suddenly, the Lord impressed His words, "You said 'whatever', as long as you can go home." Haha! I silently laughed. Indeed, God is a Joker too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7318329168794233699?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7318329168794233699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7318329168794233699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7318329168794233699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7318329168794233699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sikad-experience.html' title='My Sikad Experience'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SmRtMumqWSI/AAAAAAAAALY/WNOxajdlwMo/s72-c/padyak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6280118475078556019</id><published>2009-07-13T15:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:21:23.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>A Certified Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend’s brother died last week.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His body was brought to their residence in Camp Philips, Bukidnon.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the church service, we made plan of going to the place at 3:00 P.M. which is maybe 90 kms. away from the city (more or less), as the burial will be on the following day. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But while preparing, it was raining.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hubby said we’ll cancel the trip because it would be so hard to go there by motorcycle. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was sad though I admit, he’s right.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly a sister sent me a message that their multicab is available but she wouldn’t dare drive that far because she already has a phobia because of a bad driving experience. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I informed hubby of the situation, at first, he was hesitant because he hasn’t driven on long distance routes yet.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, how could he refuse me? LOL!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before we left, we prayed for safe travel.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were six of us, including my two kids. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though there was a bit of a “thrill” during the trip (we almost hit the passenger jeep following us because of the bad road) but, praise God, whew!  We reached the place in around 1.5 hours.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the travel, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful scenery of God's wonderful creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we returned, it was raining so hard that the road was not very visible. We just prayed.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At past 9:00 P.M. we arrived home safely. Thank God.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I told Nante, “You’re a certified driver already.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="rtext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/29-25.htm"&gt;Proverbs 29:25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The fear of man bringeth a snare; but whoso putteth his confidence in Jehovah is &lt;span class="boldtext"&gt;protected&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6280118475078556019?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6280118475078556019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6280118475078556019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6280118475078556019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6280118475078556019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/certified-driver.html' title='A Certified Driver'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4069714215603469866</id><published>2009-07-09T21:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:16:25.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO AWARDS FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday, July 9, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being given an award creates a great, warm feeling. I wanna thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeinholland-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; of My Life In Holland who gave me not just one but two awards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356451033496136498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SlXv1dRPqzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KD5Z1dlUJhw/s400/bestblogaward.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356451140672412002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SlXv7siD2WI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fGbDnqBQnCA/s400/lovelyblogaward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rules for these awards are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) To accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his/her blog link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve discovered and think are great! Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad I learned how to grab awards like these (thanks to the tutors) because through this, I not just feel honored, but am also able to gain more friends. Now, I want to share these accolades to my friends who also deserve these. They are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://laureenmay.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mayette,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bogieswonderland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bogie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lalainesworld.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lalaine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebeautifulfeetvietnam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeneath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kokijar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Koko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nizaborjal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://indaycaballero.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nanay Inday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://neonila-aperfectworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neonila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahg26.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dbmae7.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Debbie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveshaven.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timeslikethis-wrigley.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrigley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So dear friends, do grab it now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4069714215603469866?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4069714215603469866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4069714215603469866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4069714215603469866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4069714215603469866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-awards-for-me-thursday-july-9-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SlXv1dRPqzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KD5Z1dlUJhw/s72-c/bestblogaward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5344208417471642205</id><published>2009-07-07T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:02:38.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><title type='text'>Zero Garbage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SlMOwvA2LCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/y2rxMu1tZ8U/s1600-h/basura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SlMOwvA2LCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/y2rxMu1tZ8U/s400/basura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355640612290178082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, I was the stenographer of the conference for the government’s project “Zero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basura&lt;/span&gt; (Garbage)” held in one of the prestigious hotels in the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an interesting topic, but participants have different reactions on the issue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, the project is very much inspiring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How we’d wish that the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would be garbage-free!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, some say; how impossible would that be… there is always the problem on discipline and the system.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;On the government side, they are campaigning from the lowest local government units – up, for the implementation of the project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fairness, a mayor in Linamon, Lanao Del Norte had been awarded for having the cleanest municipality in the province.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been there myself during one of the DENR Secretary’s visits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their garbage was odorless!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They utilized everything… Well, I can say that with cooperation, encouragement and with the leaders’ initiatives, it can be done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5344208417471642205?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5344208417471642205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5344208417471642205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5344208417471642205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5344208417471642205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/zero-garbage.html' title='Zero Garbage?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SlMOwvA2LCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/y2rxMu1tZ8U/s72-c/basura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8882811734413861089</id><published>2009-07-04T13:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:42:31.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty pageant'/><title type='text'>"If You Can't Lick 'Em, Join 'Em"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sk7rOZlcTjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sHqeGg_MVvY/s1600-h/miss+phils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354475639608725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sk7rOZlcTjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sHqeGg_MVvY/s400/miss+phils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think it was on the 2nd quarter of this year when the search for Miss Philippines was held. For this, I think five winners were chosen to compete for the Miss Universe, Miss World, Miss International, etc. That time, it’s often advertised on TV, inviting ladies to join the beauty pageant. While watching the beautiful faces being flashed on screen, suddenly my son excitedly exclaimed, “Ma, why don’t you join that pageant?” I turned to him, thinking: “such a teaser...” But when I looked at him, he seemed serious. And before I could open my mouth to react, my daughter said, “Yes Ma, I agree.” Hubby loudly laughed. A bit irritated, I laughed with them. Then I explained them the rules of the contest. At least, my kids appreciate my beauty LOL! Praise the Lord... Wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8882811734413861089?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8882811734413861089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8882811734413861089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8882811734413861089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8882811734413861089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-cant-lick-em-join-em.html' title='&quot;If You Can&apos;t Lick &apos;Em, Join &apos;Em&quot;'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sk7rOZlcTjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sHqeGg_MVvY/s72-c/miss+phils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6097792349140004827</id><published>2009-06-29T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:27:36.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkhsXZUKJuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I8dBT0aSwGQ/s1600-h/PUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkhsXZUKJuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I8dBT0aSwGQ/s200/PUP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352647306318063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nose-to-nose!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;This is now the picture of one of the puppies born yesterday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Three are brown, one black and one white… So you see, I love puppies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d enjoy them more when they’re bigger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d open their mouths and  then hmm… I love the smell!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when they grow older and stop sucking the mother’s breasts, I wouldn’t do it anymore because it’s the milk (I guess) that makes the good smell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6097792349140004827?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6097792349140004827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6097792349140004827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6097792349140004827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6097792349140004827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-puppy.html' title='Cute Puppy'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkhsXZUKJuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I8dBT0aSwGQ/s72-c/PUP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5059401290678831295</id><published>2009-06-28T16:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:32:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  I Did It (Again and Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was about to rest (sleep) this afternoon after lunch when our pregnant dog was wailing, as if calling for help.   We knew she's due to deliver her puppies  about this time.    She was so noisy while waiting for her pups to come out.   I asked Lingling (the dog); "Is this your first time?"  My kids were cheering:  "C'mon Ling, you can do it!  Push!  Push!"  In just about 30 minutes, alas!  There goes one pup.  But I noticed that she doesn't know what to do because she did nothing.  Unlike our other dog, she ate that cellophane-like covering of the pup so it can breath.  I was already worried the pup would die so I bravely held &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;covering and tore it  - breathlessly, so I couldn't smell the blood and the sticky water (or else, I'll throw up).  Ew! Ew! Ew!  Whew... it's alive!  I immediately washed my hands and applied alcohol.   After a few minutes, there's another shiny thing behind her!    Still the dog did nothing, and so I did it again.  And again, and again... until there's five puppies in all!  I couldn't even remember how many times have I washed my hands already, because after I've led the pup to its mother's breast, I'd wash my hands.  Now, I'm starting to worry about the food supply, but my kids are so excited!  They even took a video on it.  So, I'll be giving them all after about two months from now.  Puppies, anyone?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkdhYGPFN_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/eN7lrxIvq2M/s1600-h/WetPuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkdhYGPFN_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/eN7lrxIvq2M/s320/WetPuppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352353748771747826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ctually, this is not the puppy I'm talking about, just a sample of how it looked &lt;/span&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5059401290678831295?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5059401290678831295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5059401290678831295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5059401290678831295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5059401290678831295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops-i-did-it-again-and-again.html' title='Oops!  I Did It (Again and Again)'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkdhYGPFN_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/eN7lrxIvq2M/s72-c/WetPuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8062435816271094532</id><published>2009-06-26T16:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:03:20.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>My Honeytweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSWGbgK8-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Pd061OTTqOs/s1600-h/HONEY-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSWGbgK8-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Pd061OTTqOs/s400/HONEY-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351567294429066210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my fav'rite photo of hers - she loves doing funny faces...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSVg_Or-TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wBLfDyWDqLs/s1600-h/HONEY-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSVg_Or-TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wBLfDyWDqLs/s400/HONEY-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351566651184380210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girl who can shoo away dad's bad mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkST8aGIIFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OC9NJyFp-nA/s1600-h/honey-spag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkST8aGIIFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OC9NJyFp-nA/s400/honey-spag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351564923229446226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She loves spaghetti too!  (Like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSTY1jvRrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6sPw4tj9Zvw/s1600-h/Mang2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSTY1jvRrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6sPw4tj9Zvw/s400/Mang2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351564312126113458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her favorite - swimming!  You have to stop her or she'll stay in the pool for 5 hrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my daughter, Shekinah Rio.   Shekinah means "glory of God" because we really wanted to honor God with this precious Gift.  Rio was taken from his dad's name Rioben.  I guess it's a sign of a submissive and a proud wife - as if telling people "this is our baby!"  LOL!  Anyways, people call her Honey or Honeytweet.  When I was pregnant with her, I didn't undergo an ultrasound examination because; 1) the doctor did not advise me to; 2) me and hubby liked to be surprised with the gender.  But we prayed for a girl because the older child is already a boy.   But deep inside me, I could feel it was a girl.  I was thinking; maybe it's a psychological effect because of my desire for a baby girl.  I loved the cartoon character Tweety Bird that time that I told my hubby if it's a girl, I shall name her Tweety.  Praise God, He granted our wish.  So, we started calling her Tweety.  But friends commented they don't like the name because it's like a bird.  But my parents, family and hubby's family calls her Tweety already.  But still, we decided to change her name to Honey.  My mom was confused LOL!   Finally, we thought it'd be best if we'll combine her old nickname with the new.   And the rest is history hehehe... I will be posting next time some reasons to glorify God for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8062435816271094532?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8062435816271094532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8062435816271094532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8062435816271094532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8062435816271094532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-honeytweet.html' title='My Honeytweet'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkSWGbgK8-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Pd061OTTqOs/s72-c/HONEY-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8666137451270385359</id><published>2009-06-25T12:23:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:38:43.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Puntod Friends</title><content type='html'>I guess we all have up to four groups of friends.  Me, I have friends from the church, neighborhood, office, hometown and those who belong to the "etc." group hehe.  For now, I will post about my friends in the neighborhood.  Actually, they are hubby's childhood friends.  He has shared to me how close they really were especially when they were young.  In fact, three couples were formed out of that group who eventually were married (after 10 years in relationship - since high school).  Other things he's shared was their childhood and youth activities, and also their "foolishness" before.  When I married the Puntod guy, I was thankful that they all were very warm to me and made me feel comfortable with the group.  I was kinda adopted member.  As years pass, some of them already went to live abroad.  But, yearly we have this sort of a reunion because they would always find time to spend vacation in the Philippines and they really try to gather the whole gang.  I'm also thankful that these friends respect our faith.  They're not offended when I and hubby don't drink... Following are some photos of our bonding moments.  I will be posting about my other group of friends next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMkhklAUQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GCZE4OTyC38/s1600-h/at+cagay-anon+rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMkhklAUQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GCZE4OTyC38/s400/at+cagay-anon+rest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351160941419450626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMk76AUV1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/m2C1aup7_uM/s1600-h/at+puntod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMk76AUV1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/m2C1aup7_uM/s400/at+puntod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351161393847752530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMlEopixTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4wrMoowK8Ks/s1600-h/cagay-anon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMlEopixTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4wrMoowK8Ks/s400/cagay-anon+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351161543807649074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMlQBIVm2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HZiqMP1PYRQ/s1600-h/jamming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMlQBIVm2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/HZiqMP1PYRQ/s400/jamming.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351161739357821794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMlclSXDHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/58o0X_EZ3Mg/s1600-h/PUNTOD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMlclSXDHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/58o0X_EZ3Mg/s400/PUNTOD.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351161955221965938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMloE028ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4WRmSN515gk/s1600-h/rafting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMloE028ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4WRmSN515gk/s400/rafting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351162152666722706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMly-ggKcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mTjMDRjluf0/s1600-h/tbx+rafting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMly-ggKcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mTjMDRjluf0/s400/tbx+rafting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351162339949291970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8666137451270385359?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8666137451270385359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8666137451270385359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8666137451270385359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8666137451270385359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/puntod-friends.html' title='Puntod Friends'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkMkhklAUQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GCZE4OTyC38/s72-c/at+cagay-anon+rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8624062360444773383</id><published>2009-06-23T23:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:43:54.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitious Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going on a vacation has always been on my list.  It’s just that expenses is always to be considered, especially I want to spend it outside the country.  Ambitious I may be, but I believe in blessings.  If given the opportunity, I’d like to bring my family to Melbourne, Australia because they have lots of nice sceneries worth visiting for and; spending vacation in a far country would be a great family adventure!  Oh, another thing to consider is the place to stay – the hotel.  Well, staying in a hotel’s not gonna be a problem since I just found out that there is this &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=40597&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fclk.atdmt.com%2F1Y1%2Fgo%2F157924578%2Fdirect%2F01%2F" rel="nofollow"&gt;Accor Hotels City Super Sale&lt;/a&gt;.  It may also interest you to know that hotel rates include 27 cities across 10 countries in Asia Pacific are being reduced in Accor's new "City Super Sale." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you’re planning to visit Bangkok, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, Hanoi, Manila, Mumbai, Sydney and Auckland, you surely would like to check this great sale.  Not only that, &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=40597&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fclk.atdmt.com%2F1Y1%2Fgo%2F157924578%2Fdirect%2F01%2F" rel="nofollow"&gt;Accor Hotels City Super Sale&lt;/a&gt;' coincides with record-low air fares across the Asia Pacific region, allowing travelers to enjoy some of the world's most exciting cities at bargain rates.  Since this sale is for a limited time only, I encourage you to plan your travel soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, why don’t you check this great sale now and take the step of planning your vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;map name="map3144"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Post?slot_id=40597&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fsocialspark" border="0" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=40597&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2Fdisclosure_badge_grey.png" style="border:0" usemap="#map3144" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;area href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=40597&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fclk.atdmt.com%2F1Y1%2Fgo%2F157924578%2Fdirect%2F01%2F" shape="rect" coords="0,0,206,45" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;area href="http://socialspark.com/code_of_ethics" shape="rect" coords="207,0,225,45" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8624062360444773383?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8624062360444773383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8624062360444773383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8624062360444773383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8624062360444773383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/ambitious-vacation.html' title='Ambitious Vacation?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8750267676592740345</id><published>2009-06-23T16:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:38:33.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>I'm a Creative Mom Blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkCgt5oa-cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eVJpJVzr_eA/s1600-h/creative-mom-blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkCgt5oa-cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eVJpJVzr_eA/s400/creative-mom-blogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350453067741067714" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I’m so happy I received another flattering award from my creative mom blogger friend herself - Love of &lt;a href="http://www.loveshaven.com/"&gt;Love’s Haven&lt;/a&gt;...Thanks pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the simple rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Take your award and put the logo on your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Link the person who awarded you. Remember each recipient of the award should acknowledge the person who honored them and go to &lt;a href="http://www.emotemylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom's Special Diary &lt;/a&gt; to copy and paste the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Put your own blog title and link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Nominate at least five deserving moms.  (Uh-oh, short… sorry Love, I only got a few blogmate-moms (for now)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.lalainesworld.com/"&gt;Lalaine’s World&lt;/a&gt;  2. &lt;a href="http://www.laureenmay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Words From My Heart&lt;/a&gt;  3. &lt;a href="http://www.thebeautifulfeetvietnam.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Beautiful Feet&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://www.indaycaballero.blogspot.com"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indaycaballero.blogspot.com/"&gt; Glimpse of a Widow’s Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the four deserving moms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Love&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Mayette&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Jeneath&lt;br /&gt;Nanay Inday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8750267676592740345?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8750267676592740345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8750267676592740345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8750267676592740345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8750267676592740345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-creative-mom-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a Creative Mom Blogger!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SkCgt5oa-cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eVJpJVzr_eA/s72-c/creative-mom-blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2389513427400034783</id><published>2009-06-22T17:18:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:34:13.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jollibee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>A Day at Jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sj9MwCj3sYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n-qy6jSCiPs/s1600-h/Jollibee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sj9MwCj3sYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n-qy6jSCiPs/s400/Jollibee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079270544191874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend I brought my kids to Jollibee-Limketkai.  I told them to occupy the vacant table and be seated while waiting for me.  While in queue, my son approached me and told me he wanted to help so he stood beside me.  When we got our orders, I noticed that a man was sitting at the front of my daughter (the same table), but he stood up when he noticed us approaching them.  Honey said the man wanted to know my son’s number and that he wanted to borrow my cellular phone which she was holding.  That, she was already afraid because she suspected the man had bad intention (to take the cellphone away).  Thank God he left as soon as he saw us.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I blamed Kent for leaving his sister alone.  I comforted Honey (who’s obviously still nervous) that, when she’s afraid she’ll just have to pray.   Kent said he’s also afraid that the man might just be hiding somewhere in the mall waiting for us.  I said “I pray that that man will be caught by a policeman.”   I was surprised (and blessed) with Honey’s answer:  “Me, I pray that he will have a good life so that he will not anymore do bad things to people.”  Uh, okay…yeah, she’s right…exactly!...Well, isn’t it a good attitude for a 9-year old girl?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sj9NF23_seI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o5aTc-KcKWs/s1600-h/HONEY-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sj9NF23_seI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/o5aTc-KcKWs/s400/HONEY-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079645364498914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Thessalonians 3:13 “But as for you, brethren, do not grow weary of doing good.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2389513427400034783?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2389513427400034783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2389513427400034783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2389513427400034783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2389513427400034783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-jollibee.html' title='A Day at Jollibee'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Sj9MwCj3sYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n-qy6jSCiPs/s72-c/Jollibee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7017039473828299824</id><published>2009-06-21T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:49:31.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus The Shepherd Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellowshipping'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today's another beautiful Sunday.  Why?  We're able to praise, worship and hear God's word with our brethren during the first sevice of the Jesus The Shepherd Church in it's own building at Balulang, Cagayan de Oro.  A historical event of the church!  And today is Father's Day in the Philippines (I just learned that other countries celebrate it to another month).  Pastor Raul delivered a very nice message not just for fathers but for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as we just moved in the building, we don't have airconditioning units yet so we used some electric fans because the place is hot.  But despite that, it did not hinder us to praise our God and to have fellowshipping.  As expected, we left the place two hours after the service LOL!  This is the time to mingle with our fellow believers.  I love fellowshipping time.  I also thanked God that despite the distance now, people still did come to church.  Well, we're still in the adjustment period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 133:1, "Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7017039473828299824?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7017039473828299824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7017039473828299824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7017039473828299824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7017039473828299824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-sunday.html' title='Beautiful Sunday'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7276943151703144250</id><published>2009-06-17T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:08:15.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My "Secret" Dream</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I blogged about how I forgot how many years me and hubby were married (funny)...  One of my supposedly "secret" dreams is to have a cruise with my hubby on one of our wedding anniversaries, or even without occasion, just a sort of bonding (besides, we both love to travel and have adventures).  Just like what our church pastor and his wife did last year during their 15th year anniversary.  Well, there’s nothing impossible with God.  I know, in His own perfect time, He will grant our wishes one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of cruise, there’s this upcoming &lt;a href="http://heatwavecelebritycruise.com/"&gt;Heatwave Celebrity Cruise&lt;/a&gt; which sails on January 7-11, 2010 from Miami, Florida to Cozumel, Mexico.  The experience will include live concerts, private receptions and singing around the piano with the stars.  Isn’t it exciting, guys?  Come and see all your favorite Motown Stars too!  I know it’s gonna be a wonderful experience… Oh, if only I’m in Miami, Florida, I’d gladly grab this rare, exciting opportunity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://affiliates.izea.com/event/v2/28324-2682-1957" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://affiliates.izea.com/event/v2/28324-2682-1957.jpg" alt="Heatwave Celebrity Cruise" title="Heatwave Celebrity Cruise" width="300" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7276943151703144250?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7276943151703144250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7276943151703144250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7276943151703144250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7276943151703144250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-days-ago-i-blogged-about-how-i.html' title='My &quot;Secret&quot; Dream'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1162127571137721893</id><published>2009-06-16T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:59:53.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Joke Time!</title><content type='html'>An officemate of mine shared her text message forwarded by her friend.  Hope this makes you smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preacher&lt;/strong&gt;  :  Brothers and sisters, we will be renovating our church building... For this, I'm encouraging you all to give your share for this project.   I request the organist to please play us a song.   As the music is playing, those who will give their share will stand up so the usherettes will just approach you, you don't have to come in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Organist&lt;/strong&gt;:  (Whispers) What shall I play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preacher&lt;/strong&gt;  :  (Whispered back)"Bayang Magiliw..." (National Anthem)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1162127571137721893?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1162127571137721893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1162127571137721893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1162127571137721893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1162127571137721893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/joke-time.html' title='Joke Time!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5114420984168407484</id><published>2009-06-13T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:18:10.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>Talk About Discipline</title><content type='html'>My daughter asked me to do their group assignment to be submitted tomorrow.  I gave in to the request because as the leader in the group, she’s responsible for the outcome of their report, and that made her anxious.  Besides, I found out that the assignment was not that easy for Grade 4 pupils.   While doing it (drawing the equator and lettering), I noticed that she and her brother were arguing.  Hmm…well, it’s just the chair; the girl wants to sit on it (near the TV) but her brother’s already seated there.  The girl reasoned, she just stood up to get something and there he goes.   I warned them.  Few minutes later, they’re quarelling again.  It’s the electric fan.  The older one set it towards his direction only.  For the second time I warned them; that when another argument comes, I will have to spank them.  They will just choose – with a belt or slipper.  In less than 10 minutes, they did quarrel!  Because of the electric fan and the chair again.  Without a word, I got my slipper and hit them both.   I told them already before that if they’d fight, both of them will receive a “reward.”  So they did a “duet” (cry) tonight and, they missed their favorite TV show because I sent them to bed immediately.  Hmm, discipline, discipline…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov. 13: 24 “He that spareth his ROD hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5114420984168407484?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5114420984168407484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5114420984168407484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5114420984168407484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5114420984168407484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-about-discipline.html' title='Talk About Discipline'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-771260388898641906</id><published>2009-06-13T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:35:32.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus The Shepherd Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balulang'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, De Luxe</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be our last Sunday service at De Luxe Hotel.  After a couple of years, we’re finally giving up the place starting the third Sunday of this month because, praise the Lord, we’re moving to our brand new Jesus The Shepherd Church building at Balulang, Cagayan de Oro City.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When we held our last and final practice at the hotel early this evening, we noticed that the place looked good, the chairs were covered white.  I jokingly commented; “If you’ve been doing this every time, we could have stayed in this hotel.”  But seriously, we’re happy and excited to use the blessing the Lord granted the church.  This evening was the last time the Music Ministers will be hauling the instruments from the center to the hotel.  It’s the last time that we’d ask the hotel personnel to reserve any of the first 2 rooms on the first floor (sometimes we’re declined of it).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if I’m not mistaken, we started the construction of this building around two years ago.  Finally, it’s useable already, although there are still some portions to be finished like the windows. We believe, the Lord will complete this soon.  With this, I am also calling the JTS people to relay the message to our brethren who were absent last week, for them to be informed of the transferring.  We're saying goodbye, De Luxe Hotel...and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;John 1:16, “From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-771260388898641906?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/771260388898641906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=771260388898641906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/771260388898641906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/771260388898641906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-de-luxe.html' title='Goodbye, De Luxe'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-9094742702452163832</id><published>2009-06-13T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:51:01.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bogie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>HA-HA-HA-HOW COULD I?</title><content type='html'>As Cagayanons say; "joker"(actually, they mean “funny”)... Last May (1st week) I posted about our wedding anniversary entitled "We're 13 Years Already."  While riding on a passenger jeep this morning, I was thinking about &lt;a href="http://www.bogieswonderland.com"&gt;Bogie’s&lt;/a&gt; exhortation during our prayer meeting;  how time flies…with the text “Be still and know that I am God.”  I was thinking; me and hubby are really getting older.  Our eldest son is already 13 years, and so on…13 years old!  Suddenly I remembered; we tied the knot in 1995!  It means, we’re married for 14 years already hahaha!  How could I forget this very significant event of my life?  Was it just due to over-occupied mind, or a demonstration of “how time flies”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isa 46:4 “Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-9094742702452163832?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/9094742702452163832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=9094742702452163832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9094742702452163832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9094742702452163832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-ha-ha-how-could-i.html' title='HA-HA-HA-HOW COULD I?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5405498145414482019</id><published>2009-06-11T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:26:59.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DENR'/><title type='text'>Environment Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SjC_leDMIiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F571KWpvQsk/s1600-h/envi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SjC_leDMIiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F571KWpvQsk/s400/envi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345983408131285538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SjC2umqaWkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CQ54xOqW8gI/s1600-h/NETTE2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SjC2umqaWkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CQ54xOqW8gI/s400/NETTE2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345973669457451586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month of June is Environment Month.  So, as employees of the Department of Environment and Natural Resources, we were all required to attend the program last Monday.  This time, we did not “escape” LOL!  Although the covered court is very hot, we patiently sat down (most of us bringing fans) until the end of the program.  This is also a time when some employees enjoy watching programs while others prefer being inside the air-conditioned office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I’d request my boss for me to stay inside to do my usual computer works, but that morning I felt I wanted to join the group outside.  Thank God, I enjoyed the program because t’was also sort of a variety show; some rendered song numbers (solo and duet) and one even did a Hawaiian dance (Pearly Shells).  Haha!  I remembered I have also danced that when I was in high school.  Until now, I could still memorize the steps, but of course, I wouldn’t dare do it again!  Never! not even in my imagination LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what’s noteworthy of activities like this is that you will be reminded and be thankful for God's wonderful creations and of course, a reminder for us that we should be good stewards of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof" (Ps. 24:1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5405498145414482019?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5405498145414482019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5405498145414482019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5405498145414482019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5405498145414482019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/environment-month.html' title='Environment Month'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SjC_leDMIiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F571KWpvQsk/s72-c/envi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1503282792532380305</id><published>2009-06-08T22:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:48:38.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMA-7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gretchen Baretto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>I was sewing my kids’ short pants tonight while watching TV.  I learned that there’s a new soap at GMA-7; “Adik Sa Iyo.”  The story started with one of the leading ladies having a dream.  While watching, I remembered some of my own dreams.  I’ll share to you one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One midnight, I woke up crying (as in, with sound!).  My hubby of course wondered what’s wrong.  I told him not to worry because I was only dreaming.  He asked me what the dream all about was.  I didn’t want to tell him at first.  But he kept on insisting, so I was forced to ‘reveal’ it:  My dad (who already passed away 20 years ago that time) was having an affair!  I was sooo depressed and sooo angry with the “other woman.”  Then I told him the ‘highlight’ of the story:  the other woman was Gretchen Baretto!  As in – the famous actress LOL! of all people… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Si0vGhGIiWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fpYgPkYOv7s/s1600-h/gretchen_barreto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Si0vGhGIiWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fpYgPkYOv7s/s400/gretchen_barreto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344980121768462690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my narration, my hubby laughed his heart out (me too), that we covered our mouths with the blanket because the surrounding was already very quiet.  Oh, what a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our mouths were filled with laughter.” – Psalm 126:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1503282792532380305?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1503282792532380305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1503282792532380305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1503282792532380305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1503282792532380305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Si0vGhGIiWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fpYgPkYOv7s/s72-c/gretchen_barreto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6238385863964139749</id><published>2009-06-07T22:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:57:25.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SivSsCeen4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/68vw9glCISc/s1600-h/051809_OneLovelyBlogAward%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SivSsCeen4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/68vw9glCISc/s400/051809_OneLovelyBlogAward%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344597036826009474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been receiving awards before but this is just my second time to grab because I didn't know then how to do it haha! Anyways, thanks to &lt;a href="http://loveshaven.com"&gt;Love of Love's Haven&lt;/a&gt; and Bogie of &lt;a href="http://www.bogieswonderland.com"&gt;Bogie's Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; for considering my site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link (I just did!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award. (Oh no, I'm sorry I can't make it to 15 hehe.  I'll see how many can I make, Ma'am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will be giving this award to my friends and other blogs whom I consider their site lovely also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neonila-aperfectwold.blogspot.com"&gt;Neonila of A Perfect World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jesustheshepherd.blogspot.com"&gt;JTS of Jesus The Shepherd Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janetluison.com"&gt;Janet of Expressions and Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imincultureshock.com"&gt;Aisha of I'm In Culture Shock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kokijar.blogspot.com"&gt;Koko of Koki Jar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lalainesworld.com"&gt;Lalaine of Lalaine's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebeautifulfeetvietnam.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeneath of The Beautiful Feet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theholleyherald.com"&gt;Mr. &amp; Mrs. Holley of The Holley Herald&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6238385863964139749?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6238385863964139749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6238385863964139749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6238385863964139749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6238385863964139749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovely-blog-award.html' title='Lovely Blog Award'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SivSsCeen4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/68vw9glCISc/s72-c/051809_OneLovelyBlogAward%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1336180794443584497</id><published>2009-06-01T11:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:15:26.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding singer'/><title type='text'>Wedding Songs &amp; My Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SiP7bR-036I/AAAAAAAAAGI/70xJeKculYs/s1600-h/bogies+wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SiP7bR-036I/AAAAAAAAAGI/70xJeKculYs/s400/bogies+wed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390029093494690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SiP7QCyu1xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZqDpjz1Gquc/s1600-h/Tbx+sings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SiP7QCyu1xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZqDpjz1Gquc/s400/Tbx+sings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389836037674770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laureenmay.blogspot.com"&gt;Mayette&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.laureenmay.blogspot.com"&gt;Words From My Heart&lt;/a&gt; gave me this Wedding Song meme (thanks mai).  This is quite simple as you will just have to choose your favorite wedding songs.  So here are my top 5 favorites.  Nos. 1-4 are often sung by my hubby (a wedding singer) on family members and friends' weddings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "I Will Be Here" - my hubby sung it during our Spiritual Wedding/Renewal of Vows a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;2. "My Treasure" - I like it when he sings this during bridal marches.&lt;br /&gt;3. "Love Will Be Our Home" - Every time this is sung, I'm deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;4. "Forevermore" - I'm more inlove with my hubby when he sings this on weddings!&lt;br /&gt;5. "Father We Commit To You" - the first time I heard the song was when &lt;a href="http://www.thebeautifulfeetvietnam.com"&gt;Jeneath&lt;/a&gt; of Beautiful Feet sang it on Mayette's wedding.  T'was nicely sang that I fell inlove with the song.&lt;br /&gt;Now,I'm tagging this to some friends whose partners are equally sweet and might be of help to their future weddings or renewal of vows... P.S. - You can hire my hubby too! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nizaborjal.blogspot.com"&gt;Aiza&lt;/a&gt; of Little Singkit&lt;br /&gt;- Koko of &lt;a href="http://www.kokijar.blospot.com"&gt;Kokijar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.loveshaven.com"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; of Love's Haven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1336180794443584497?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1336180794443584497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1336180794443584497' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1336180794443584497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1336180794443584497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/mayette-of-words-from-my-heart-gave-me.html' title='Wedding Songs &amp; My Hubby'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SiP7bR-036I/AAAAAAAAAGI/70xJeKculYs/s72-c/bogies+wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1888460212965381216</id><published>2009-06-01T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:18:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found It!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha!  As I posted "The Lost World," I immediately viewed it.  I was surprised that it's there already.  Oh c'mon...  I blame it on the net's server hehehe.  It appeared after 15 minutes from my log-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a lesson for me.  I will try exploring on the blog every now and then to learn more about blogging so that I won't panic when little troubles like this happens haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1888460212965381216?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1888460212965381216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1888460212965381216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1888460212965381216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1888460212965381216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-it.html' title='I Found It!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1931625978617931848</id><published>2009-06-01T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:11:14.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost World</title><content type='html'>I slept early last night due to headache.  At first I was worried what might be the cause.  But I realized, maybe it's just due to lack of sleep, because I was so busy last Saturday night.  Thank God, I'm okey, indeed I just need to sleep.  Though I was also planning to browse and make updates on the blogs, I did not give  in to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I excitedly opened my blog this morning, usually I check on the "Hello World" first, but to my dismay, it's not there anymore.  Whoa!  What happened?  I think I need the help of my good friend Bogie - one of my tutors.  Calling, calling &lt;a href="http://www.bogieswonderland.com"&gt;Bogie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1931625978617931848?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1931625978617931848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1931625978617931848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1931625978617931848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1931625978617931848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-world.html' title='The Lost World'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4121105707906361056</id><published>2009-05-27T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:52:06.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Remembering My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Shy42VQCLyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hhUGE33oaog/s1600-h/CORTES-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Shy42VQCLyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hhUGE33oaog/s400/CORTES-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340346501711408930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken when my parents were into family planning yet LOL!  I remember my mom telling me that at first they thought I would be the last one (youngest child) in the family.  But since I insisted I wanted a baby sister or a brother, that’s why they added not just one, but two younger siblings for me to enjoy hehehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it a lot when people tells me I look like my dad because I was a papa’s girl.  I loved going out with him (in the market, barber shop, movies, etc).  He’s also very lenient towards me.  I don't remember him spanking me and that made me compare him from my mom who's very strict hehe.  In fairness, I'm thankful for her being a disciplinarian because we really learned a lot from her.  I couldn't imagine what kind of attitude we must have if my mom is as lenient as my dad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the only thing I hated with my dad was, when he comes home very drunk.  One day his boss drove him home sleeping in his car.  I sighed thinking how drunk he must have been.  But we were just surprised that his boss (a doctor) made a U-turn because he only informed the family of my dad's situation:  he had high blood pressure.  They proceeded to the hospital.  Though he discharged from the hospital after that, but his health had never been the same.  His last hospitalization lasted for three weeks, then he passed away.  I still miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mat. 19:19 "Honour thy father and thy mother: and, thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4121105707906361056?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4121105707906361056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4121105707906361056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4121105707906361056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4121105707906361056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering-my-dad.html' title='Remembering My Dad'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Shy42VQCLyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hhUGE33oaog/s72-c/CORTES-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6496687858450788525</id><published>2009-05-24T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:49:36.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dear Friend's Bithday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Shk0SFanbNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbA9GDad1Sg/s1600-h/laureen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Shk0SFanbNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbA9GDad1Sg/s400/laureen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339356318520536274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my friend’s birthday!  So sad, I posted late already because of the same conflict I often blog about hehe.  Anyway, it’s not yet too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a person who can express my thoughts and heart more in writing and action than in words.  So now, I take this opportunity to tell Mayette how thankful I am to the Lord for having her as my friend.  I consider her one of the best friends I have (though we very seldom have bonding or outing together).  She’s one whom I can truly trust when it comes to some personal matters.  I can pour out my heart to her because she’s also a very good adviser.  She’s frank and a very honest critic hehehe.  But I truly appreciate her for being one.  You will learn a lot from her even in fashions LOL!  When persons misinterpret her, I come to the defense (sometimes without her knowledge).  I just love this friend... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAI!  My prayers are with you.  God bless you more abundantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6496687858450788525?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6496687858450788525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6496687858450788525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6496687858450788525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6496687858450788525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-friends-bithday.html' title='A Dear Friend&apos;s Bithday'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/Shk0SFanbNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbA9GDad1Sg/s72-c/laureen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1473153166437703728</id><published>2009-05-21T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:39:25.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Oh, Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/ShTVIyjJAqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3rJQ1v9KpPI/s1600-h/Mak2nManoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/ShTVIyjJAqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3rJQ1v9KpPI/s400/Mak2nManoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338125805325714082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my 'palangga' brothers (Mariano &amp; Mark).  During Mark's birthday 2 weeks ago, we retold some funny experiences we had when we were kids.  We often do this 'recalling' everytime we (siblings) gather (we seldom see each other anymore). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was enrolling for kindergarten at St. Mary's College in Iligan City, he was to undergo sort of entrance exam.  The nun asked him some questions for the Oral Exam like what's his name, address, age, etc.  When he was asked:  "What's the name of your father?"  Mark (doing the sign of the cross):  "In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, amen..."  He was admitted to the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1473153166437703728?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1473153166437703728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1473153166437703728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1473153166437703728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1473153166437703728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-brother.html' title='Oh, Brother!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/ShTVIyjJAqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3rJQ1v9KpPI/s72-c/Mak2nManoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1276156832912802510</id><published>2009-05-19T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:42:38.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hole-in-the-wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in-laws'/><title type='text'>Hole-in-the-Wall</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law is fond of parties (aside of course from chatting on the net).  I just couldn't advise her to come early because, as my hubby says, she's old enough to be responsible for herself.  But I treat my in-laws as my own - but sadly, they're insensitive to my cares, or worse, misinterprets me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my hubby came home past 1:00 AM from his night duty.  We talked for a while, I told him his sis is not yet home. I guess we slept around 2:00 already. But when I woke up around 6:00AM, I went to the living room for my quiet time (as all were still sleeping).  After praying, I checked on my kids' room, and found my sis-in-law already sleeping in the room!  But the main and back doors were still close.  We all wondered how she entered the house.  The family discussed (and analyzed things hehe) while having breakfast.  Until my hubby suggested to ask her personally and stop the guessing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she woke up, my hubby himself asked her.  She answered; how thankful she is that she's so slim that she fitted in the hole in the wall!  Ewww... Our dogs kept on scratching part of our wall that resulted to a hole big enough for them to enter in the house.  The following day, she borrowed a cellphone and sent me a message that she'll be coming home and requested me to lock the door the way she can still open it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1276156832912802510?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1276156832912802510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1276156832912802510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1276156832912802510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1276156832912802510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/hole-in-wall.html' title='Hole-in-the-Wall'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5916255585401691309</id><published>2009-05-18T09:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:07:39.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saxophone'/><title type='text'>My Mom Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/ShDPcnEyBBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k2pbOelg6zk/s1600-h/Mama+Rocks!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/ShDPcnEyBBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k2pbOelg6zk/s400/Mama+Rocks!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336993648866362386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's her name (Raquel).  This pic was taken during my niece's birthday party.  Playing saxophone is one of her hobbies.  She was a band member during her college years.  We never thought that after decades, she still knows how to play it.  One weekend my family visited her.  We were surprised to see her playing the tune "Matud Nila," a very popular Visayan song.  She told me she bought the instrument because she really missed playing with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever somebody celebrates his/her birthday, she would play the world's most popular song "Happy Birthday" very early in the morning.  The neighbors would then wonder who's celebrating the birthday.  I'm so blessed with her doing this thing because she also offers special number for the Lord in their church.  During some parties (she's a member of some organizations too), she's also being requested to present a number or two, in which she would gladly give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my Mom Rocks!  I'm proud of her and I bless and thank God for giving her that talent.  To Him be the glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5916255585401691309?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5916255585401691309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5916255585401691309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5916255585401691309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5916255585401691309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-rocks.html' title='My Mom Rocks!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/ShDPcnEyBBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k2pbOelg6zk/s72-c/Mama+Rocks!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8057254825539606644</id><published>2009-05-12T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:15:41.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Huhuhu I Bought An Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>My son was going to school at 1:00 p.m.  When I checked my purse, I found out that I don't have coins or a little amount of bill to give him for his allowance.  I kidded him to buy one gallon ice cream (so that I will have the change from my whole bill).  But what's in my mind was one bar of laundry soap.  He excitedly smiled.  I told him I was only joking.  He said, "ah, half-gallon?"  I shook my head.  He said, "ah, the smaller one?"  This time I was already a bit bothered, I didn't want to disappoint him because I saw how excited he was already.  I finally agreed.  Huhuhu I thought I can only spend about P20.00 but I spent P95 for Magnolia ice cream.  Oh, mothers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8057254825539606644?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8057254825539606644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8057254825539606644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8057254825539606644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8057254825539606644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/huhuhu-i-bought-ice-cream.html' title='Huhuhu I Bought An Ice Cream'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-9074553061564215107</id><published>2009-05-11T17:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:53:55.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconut shell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spartan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellophane'/><title type='text'>A Lesson From The Flip-Flops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAza5pBfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XuS86NfwMRI/s1600-h/slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAza5pBfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XuS86NfwMRI/s320/slippers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514642014766578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAkgEgWsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NlDwsfMdNM8/s1600-h/coconut+shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAkgEgWsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NlDwsfMdNM8/s320/coconut+shell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514385704475330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAdIBdVqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XYabp8scLKY/s1600-h/cellophane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAdIBdVqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XYabp8scLKY/s320/cellophane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514258990159522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAXYeB8HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hk8qmQHyO40/s1600-h/can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAXYeB8HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hk8qmQHyO40/s320/can.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334514160325750898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was maybe around 8 years old, my father bought me a new pair of yellow Spartan slippers.  Yehey! Hmmm smells good!  The following day, I saw that it's a bit soiled though it still smelled good.  I took a knife and sliced it so it looked useless already, so that my father will buy another one.  When I showed it to him he was so mad (unexpectedly)!  He told me that it's so obvious that I intentionally cut it, so he won't buy me another pair of slippers.  I didn't believe him.  But the following day, still no slippers was given to me.  I sat on the stairs watching my friends playing outside, running here and there.  I envied of how much they're having fun that I almost cried.  Of course, I won't join them without slippers because there are many very tiny worms on the ground (as what my mom told me), and I can't take the roughness of the ground.  Aha! I got an idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy #1 - Tin cans. I dented it to fit my feet.  Ops, it didn't work.  #2 - Cellophane.  I wrapped my feet with it and locked it with rubber bands.  Ouch! The ground is so rough.  Then I tried #3 - Coconut shells.  I put ropes on the holes.  Yes! it worked.  I was able to go near my friends.  But it was only for a moment because the ropes hurt the spaces between my big toes and the second.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged my father to buy me another pair of slippers with all the tears and promises that I won't do it again.  The following day, he handed me another good-smelling red Spartan slippers.  Thank God! I'd always prefer using it.  Have you tried one of my strategies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-9074553061564215107?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/9074553061564215107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=9074553061564215107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9074553061564215107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9074553061564215107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/flip-flops.html' title='A Lesson From The Flip-Flops'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SggAza5pBfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XuS86NfwMRI/s72-c/slippers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-939660158291551853</id><published>2009-05-11T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:49:52.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many?</title><content type='html'>During yesterday's Mother's Day celebration, I recalled some of my mother's memorable experiences.  Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her co-teacher in the elementary school in the '70s who was always assigned to do the counting during calisthenics (after the flag ceremony) was asked to segregate the famous 'nutribun' to be delivered to the classrooms.  Before that, She would transfer the bread from the sacks to big trays to check the quantity.  When she was almost done with the first sack, she returned the buns back to the sack.  The co-teacher wondered why.  Here's how she counted:  one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, one, two....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-939660158291551853?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/939660158291551853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=939660158291551853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/939660158291551853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/939660158291551853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-many.html' title='How Many?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3070159440671912193</id><published>2009-05-10T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:00:03.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiza'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgbQ39bzeJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0WmG7h8sG8I/s1600-h/blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgbQ39bzeJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0WmG7h8sG8I/s400/blog.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334180468469495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this award from and Love of Lalaine's World and from Aiza as Little Singkit. Thanks for the award, Love &amp; Aiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Take your award here.&lt;br /&gt;2.Put the logo on your post.&lt;br /&gt;3.Link the person who award you.&lt;br /&gt;4.nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;5.Add links to those blogs of yours.&lt;br /&gt;6.Leave a message for your nominees on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm passing this award to my blogger-friends...Happy Blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3070159440671912193?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3070159440671912193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3070159440671912193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3070159440671912193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3070159440671912193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-this-award-from-and-love-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgbQ39bzeJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0WmG7h8sG8I/s72-c/blog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3141659452563420502</id><published>2009-05-09T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:50:24.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lechon'/><title type='text'>Summer Is It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgVpxoNcAfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5xHl5hTGg3k/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgVpxoNcAfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5xHl5hTGg3k/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333785635018506738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Indeed, we can feel the summer heat now.  But, there are some places in the Philippines being hit by a storm.  Thank God, it didn't reach Cagayan de Oro. We just find some solutions/remedies to fight the heat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Iligan City (where my family is), when we feel hot, we would often say; how nice is it to go to Timoga.  And sometimes, we do go there just to be refreshed.  Aside from the very cold spring waters in the pools, you will find the place very nice, you will really appreciate the nature, and be amazed by God's creations.  Outside, there are lots of lechons - mmm...so yummy! And, take note, it's less expensive compared to Cagayan de Oro's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good place for nature lovers.  I also would recommend this place for family outing and swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3141659452563420502?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3141659452563420502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3141659452563420502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3141659452563420502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3141659452563420502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-is-it.html' title='Summer Is It!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgVpxoNcAfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5xHl5hTGg3k/s72-c/DSC00103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-9041545742728340838</id><published>2009-05-08T06:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:35:23.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mangima'/><title type='text'>Our Mangima Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNe4iMfw4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EynXJzk7b0E/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNe4iMfw4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EynXJzk7b0E/s200/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333210709081703298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNewI9pfkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N6qnpKKy4mg/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNewI9pfkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N6qnpKKy4mg/s200/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333210564869586498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNenbySApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4DTrBTDt6tQ/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNenbySApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4DTrBTDt6tQ/s200/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333210415303361170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNehc8yv-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ux_5k3E6Bfc/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNehc8yv-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ux_5k3E6Bfc/s200/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333210312536670178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNeaDsNkTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dUtHvec87GM/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNeaDsNkTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dUtHvec87GM/s200/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333210185497153842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNeFhN5nvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fWr8nDODwo0/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNeFhN5nvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fWr8nDODwo0/s200/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333209832645828338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our family's first Mangima Adventure (Mangima, Bukidnon) last month.  My hubby was hired to sing on a Sunday afternoon to invite customers.  They have new management now.  My hubby agreed but requested that he'd bring the whole family for us to also enjoy the place.  We travelled around one hour because of the road repairs, but when we got there, we forgot how tired we were because of the beautiful, quiet place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager gave us some orientation about the place; that Mangima Adventure Challenge is being held every month of June, they have some animals now because they will eventually make it a zoo.  Aside from that, they have four swimming pools and cottages (very affordable).  Entrance fee is only P20 or P30 for adults and less P10 for children.  This is an ideal place for family and friends whose planning for an outing and an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-9041545742728340838?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/9041545742728340838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=9041545742728340838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9041545742728340838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9041545742728340838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-mangima-adventure.html' title='Our Mangima Adventure'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgNe4iMfw4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EynXJzk7b0E/s72-c/DSC00222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7221853047556517803</id><published>2009-05-07T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:39:14.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ukay-ukay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>The "Ukay-ukay" and the Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgKP3MHdgkI/AAAAAAAAADo/UVqSuZM7OcI/s1600-h/ABCD0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgKP3MHdgkI/AAAAAAAAADo/UVqSuZM7OcI/s200/ABCD0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332983087068185154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday an "Ukay-ukay" vendor comes to our office with two sacks or bags of assorted clothings.  I picked one blouse because I was attracted with the color and glittering design.  I recommended it to my officemate because it's nice but too small for me.  She commented that it's nice to wear glittering clothes.  I told her to match it with glittering shoes.  We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told her of a story my mom once told me.  In the '70s, her two sisters came home late at night from a party.  They wore gowns and glittering shoes.  Since that time there were no taxis or "tri-sikads" yet, they just walked from the national highway to their home, about 100 meters away.  Unknowingly, there was a dog not far from them.  Maybe attracted by their shoes it ran towards them!  The two ladies then ran as fast as they could (despite the high heels)!  They blamed the shoes for the incident and promised to remove them the next time they'd come home late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7221853047556517803?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7221853047556517803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7221853047556517803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7221853047556517803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7221853047556517803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/ukay-ukay-and-shoes.html' title='The &quot;Ukay-ukay&quot; and the Shoes'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgKP3MHdgkI/AAAAAAAAADo/UVqSuZM7OcI/s72-c/ABCD0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1445335492912396241</id><published>2009-05-07T14:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:38:48.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorbetes ice cream'/><title type='text'>We're 13 Years Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgJ_z1Ht90I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d9o__t5WOvw/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgJ_z1Ht90I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d9o__t5WOvw/s200/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332965437169596226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgJ-3PWAbdI/AAAAAAAAADI/KLi3Gc4LZDo/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgJ-3PWAbdI/AAAAAAAAADI/KLi3Gc4LZDo/s200/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332964396236828114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're 13 years already and going strong (by God's grace)! I owe it all to God. Our marriage has gone through some ups and downs but God has been faithful and will always be faithful to us. Glory to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't actually plan how we'd celebrate our anniversary, considering our finances... We just waited upon what the Lord might do. For us, having a meal with the whole family will be alright. My kids didn't remember what date yesterday. Surely, if they did, I know we'll receive some self-made cards, or whatever they could give to us (just like before). Around 6:00 p.m., a familiar voice outside called me. A friend of mine greeted me while opening her wallet. She gave me an amount as payment for her months long due. Halleluiah! I was really surprised, I didn't expect her to pay it anymore, but God is great! He is really an awesome God. So we did have a simple yet yummy anniversary dinner (Singaporean-type) and had Sorbetes ice cream as a dessert. Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1445335492912396241?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1445335492912396241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1445335492912396241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1445335492912396241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1445335492912396241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-13-years-already-and-going-strong.html' title='We&apos;re 13 Years Already!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SgJ_z1Ht90I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d9o__t5WOvw/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-256784750680557112</id><published>2009-05-06T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:53:19.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Touching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My son is into summer class for Math at the Southern de Oro Phillipines College.  Oftentimes I remind him (and my daughter) to be serious with their studies.  Now that he's into it, I begged him to study harder,  &lt;/span&gt;and to try his best because the money to pay his tuition is not that easy to find, etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, my officemate told me he's outside (peeping at the door).  I asked him what does he wanted (I was expecting his usual response - additional money for snacks or for fare back home), and why did he come to me at 3:00 p.m. when he's supposed to be dismissed from class at 4:00.  He answered; I need to pay even a partial of his tuition fee.  I was surprised and I told him to promise his teacher that we'd pay tomorrow, instead.  He insisted; NOW, or else he could not take the exam tomorrow.  I told him he should have informed me earlier or yesterday for me to have prepared the cash.  He answered:  "I really wanted to, Ma, but when I saw your face last night you looked so pitiful, you were pondering and I just couldn't tell you the problem."  Thank God, it's been solved.  But, I learned a lesson; regarding the electric bills, etc. (which are parents' concerns) should not be shared with my children.  A "little" reminder about cooperation will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-256784750680557112?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/256784750680557112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=256784750680557112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/256784750680557112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/256784750680557112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-touching.html' title='How Touching'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2598363419518877625</id><published>2009-05-04T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:44:04.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flag Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every Monday is our office's convocation for flag ceremony.  Program starts with the singing of our national anthem and ends with a closing prayer.  We're all required to attend the program at exactly 8:00 a.m.  But when I arrived the office, it was already 8:02.  I was alone and I've decided not to attend anymore, anyway, I have lots of things to do.  Later on, one-by-one my officemates arrived (also absent in the program).  We agreed to just stay inside until the end of the convocation.  What worries us was that our chief might scold us when she discovers that more than half of her staff were just inside.  So, we listened outside for a while, waiting for the closing prayer.  She has her own entrance/exit on the right side of the building.  As soon as we heard the music (after the prayer), we all hurriedly ran outside (going the left side), just in time that our chief entered her room.  When she went to the office, she thought that all of us attended the program because she didn't see anyone on their desk.  Then slowly, one-by-one again, we entered the room as if nothing happened.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2598363419518877625?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2598363419518877625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2598363419518877625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2598363419518877625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2598363419518877625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/flag-ceremony.html' title='The Flag Ceremony'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-864569856764182367</id><published>2009-05-04T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:30:08.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Collection'/><title type='text'>My Thoughtful Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday evening, I noticed that my kids were very busy; borrowing my scotch tape, scissors, and asking for the extra gift wrapper.  I didn't wonder that much because they usually do it because I guess one of their favorite subjects is Art.  Until it was already very late (around 11:00 P.M.), I asked them what were they doing.  They said they were wrapping their birthday gifts for their Ate Aiza which was on May 2.  Maybe they were bothered that they haven't given a gift to her on that very special day. I panicked a bit, because they didn't ask for money to buy something.  What did they wrap?  When I checked, the gifts were already on the table.  When I asked the boy what's inside it, he said it's the two bibles (small, blue, given by the Gideons), while the girl said she'd just give her red wallet to her because anyway she didn't use it anymore.  It was a Christmas gift to her last year!  I asked them not give them (with all the explanations why).  They refused, until I told them I will look for something new to give to Aiza.  When I checked my drawer, thank God I have extra Personal Collection bottles of baby cologne, a soap, etc.  I picked the deodorant because she's not a baby anymore (for the cologne).  They were so excited as they wrapped it.  Aside from that, my little Honey made a "love letter" for her too.  They really love their Ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm so blessed to have very thoughtful and loving children.  Birthdays are really big deal to them.  Now that my son's birthday is coming (May 29), I am already into planning how to make it special for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-864569856764182367?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/864569856764182367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=864569856764182367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/864569856764182367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/864569856764182367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thoughtful-kids.html' title='My Thoughtful Kids'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1431338573608480193</id><published>2009-05-04T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:38:35.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yes! I'm alive...My blog is alive!  My friends teased me for not updating my blog for one month to be exact.  I've explained them though, that I can't make it at home because my sister-in-law is always "on guard" in the computer from 9:00 A.M. to 2:00 A.M. at most.  Kaya n'yo yan?  While in the office also, people would use the computer every now and then.  Let's see when I got a laptop (hehehe God-willing).  Now, I really find time to update.  I've missed blogging.  Had lots of special things and events to write the past month.  But anyway, I will still post some of it...Today, I'm so excited to see the flags already "running" haha!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just wonder; would my one post for April affect my qualification for my applications...?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1431338573608480193?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1431338573608480193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1431338573608480193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1431338573608480193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1431338573608480193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3801166157131595797</id><published>2009-05-04T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:12:46.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indeed, one of the hardest words to say is "goodbye."  Last week, we said goodbye to my officemate who resigned to give way for her family.  Part of her speech was; she really would love to focus her time to her family which is so precious to her.  Everybody was obliged to say our parts too.  On my short message, I told her not to put her family her number one priority.  But, to put God in the center of her life, and so on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last April (this year) also, one of our lawyers resigned and transferred to another office.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everytime I say my "goodbyes" and "God bless-es", there's this sad part in my heart.  Though they say they're just in the same city, but the thought of not seeing them often is different.  Friends come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just today, I may not be saying "goodbye" literally (again), but I felt really sad that I texted my pastor that I'm feeling bad.  Another sister informed me that their family will not be fellowshipping with us anymore.  Her husband wanted to attend to another church near their house.  And because of that, as a wife, she will just follow him.  My tears almost fell.  I sincerely will miss them.  God bless them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3801166157131595797?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3801166157131595797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3801166157131595797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3801166157131595797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3801166157131595797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-goodbye.html' title='Another Goodbye?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1103441419954134777</id><published>2009-04-03T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:36:48.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, I was tasked by my Head Pastor to share/exhort for a surprise wedding anniversary celebration (25th).  Surprise because the couple didn't know about the party hosted by their three children.  We waited for two hours (the disadvantage for surprise arrangements).  The highlight would be that their son who's working in Manila and whom they haven't seen for eight months will be present.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their "drama" was; their son called up thru his sister's cellphone.  The sister then put the microphone on the speaker of the phone.  As their son greeted them (his voice came out from the karaoke - because he was using a wireless mic), the mother answered back crying hard.  She told her son how much she misses him and that she wanted to embrace him before he'll travel to Singapore where he will be assigned for work.  Suddenly, their son appeared!  Much to the surprise of the mother.  I guess their father knew about it.  The mother was literally shouting and jumping for joy and surprise.  As we watched them, my tears ran on my cheeks but I was laughing because of the mother's reaction.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told my husband how would I feel then when my son and daughter grow up and work in a far place (or country).  I could relate to the feelings of the parents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1103441419954134777?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1103441419954134777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1103441419954134777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1103441419954134777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1103441419954134777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-party.html' title='The Surprise Party'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4010117874932219672</id><published>2009-03-18T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:13:53.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanyo'/><title type='text'>Sanyo Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and two of my officemates left a little later than the usual sked.  We had some stories to tell each other.  I shared about my experience when I was yet working with Sanyo Philippines.  Here's my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scheduled two white lines (refrigeration and airconditioning) technicians to a service call in Baungon, Bukidnon (about an hour or more away from the Cagayan de Oro City). When they reached the area, they looked for the house of the customer.  When they finally found her, one of them introduced themselves by saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nang, nia mi kay kadtong inyong complaint sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rep&lt;/span&gt; (We're here for your complaint regarding your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ref&lt;/span&gt;(rigerator)."  The woman replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir, mao gyud nang nilayas akong anak kay gipasanginlan nga nang-rape&lt;/span&gt; (Sir, that's the reason my son left our place - because he was accused of raping somebody")! I advised them that from then on they have to be careful, they should pronounce words properly... before our customers could have heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4010117874932219672?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4010117874932219672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4010117874932219672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4010117874932219672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4010117874932219672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/sanyo-memory.html' title='Sanyo Memory'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4900610000647005192</id><published>2009-03-18T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:38:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yucky Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was riding on a 'tri-sikad' yesterday heading for my office. I noticed some men working on the road under repair. They had this big hose sucking mud they've dug down under. The big hose was placed on the center of the road that when the black waters were released, the road looked so yucky! Suddenly, a vehicle was coming toward our direction. It went so fast that when it hit the mud it splashed right to us (driver and me)! The 'sikad' driver was so angry he had 'tongues' LOL. I was shocked and speechless. I was angry but I thought, there's nothing we can do. The jeepney driver may even didn't know what happened, the men working never noticed the incident. So I told the 'sikad' driver to go back to my house because my pants, feet, blouse were muddy-wet with a little dot on my face. EW! My son said I looked like Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo because of the 'mole'. So, I took my second bath for that day and, I was very late in coming to the office. Charge to experience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4900610000647005192?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4900610000647005192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4900610000647005192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4900610000647005192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4900610000647005192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/yucky-experience.html' title='A Yucky Experience'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7282232963403470276</id><published>2009-03-18T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:36:31.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire Victim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I go home for lunchbreak, I usually take a nap. Twenty or fifteen minutes will recharge me and keeps me active for the whole afternoon's work in the office. Yesterday, I laid on our settee in the living room because my hubby was doing his things on the guitar in our bedroom. It was around 12:45 when my son called me to see from the window a thick, black smoke. Suddenly, my hubby and all the people in our house made me aware that there's fire! I was not mindful of the news. Instead, I continued closing my eyes and trying to sleep. But, it was already 1:00 and I still haven't taken a nap so I arose and changed, ready for office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby told my son to ask his mother the details of the fire (location, etc.). When my mother-in-law went upstairs, the voice on the radio just mentioned the name of our cousin. They were one of the victims of the fire! I was then leaving for office. I was really surprised! But what I could do that time was to pray for them and called her and checked how they were doing. How I pitied them. The wife was discharged from the hospital for an operation last Saturday, and on Tuesday, another bad thing happened. These are all just trials on them, I know. My prayer was that God would strengthen them and not be discouraged, God to bless them and that the things lost will be provided back to them. (Rom. 8:28, "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love the Lord.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7282232963403470276?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7282232963403470276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7282232963403470276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7282232963403470276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7282232963403470276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-victim.html' title='The Fire Victim'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8253235100825320501</id><published>2009-03-14T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:34:43.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Permit's Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praise the Lord!  We're almost done with our building permit application.  All papers (requirements) were submitted yesterday.  Was informed that by Monday to Wednesday, an inspection on the lot will be scheduled.  After that, the much, much needed permit will be issued to us.  But again, for the last time a payment will be made, more or less P1,000.  I thought we will be able to finish the processing for three days but it would take a week.  But  it's okay.  I'm thankful to God that I feel less burdened now with this issue.  It's almost done!  Halleluiah... As of now, we will continue praying and praying for this and for the continuation of our house construction, lifting up everything to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8253235100825320501?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8253235100825320501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8253235100825320501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8253235100825320501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8253235100825320501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-permits-update.html' title='Our Permit&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2909572319282099320</id><published>2009-03-14T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:25:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Weak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During our prayer meeting last night, we were asked who has prayer requests.  I was one of those who raised their hands.  My concern was my health.  I noticed that these past few days, I feel weak.  I thought, what happened?  Am I getting old?  Hmm, not really, I guess.  Or maybe I just need vitamins (I don't take one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before sleeping (after praying), I evaluated myself (what really makes me weak)?  That; at the start of day (for weekdays):  quiet time (daily), household chores, office works, ministry time (if any), on Saturdays would be a combination of family time (with household chores) and ministry.  Of course, Sundays will be fellowshipping with the Lord and rest in the afternoon!  But I realize that there are times when my time management is being disturbed by an invited circumstances.  I hate it when my boss asks me to wait for her after office hours because she doesn't like to go inside the office after her aerobics class in the covered court and nobody's there.  The result?  Yesterday, me and hubby rushed for our prayer meeting because I was already sent a message that we're almost starting.  Last Monday, I was not able to join our Mentoring Group in the church because she told me to canvass at some makers of table signs and I had to give her my report the morning of the following day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week also, we're busy processing our building permit (as I've blogged last time).  It really pressured me (talk about the fees, the other requirements, etc.).  Thank God I was able to hire a very patient and good friend to do the processing for us.  Another thing is that, my brother is having problem with his wife's health (I'll blog about it next time).  He keeps on texting me about it until this time.  My office works were always interrupted with my sending and receiving text messages.  My, that was a heavy week (physically and mentally).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partial findings:  I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Vitamins&lt;br /&gt;2.  Prayer for peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;3.  Prayer that my time (as I scheduled it) will not be interrupted by my boss&lt;br /&gt;4.  To rearrange my time (with the Lord's help) to accommodate some equally important (but not regular) things to do&lt;br /&gt;5.  Prayers and more prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that pressures can also weaken us physically... When I woke up this morning, I felt recharged.  Thanks to my brethren's prayers.  I've spent longer quiet time with my Lord.  I've scheduled my 'mission' for the day.  One will be visiting a sister who just got discharged from the hospital... Starting today, my needs mentioned above will be highly considered - for me to have that strength I badly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2909572319282099320?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2909572319282099320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2909572319282099320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2909572319282099320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2909572319282099320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-am-i-weak.html' title='Why Am I Weak?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-52434048546325018</id><published>2009-03-14T07:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:22:11.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria&apos;s Secret'/><title type='text'>Match As Deodorizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When nature calls and I'm in the office, "Oh, no!"  I'd really try not to do 'it' because I'm so conscious if somebody will use the restroom immediately after me, especially if it's my boss.   When she'd knock at the door, we will panic and hurries to go out.  So, if ever I just couldn't hold it, I'd just grab my small bottle of Victoria's Secret and spray at least thrice after flushing the bowl in order to deodorize the room.  One time my boss commented how fragrant the restroom was, after I used it.  I just smiled, and my officemates were smiling at me too (they knew why).  Everytime I'd hold my perfume while going to the 'room', they'd sometimes tell me, "Ops! We know what you're going to do."  I'd just signal them to be quiet.  Yes, I'd sacrifice my expensive perfume for that.  Actually, the name bears it, 'Secret.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One time, the one sitting next to my table approached me.  She advised me that instead of using my perfume, I will use a match.  That, three sticks will shoo away the bad smell.  I asked her where she got the idea.  Her sister works with a famous beauty product in the US.  She was the one who gave her the tip.  Indeed it works!  Try it too.  Now, I can only use my Victoria's Secret when we run out of matches LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-52434048546325018?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/52434048546325018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=52434048546325018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/52434048546325018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/52434048546325018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/match-as-deodorizer.html' title='Match As Deodorizer'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2751759801526097358</id><published>2009-03-09T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:50:01.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How time flies.  It's already March - marching time, as they say...  When my family in Iligan City asked me why we did not bring along our kids, I explained:  Well, they are both busy doing their school projects and assignments because school year is ending, it's the fourth grading period.  Besides, the younger one is fighting for first honors while the older is fighting for 'survival!'  They laughed at my joke but with curiousity.  I saw the question marks on their foreheads. I further explained; my son's study habit is bad.  He's contented just to be able to get passing grades even how little these may be.  What shall he do with the excess of 75% anyway?  Well, this just won't do with my little girl.  She really aimed to get the first honors award for three consecutive years.  With all our support... who wouldn't be glad if that happens.  I always remind them how important it is to be serious in their schooling.  Or else they will not get good jobs in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, my daughter said that she wanted to grow up like me; to have "two offices" because she believes in the saying "Like mother like daughter."  I wonder where'd she hear that quotation.  She really understands it eh?... So c'mon, march on kids!  To a brighter future - with God as your guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2751759801526097358?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2751759801526097358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2751759801526097358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2751759801526097358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2751759801526097358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/marching-time.html' title='Marching Time!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1805858220451969805</id><published>2009-03-09T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:01:41.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Help Us!  It's so hassle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was starting with the construction of our dream house (though an indigenous type yet), last week when a concerned friend of ours advised us to secure a building permit first to avoid possible penalty.  I didn't know that penalty thing.  All the while I thought it's just okay to secure said permit after the house is constructed.  Anyway, I heeded the advise.  Starting today papers were being processed.  Believe me, it's sooo tiring.  Well, I can sacrifice, of course.  It's a good sacrifice - for the good of the whole family.  But what makes me a bit nervous are the various fees.  Every office we went to requires their respective payments.   I guess we'll have to spend around P2,000 for this. We have no choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone advised us; if we have friends in a certain government office, we will have to beg him/her for assistance.  Or else, we'll have to go "under-the-table."  Of course not!  It's really different when you accomplish something or get things done the right way.  Besides, it's just the 'system.'  Well, if the system is not right, we can resist it and insist to do it our way (rightly) and it's God's desire for us to be righteous.  Above all these, I know we can accomplish the requirements - with God on our side.  We just have to be patient and do our praying.  We can't do anything apart from Him.  I know, He will put everything in order - for us to be set free from this hassle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1805858220451969805?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1805858220451969805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1805858220451969805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1805858220451969805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1805858220451969805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-help-us-its-so-hassle.html' title='God Help Us!  It&apos;s so hassle...'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2977132973752807071</id><published>2009-03-09T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:22:21.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iligan City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kay'/><title type='text'>Beauty Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday me and hubby went to my hometown; Iligan City.  My mom, younger sister and our eldest sister's family were glad with our visit but wished we brought our kids with us.  I  sensed how they missed my kids.  Anyway, since we arrived already late in the afternoon, we decided to stay for the night and just leave early dawn so as not to be late or absent from my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister treated us with a yummy dinner as if there's an important occasion.  While having dinner I thought about our kids - how about them?  What are they having for dinner?  Mothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the table was cleared, my sister introduced her new business product, Mary Kay.  I told her it's just like Avon.  She objected, saying it's local while  MK is an expensive brand.  She then took her box of kit because she will have a demonstration for hand spa and facial.  She ordered us to wear a big, towelette "headband" while the Cortes ladies (me, mom, Lenore and her) plus my hubby were given  mirrors with very small round containers beneath it.  Then the session began.  While giving instructions, she said we have saved about P500.00 from the parlor.  Agreeably, the product is good.  It made our hands so smooth.  At least for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rested that night, I realized I missed that kind of family bonding.  I look forward to another beauty session with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2977132973752807071?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2977132973752807071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2977132973752807071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2977132973752807071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2977132973752807071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-session.html' title='Beauty Session'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7639372273940816921</id><published>2009-03-07T07:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:50:26.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenhills'/><title type='text'>Beauty Parlors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While riding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a tricycle one day, I overheard my co-passengers talking about the other one's work that day in one of the popular beauty parlors in Cagayan de Oro City.  She told her mom how irritated she was with her customer in the morning.  Here's her story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(While doing on the hair of the man):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man      :  Miss, do you offer free coffee here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lady    :  No, sir.  Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man      :  Why not?  The other parlor just near here offers free coffee.  And it's overflowing.  You      can ask for more every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lady    :  Really?  What's the name of the parlor, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man      :  Greenhills Funeral Parlor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I knew why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o-O-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my officemates is fond of making fun and telling jokes to us.  He asked my other officemate sitting at my back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him       :  Candy, how are you related to Beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Candy :  Beauty, who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him        :  Oh, c'mon..  Beauty, you don't know her?  Your relative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Candy :  (Realized her full name - Candy SALON Patungan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o-O-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope these made you smile, bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7639372273940816921?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7639372273940816921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7639372273940816921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7639372273940816921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7639372273940816921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-parlors.html' title='Beauty Parlors'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7421481919570079032</id><published>2009-03-04T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:50:02.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaisano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landbank'/><title type='text'>The ATM Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, we were supposed to start our church’s regular Mentoring Group meeting at 6:00 PM. But before we got into the discussion, we had chitchats about anything. One topic we had was about the ATM card. Beginning March of this year, all government employees are required to have an ATM card thru Landbank because salaries and all other benefits will be deposited to the bank already, not anymore thru the office cashier (cash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I related to the group one incident wherein I stood in line at Gaisano Mall’s ATM to verify my balances. While waiting for my turn, I noticed an untidy man standing not very far from another person who was already doing his transaction. I knew the man was annoyed by the other man’s presence near him. The latter then approached the lady before me and asked for her assistance in transacting the ATM. The lady looked on the card he’s holding and I also glanced into it. She told him that the card he’s carrying is not applicable to any of the three ATMs. I smiled at the lady, but inside me I was laughing hard. Why? The card he’s holding was a Gaisano Suki Club; a card the mall gives to its frequent buyers to earn points and exchange with goods! I was thinking; maybe he’s a thief and when he found the card, he thought it’s an ATM card and he can withdraw cash from it. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7421481919570079032?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7421481919570079032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7421481919570079032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7421481919570079032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7421481919570079032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/03/atm-incident.html' title='The ATM Incident'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3105039178853909006</id><published>2009-02-27T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:05:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Monday I had several calls from my cellular phone during office hours.  I noticed that when I’d answer it, it’s very noticeable because silence is being observed in our division.  So I had to go out and answer the calls either in the lobby or at the front of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was answering Nanay Inday’s call (I can’t remember what we were talking about then), I’ve said, “Ok Nay, Yes Nay”  maybe four to five times.  When we’re done with our conversation I turned the phone off.  When suddenly, the lady Regional Technical Director (RTD) or one of the next in rank to the Regional Executive Director appeared in front of me and said, “Hoy, iha ano’ng ginagawa mo dyan?” (Hey, what are you doing?).  To my surprise, I answered, “Oh hi Nay!”  I was so ashamed.  Everybody calls her Ma’am or Madam, and I called her Nanay (mother).  There really are times when we’re caught unprepared.  What made me more ashamed was, I wasn’t able to tell her I was sorry because she walked straightly and I just stood still – shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3105039178853909006?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3105039178853909006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3105039178853909006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3105039178853909006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3105039178853909006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/shucks.html' title='Shucks!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4586592000781812558</id><published>2009-02-26T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:07:44.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limketkai Mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jollibee'/><title type='text'>Another Funny Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last time I posted about a funny incident about my blouse which was worn the other way.  This is another experience (related to it) I’ll share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a month ago, Sunday, my whole family went dining out to Jollibee (you know, kids’ favorite).  We entered Limketkai mall and walked around 50 ft., I guess, before we reached the fastfood center.  Since it was Sunday, people were everywhere, we’ve got to be careful not to bump with anybody.  As we neared the place, I saw a vacant table at the corner.  I told them to hurry up before somebody can occupy it.  And so we got it!  After getting their orders, I stood in queue for our orders.  When I was back to our table, my hubby said, “Are you wearing your blouse properly?”  When I bowed to see why, I found out that it was worn the other way!  Huh! The threads are there! I did not finish my food yet, I hurriedly headed to the restroom, trying to avoid the people I’d meet, people behind me and those at my sides.  When I was back to the table, we were all laughing.  I told my husband how ashamed I was.  I then recalled which way did we go, and thought about how many people could have noticed it..  How could I?  I don't know why this often happens.  Is there something wrong with me?  Or is it, it hurts to admit, my "little" clumsiness.. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4586592000781812558?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4586592000781812558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4586592000781812558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4586592000781812558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4586592000781812558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-funny-experience.html' title='Another Funny Experience'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-9092648563514050086</id><published>2009-02-26T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:45:42.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus The Shepherd Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><title type='text'>Gift From God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week (Saturday), I and my hubby went canvassing for a computer CPU when outside the store I saw a printing press. I remembered that I had to canvass for my Bible “repair” also because some pages (maybe five) were detached when it fell on the floor. So I crossed the street and asked how much it would cost me. I was told it would be rebound (hard bound) after the pages are back to its original places. They will charge P250.00 but after some bargaining, the lady said it can be reduced to P230.00. My, it’s as good as buying a new one! I just told them I’d be back when I got the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, Sunday, I was installed as the pastor-in-charge of the Jesus The Shepherd Church. (I will post about this next time). After our Head Pastor announced my installation, he gave me a certificate (in frame) and a NEW BIBLE! I was soooo happy… Now, I enjoy reading it, especially it has large script and the words of Jesus in red letters. Isn’t God amazing? He really knows not only my desires but my wants and needs. Praise Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-9092648563514050086?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/9092648563514050086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=9092648563514050086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9092648563514050086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/9092648563514050086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/gift-from-god.html' title='Gift From God'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5548549121981662347</id><published>2009-02-20T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:28:18.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing Board Exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was doing report (minutes of the meeting) during the office union’s general assembly today when my officemates requested to me to browse on the net the November 2008 Nursing Board Exam. result. I was also excited to do so because I know of some friends who took the said board exam. It took about five minutes to have finally opened it. Excitedly I opened for my friend’s name first (of course). They had to wait because I’m the computer encoder hehehe. Tadan! Praise God her name was there! I could also feel (imagine) how excited she’d have been. I immediately sent her my congratulatory message and told our pastor about the news... But I pity my other friend who did not make it (this time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One officemate of mine commented; those people who took the exam. will surely travel and work abroad. Well, it’s a common thinking. When I told my husband out it, he also thought she’d travel abroad. Let’s just wait and see. We don’t know her plan and God’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5548549121981662347?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5548549121981662347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5548549121981662347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5548549121981662347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5548549121981662347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/nursing-board-exam.html' title='Nursing Board Exam.'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-360447136702234813</id><published>2009-02-18T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:34:40.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZvV5GHSg8I/AAAAAAAAACo/DJr0JJuly64/s1600-h/ABCD0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304068163029337026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZvV5GHSg8I/AAAAAAAAACo/DJr0JJuly64/s200/ABCD0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I went to my daughter’s (Honeytweet) school to submit a letter-request for my son’s Form 137. As I was heading to the Office of the Principal, I noticed there were two streamers in front of the building. I remembered then that my daughter was one of the participants in a Math competition. Then indeed, I saw her name on the Grade III Level. It’s really easy to notice your own hehe. I immediately took a picture on it. She made me (and her dad) proud again. We’re praying for her to be the 1st honors at the end of the school year. I am very happy that God has blessed me with gifted children (in different packaging). All glory and honor belongs to Him. By the way, my husband is gifted too hehe. Praise the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-360447136702234813?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/360447136702234813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=360447136702234813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/360447136702234813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/360447136702234813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-blessing.html' title='Another Blessing'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZvV5GHSg8I/AAAAAAAAACo/DJr0JJuly64/s72-c/ABCD0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6164946078495972690</id><published>2009-02-16T11:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:45:12.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairstyle'/><title type='text'>Short, Shorter, Shortest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjeONMuBOI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hxy77y8MR6w/s1600-h/ABCD0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232896871302370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjeONMuBOI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hxy77y8MR6w/s320/ABCD0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjdwIu248I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5YGsK5bYCHM/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232380276237250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjdwIu248I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5YGsK5bYCHM/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjdMNrviAI/AAAAAAAAABw/hhRc-uiQEf8/s1600-h/ABCD0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303231763130058754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjdMNrviAI/AAAAAAAAABw/hhRc-uiQEf8/s320/ABCD0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week, i blogged about my new hairstyle last week, and the picture in green blouse is how I look now. See the difference; from short, shorter, shortest. I like changing my hair (color and style). When I was on my high school and college years I’m up-to-date with the latest hair trends. I remember in 1980’s, I had the “Telephone wire”, “egg tray”, etc. hehehe… In the 90’s I was inspired with the hit movie “Ghost” so I had the Demi Moore haircut (barber cut). But I don’t like my hair long because I have what they call ‘natural’ – natural curl. Maybe it’s the reason why my daughter has curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of my friends (including my husband) commented, they don’t like it black, they prefer the blonde. Actually, I used the brown dye, but when I was done coloring, I was surprised to see it’s black. Maybe it’s pirated hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6164946078495972690?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6164946078495972690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6164946078495972690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6164946078495972690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6164946078495972690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-shorter-shortest.html' title='Short, Shorter, Shortest'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZjeONMuBOI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hxy77y8MR6w/s72-c/ABCD0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1099482517696938544</id><published>2009-02-13T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:59:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m happy about my sister Lenore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At last, after three months of suffering, her leg’s ‘cement’ will be removed tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a relief it would be for all of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is in a very uncomfortable situation since November 13, 2008.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It all started with JUST a skipping rope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her tendon ruptured because she’s overweight (like me) and she aimed for 100 jumps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It happened before she reached 100.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She underwent an operation and my mom had spent much for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only that, she also watches over her and assists her in going to the restroom, to the kitchen, etc. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One time, she told me she’s crying because my sister complained that her leg was aching, and she doesn’t know what to do anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just gave her some encouragements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, tomorrow is gonna be a RELIEF DAY!&lt;span style=""&gt; Praise the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1099482517696938544?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1099482517696938544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1099482517696938544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1099482517696938544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1099482517696938544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/relief-day.html' title='Relief Day!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8434918642251573949</id><published>2009-02-13T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:37:35.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Was lying on my bed tonight when I got a text message from my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rose up and after reading it, I laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Know why?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s her message:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;People getting older has many blessings:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;SILVER hair  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;GOLDEN teeth  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;kidney STONES  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;SUGAR in the blood  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;OIL on the face and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;6&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;GAS in the stomach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;And the advise – be careful, I might be kidnapped!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, it was just an advance Valentine greeting…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8434918642251573949?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8434918642251573949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8434918642251573949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8434918642251573949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8434918642251573949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-message.html' title='Funny Message'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1131549602218467178</id><published>2009-02-13T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:16:07.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Sad Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’ve recently followed a Korean TV series, “Money War.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  It's enjoyable&lt;/span&gt; because it’s funny, interesting and has even lessons in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The actors are good; you’ll really admire the lead star and hate the villains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night I missed watching it because I slept earlier (unexpectedly).&lt;span style=""&gt;  And &lt;/span&gt;tonight I learned that it’s gonna be the last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I eagerly watched and was excited to learn that the two main stars are getting married… when suddenly the villain arrived and murdered the groom!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, c’mon…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the kind of endings that I hate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like movies with happy endings only (ask my husband hehe).  &lt;span style=""&gt;In fairness,  there's still a good lesson at the end of the story:  Never greed for money - it  kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1131549602218467178?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1131549602218467178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1131549602218467178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1131549602218467178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1131549602218467178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-ending.html' title='Sad Ending'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1490363589091004813</id><published>2009-02-11T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:37:35.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cagayan de Oro City'/><title type='text'>A Road Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cagayan de Oro City is a very nice place to live in. (I'll be posting more about it next time). But one of the things I dislike is the heavy traffic.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everytime we go out with my hubby on a motorcycle, I never forget to pray for protection.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One time we visited our lot in Balulang when Nante happened to bump a man!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was wondering how it happened when he (a ‘kundoktor’) was facing toward our direction.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, his focus was on the lady who crossed the street… Thank God, we only hit his arm.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was so shocked I felt my face turned red and I could hear my heartbeat.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What makes me nervous in incidents like this is the possibility of some troubles (arguments, possible fight, the hospital bills, etc.) – God forbid! Praise God, he was okay, I know, because he remained standing after what happened.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whew!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I appreciated my hubby’s reaction that moment.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a short discussion on the matter (both with soft and calm voices), he just told the man, “I’m sorry.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And we proceeded to the area... My point is; if you drive, you've got to have patience, if you don't have, well, learn to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1490363589091004813?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1490363589091004813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1490363589091004813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1490363589091004813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1490363589091004813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-accident.html' title='A Road Incident'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1356664691423166225</id><published>2009-02-11T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:16:33.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribu Sandals'/><title type='text'>My Belated Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZJre021YtI/AAAAAAAAABg/oHP3Uc9DeRc/s1600-h/ABCD0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301417888697377490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZJre021YtI/AAAAAAAAABg/oHP3Uc9DeRc/s200/ABCD0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I blogged about my simple treat to my hubby who celebrated his birthday on the 3rd of February. I haven’t given him my birthday present yet because of my hectic schedule. He himself &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZJrfAjt5ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/jJxw3-f7SAU/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301417891838420370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZJrfAjt5ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/jJxw3-f7SAU/s200/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;requested for the Tribu sandals but doesn’t want to buy the item by himself. This afternoon we intentionally went to their warehouse during my noonbreak because they close before 5:00 P.M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tribu is a local word for Tribe. In fact, the sandals’ models are the names of the different tribes in the Philippines (e.g. Subanon, Manobo, etc.). The designs are good for outdoor activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It took him more than an hour to decide (he’s really like that). Guess he tried 6-7 pairs before finally picking up his choice (and mine). The result? I was late in coming back to the office. But it’s okay. Better late than no gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1356664691423166225?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1356664691423166225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1356664691423166225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1356664691423166225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1356664691423166225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-belated-birthday-gift.html' title='My Belated Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SZJre021YtI/AAAAAAAAABg/oHP3Uc9DeRc/s72-c/ABCD0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4475437492705589333</id><published>2009-02-11T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:43:42.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got excited again this morning because my daughter requested me to prepare her complete uniform because she will be receiving her award – first honors (for the third grading period).  The joy of motherhood… Hastily, I went to their room and ironed them, polished her shoes and requested her to look for her socks ‘cause I don’t know where she put them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the chance, I would love to see her go up the stage and receive her certificate while I take the pictures.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t make it because of my work in which I should be in by 7:30 a.m.  So I just hugged and kissed her and told her that I’m so proud of her and encouraged her to maintain her good grades so that at the end of the school year she can get the first honors (again).  Isn’t God amazing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4475437492705589333?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4475437492705589333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4475437492705589333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4475437492705589333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4475437492705589333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/thankful-wednesday.html' title='Thankful Wednesday'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6466405779509125392</id><published>2009-02-10T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:14:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;My boss did not report for office this morning because she’s sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took the chance to go to one of my trusted beauticians.  His parlor is located just near the marketplace.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I disliked the length already because the bangs covers my eyes so I had to comb it sideways (yuks!) to give way for my sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After giving him (a gay) the instructions and asking his opinion on what style fits me, in about 10 minutes, ka-blam! My hair’s done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s very short now, nape level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And tonight, while watching TV I remembered my mother gave me a pack of hair dye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knew I need it most because my gray hairs are very evident. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And so I did the dyeing by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;..  &lt;/span&gt;A new look tomorrow… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6466405779509125392?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6466405779509125392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6466405779509125392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6466405779509125392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6466405779509125392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-1493591838334267925</id><published>2009-02-10T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:37:40.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><title type='text'>My Son's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week was a stressful one for me because even it’s our (my hubby and me) decision to let our son stop schooling because of some reasons, I was thinking about the situation everyday. Until last Sunday, my sister in church who works in his school approached me and told me she had talked with my son’s teacher. The latter accordingly advised me to let Kent go back to school because it’s merely less than two months for the school year to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a heart-to-heart talk with him (and his dad), we’ve decided to let him take &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; second chance. Not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; second chance. Before leaving for school, I prayed for him and the teachers (for their favor). I understand his feelings (he’s so ashamed to go back). I told him that it’s only for that day and the following day won’t be the same. I talked with his teacher for minutes and there're some compromises. I made an excuse letter because he’s been absent for one week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, when he came home that day, the first thing I noticed was his big smile. I got it! I'm glad he's back (to school)! Now, we’re into coping with the lessons that he missed - and we’ll do the coping together. After all, it pays to sacrifice for our loved ones. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-1493591838334267925?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/1493591838334267925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=1493591838334267925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1493591838334267925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/1493591838334267925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sons-back.html' title='My Son&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6430162350227793608</id><published>2009-02-09T15:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:22:29.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>What's In My Pocket?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SY_hX5rnP6I/AAAAAAAAABY/5W5CP5GO2Eg/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300703087175352226" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SY_hX5rnP6I/AAAAAAAAABY/5W5CP5GO2Eg/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was in my office this afternoon when, I noticed something's in my pocket... I took it and know what I got? A necklace with a heart pendant. I remembered, my daughter Honeytweet gave it to me earlier. I was even wondering why she gave me this. Suddenly I remembered, oh! in less than a week is gonna be a Valentine's Day... (Sometimes I tend to forget some special occasions as this). I could see her excitement as she herself put it on my neck and greeted me advance Happy Valentine's Day. I thanked her and told her that I could use it everyday because after the Valentine's Day, I will put my ID card in it. I asked her why she spent her 'baon' to buy the necklace. She said, "It's okay ma, it's only P2.00. When she went out for school, I took it off and put it in my pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I saw it this afternoon, I was so touched and was bothered by my conscience because she didn't know I took it off. But I'm wearing it now. I want my daughter to know how much I appreciate her gift to me no matter how simple or how inexpensive it may be.  After all, it's the thought that counts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6430162350227793608?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6430162350227793608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6430162350227793608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6430162350227793608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6430162350227793608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-in-my-pocket.html' title='What&apos;s In My Pocket?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SY_hX5rnP6I/AAAAAAAAABY/5W5CP5GO2Eg/s72-c/ABCD0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8856301160281087114</id><published>2009-02-09T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:42:45.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respiratory System'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi&apos;s'/><title type='text'>A Levi's Pants For A Respiratory System</title><content type='html'>I’m a person who is not that brand conscious.  I’d rather prefer cheaper but nice things than brands.  Though, admittedly, I also like owning branded clothes and other things, and in fact, I have a few (too few to mention hehehe).  I know of some friends who really sacrifice the price for considering the brands.  My brother once gave me a pair of shirts and warns that I should take care of it because it’s branded.  Meaning, it’s expensive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, my officemate requested me to research for The Respiratory System (her daughter’s assignment).  I then searched it in the internet, copied and printed it.  When I gave her the papers, she handed me a grocery bag containing something.  I whispered, “What’s this?”  She replied that it’s for me.  I clapped my hands (quietly) and thanked her; even I haven’t seen what’s inside it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home I excitedly opened it and found a Levi’s pants!  I exclaimed, “Yes!”  It’s what I got in exchange for the respiratory organ.  I thanked God for the blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8856301160281087114?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8856301160281087114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8856301160281087114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8856301160281087114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8856301160281087114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/levis-pants-for-respiratory-system.html' title='A Levi&apos;s Pants For A Respiratory System'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3743402972498379766</id><published>2009-02-08T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:53:32.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><title type='text'>It Pays To Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This morning before our Sunday service, I was irritated upon entering the hotel because of the conflict in the room arrangements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hotel personnel were accommodating the Mercury Drug employees and that they just can’t give us the other vacant rooms beside them on the ground floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really annoyed me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the look on my face, my sisters couldn’t help but notice that there’s something wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told them the reason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somebody commented, it’s okay because anyway I look pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I smiled and thanked her for the compliment, but that I still feel bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While walking up the stairs heading to our room assignment, sister Liza (who happened to be the one who gave me the blouse I was wearing), asked me, “Is it (blouse) really worn this way?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I faced the big mirror fronting the stairs, I was shocked to discover that I was wearing it the other way!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really laughed so hard. I was so embarrassed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I begged her to cover the little adornment at my back (which is supposed to be at the front) until we reached the restroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gone are my bad feelings that very moment (thanks to Liza).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, “laughter is the best medicine”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I also had another experience similar to this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will post it next time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3743402972498379766?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3743402972498379766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3743402972498379766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3743402972498379766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3743402972498379766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-pays-to-laugh.html' title='It Pays To Laugh'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2708795414261005275</id><published>2009-02-08T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:56:07.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Look Ma, The Puppies Have Eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last week I posted about our five new puppies whose names are gonna be the Christian songleaders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re now three weeks old (more or less).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When my daughter checked them yesterday, she excitedly exclaimed, “Look ma, the puppies have eyes already!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I laughed when I knew that she merely meant that their eyes are already open.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pups are also crawling now and we have a hard time keeping them in one place for them to be safe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The mother dog Lalay is already getting lean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who wouldn’t be?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Commented my hubby; if you have five kids sucking for milk every now and then…Well, he has a point.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2708795414261005275?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2708795414261005275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2708795414261005275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2708795414261005275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2708795414261005275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-ma-puppies-have-eyes.html' title='Look Ma, The Puppies Have Eyes!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4162436397376744803</id><published>2009-02-07T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:56:45.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neocounter'/><title type='text'>Yes, I Made It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yehey! I’m so excited (again)! Last night I only had one post because I explored the Blogspot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being new in this hobby, I try hard to learn more. I envy my friends whose sites are very cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried creating a Cbox last week but I haven’t followed the instructions well so it was unsuccessful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, never surrender… Last night I tried again and praise God, I was able to create my Cbox and even the Neocounter.  &lt;span style=""&gt;Oh yes, I made it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now I know how it feels when you see the monitors on the Neocounter increasing and seeing some comments from different friends, though as of now, I only have two messages in it yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Understandably, because I only created it a day ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like it very much. Receiving messages is exciting and heartwarming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I welcome your comments, bloggers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Console&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I’m glad that “I belong!”hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4162436397376744803?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4162436397376744803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4162436397376744803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4162436397376744803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4162436397376744803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-i-made-it.html' title='Yes, I Made It!'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4220264781672966367</id><published>2009-02-06T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:11:39.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lechon'/><title type='text'>My Simple Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Last Tuesday was my hubby’s birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As what I’ve planned, a simple celebration will do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, he is practical when it comes to treats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or, maybe he’s just thrifty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At noon break I sent him a message for us to go to an eat-all-you-can restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we reached the place I immediately approached the cashier but he suddenly whispered that we’ll just go to a fastfoods instead. It’s just the same feeling when you’re full, he said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, without waiting for the other waitresses to entertain us, we hurried for the door and proceeded to a nearby restaurant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the evening we went to buy a kilo of &lt;i style=""&gt;lechon&lt;/i&gt; (for a change) and two other viands because we’ve had enough of chicken for that week already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We invited his brother’s family who just live next to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were only about ten people (including children) present.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sang the most famous song in the whole world, “Happy Birthday.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told me that despite the simple preparation, he enjoyed the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then kissed me and whispered the sweetest words “???” and thanked me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s fulfilling to see my husband happy.  And I know, many wives feel that way too, right wives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4220264781672966367?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4220264781672966367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4220264781672966367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4220264781672966367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4220264781672966367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-simple-treat.html' title='My Simple Treat'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-7291168953245027041</id><published>2009-02-06T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:08:37.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lipton &apos;Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coke'/><title type='text'>Coke, Tea and Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I arrived the office this morning, I opened my can containing bags of tea, sachets of 3-in-1 coffee and soya powdered milk.  I took the Lipton Tea (Clear Green Flavor) and prepared a cup of the tea.  I would then make another cup or two of the same bag.  Good it can make up to three.  Talk about saving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, my officemate remarked that it’s really good for me to take tea regularly rather than Coke.  They named me Ms. Coke already because when there’s Coke during snacks or lunch I wouldn’t refuse the offer to drink.  After the eating session if the bottle still has contents, they’d put it on my table!  Or they’ll tell me to drink some more or consume it rather than flush it in the toilet (they know I like Coke that much).  Sometimes I would  either refuse to drink some more or I’d bring it home for Nante and the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I have some fears also because I know the disadvantages, of course.  Our pastor also gave us a printout of a newspaper with the article, “Coke or Water?”  Reading it made me realize the dangers and disadvantages.  In fact, I didn’t hear of any advantages at all LOL.  Before, I can drink one or two glasses of Coke.  There were even times when Nante and I consumed one liter (just the two of us, take note)!  But now, I’d try to limit it to ¾ of a glass or the most, one full glass.  After drinking, I would take two glasses of water.  Hope it’ll work.  Water is still the best (I know that).  Well, we just have to remind ourselves that, everything in excess is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-7291168953245027041?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/7291168953245027041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=7291168953245027041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7291168953245027041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/7291168953245027041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/coke-tea-and-water.html' title='Coke, Tea and Water'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-5405760143079689227</id><published>2009-02-04T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:23:10.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Kidney Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early this morning my brother texted me that his newborn son was diagnosed as having problem with his kidney.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ultrasound report showed there’s something black in the left kidney.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pediatrician then referred them to a kidney specialist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pitied Mark very much because if all his children were alive, he’d have three in all.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The first was miscarried at 3 months during pregnancy, the second baby was born at exactly 9 months but unfortunately he only lived less than 24 hours because of abnormalities:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;his stomach was hallow when it was x-rayed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was found out that the small and big intestines were all inside his lungs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that they finally have their 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; child (but their first), Mark is very much sad about Micquel’s situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He may already have phobia and trauma from his previous experiences.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;As a sister, it’s also very sad on my part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pity him especially when he said that he cried when the doctor said that the baby must undergo an operation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Money can be produced but the life of the baby is at stake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, the best thing we could do is to PRAY.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-5405760143079689227?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/5405760143079689227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=5405760143079689227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5405760143079689227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/5405760143079689227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/babys-kidney-problem.html' title='Baby&apos;s Kidney Problem'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8834511904649280161</id><published>2009-02-02T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:29:18.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Dream House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my biggest dreams is to own a house.  Even a simple house will do as long as I can call it my or our own.  Well, who wouldn't want a house, anyway?  It took us years of planning about this dream.  When we travel to Iligan City or in other places I would look at the window to see the different house designs.  I would then tell Nante which one I like and that I want our house to look like it.  And guess what?  God uses someone to bless us and slowly make this dream into a reality.  It started by her initial offer of having the lot fenced.  We ourselves couldn't believe at first because the sponsor wouldn't tell us frankly what she's planning.  She offered her assistance in a subtle conversation and agreement.  She just told us to have it fenced and suddenly she asked us to accompany to the lumber yard and then she ordered some woods, bought some nails and even padlock!  For the fence, the bamboos were given us by Koko's father (thanks!), so we only spent for the hauling and the rest, including labor was free (a blessing).  As of this moment we are into praying and praying for God to seal the financer's money so that the enemy cannot steal or take it away.  Last week she sent me text message complaining that the area is not yet cleared so how could she buy hollow blocks, sand and gravel.  I convinced and assured her that in less than three days it will be cleared.  At this time, we are in the stage of planning for the house design but our fence is done! Thank God.  I know some may not understand how very happy we are to have our own fence.  It is because I know, it's just the start.  Nante and I are already very excited on what's the next step.  I just hold on to God.  I put my hope and trust on Him.  I really believe in prayer.  Really, prayer moves the hands of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8834511904649280161?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8834511904649280161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8834511904649280161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8834511904649280161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8834511904649280161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-house.html' title='Dream House'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-2576205707482942596</id><published>2009-02-02T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:48:20.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><title type='text'>Grandparents' Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My family had heavy dinner at my brother's house this evening.  Actually, it's not theirs but his in-laws' house.  Mark's first child who was born just last Thursday - barely four days ago, was baptized today because the grandparents decided to have the ceremony in time also for their fiesta celebration.  I don't remember who's their patron saint.  Anyways, as a respect to them, and for Honeytweet and Kent to see their cousin for the first time, we accepted their invitation by going to Igpit, Opol.  The food were great (yum! yum!) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I observed how the grandparents adored their little new grandson.  My newphew is named Rob Micquel (pronounced as Michael) - the combination of the parents' name (Michelle and Marquel).  An old style, eh.  Shh... Nante and I observed:  of all their four grandchildren, only Mark's son has the lightest color.  The lola remarked, he look like a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have seen how Michelle's parents adored the baby.  Could it be true that  grandparents  cherish their grandchildren more than their children?  As one &lt;em&gt;lola&lt;/em&gt; contestant from the TV was interviewed, she said she loves the  "profit" more than the "capital."  For me, I have observed before (when Kent was only a baby), my mom often brings something for Kent (i.e., clothes, toys, milk, etc.)  and nothing for me.  But I think it's not the issue on whom they love more.  It's maybe because the children are really cute and irresistible that they can't help but give anything they can think of, especially the babies cannot manage on their own, they are helpless and they just depend on their parents and other people surrounding them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, whatever reason it would be, we will know it when we become one.   Meantime, let's just leave our curiousities aside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-2576205707482942596?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/2576205707482942596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=2576205707482942596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2576205707482942596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/2576205707482942596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/grandparents-love.html' title='Grandparents&apos; Love'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6144783497912164165</id><published>2009-02-02T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:08:52.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Turning 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, my husband's gonna be 41 tomorrow! How time flies. We've been together for 22 years already (Halleluiah)! We were sweethearts in 1987 (I was 18 then) and married in 1995. So I can say, I know him already in black and white. But I realize, that even in our 13 years of marriage, I still (and will still) discover some things from him. So, I agree during our group discussion (for couples) that in marriage, everyday is a learning experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's fun to recall our younger years. Just last month, I opened my old albums and I laughed at some of our old pictures when we were still young. Pictures during our dates, JS Prom, attending special occasions - where most of them, he's singing. Never mind the dedications at the back... His hair was still neck level and take note, the cheekbones were so visible! and then the bangs haha! For me? Hmm... yes, I envied my own picture. I was so slim. Some changes are very evident. But the only thing that did not change when compared to my present pics is the smile. I think I was born to smile (joke, joke!)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I can grant his wishes for his birthday: a Tribu sandals and a date. The first is very possible but the second is still not sure. Well, if there's a will, there's a way. I'll just pray that my schedule will be ordered on his very special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6144783497912164165?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6144783497912164165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6144783497912164165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6144783497912164165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6144783497912164165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-turning-41.html' title='He&apos;s Turning 41'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3723502226813682996</id><published>2009-02-02T00:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:03:50.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish subject'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beverly Hills Chihuahua'/><title type='text'>Spanish Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the 3rd of February will be Nante's 41st birthday. Since it's gonna be another busy day for me, I told him I will give him an early treat. He agreed, though he commented it's still better to have a date on the actual day. Even so, we went to a mall to watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua. It's a comedy and adventure movie. I like the story, especially I like watching talking dogs. I remember my Spanish subject since some dogs talk Spanish in the movie, like: "me corazon" (my heart), "no has" (no more), etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of Spanish subject, I also recalled how I struggled during my fourth semester (last). I wasn't doing well with the subject because it's kinda hard to memorize the sequences &lt;em&gt;o-as-a-amos-ais-an&lt;/em&gt; and to connect them to some let's say, root words. And there are feminine and masculine words. For example, "la mesa" is a feminine word because it ends with letter A. While "edificio" (building) is a masculine word as it ends with letter O. That's the basis for connecting the words "la" or "el", and some other &lt;em&gt;rules&lt;/em&gt; for sentence construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, to be able to pass the subject and for me to graduate college, my teacher (Mrs. Tejano) gave me a chance by giving me removal examination (oral). And what was that? To recite "Mi Ultimo Adios." I remember how my sweat glands were so active that time LOL. As I stood in front of her, I started the first paragraph correctly, but I know the 2nd, 3rd and so on were all scrambled. I stopped and scratched my head even it's not itchy, upon realizing what I'm reciting was all blah! blah! Thank God, my teacher was so kind. Maybe she even wanted to laugh that time. And guess what? She's a Christian (no wonder). What she did was, she let me sit and prayed for me. She then led me to prayer of acceptance (of Jesus). And all is history regarding my Christianity. By the way, Nante is one of her church's member that time (guess it can now be traced...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3723502226813682996?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3723502226813682996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3723502226813682996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3723502226813682996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3723502226813682996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/spanish-memories.html' title='Spanish Memories'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3121036752778504699</id><published>2009-02-01T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:24:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's past 12MN and I'm still here on my computer browsing Blogs.  Thank God I'm done with my assignment for tommorow's Sunday service (Communion exhortation) and also I've read the bible already.  I've also sent my children to bed after begging me to let them play in the computer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I discovered a lot tonight.  And yippey! I am following some bloggers LOL... you see, I'm using some terms already.  Anyways, it's really fun, entertaining, informative and it's nice because I can pour out my emotions through this.  I remember Nanay Inday telling me before that blogging fits me because I am a conversationalist (something) and I type fast.  Before, I was just listening to my sisters in church talking aout this and that and I would turn my attention towards others because I could not get what they're talking about.  It's all "Blogs."  Until it caught my curiousity side that I asked Bogie to teach me how.  Thanks to her patience and sincerity in helping me.  Also to Koko for the additional tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's why I'm having another hobby - a more exciting one too.  But I have to go to sleep now before my husband comes home.  He's coming late because of his singing career that ends at 12MN.  By the way, I'm glad my husband doesn't like reading my articles so I can write about him without his knowledge. LOL again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3121036752778504699?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3121036752778504699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3121036752778504699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3121036752778504699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3121036752778504699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-learning.html' title='I&apos;m Learning'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-6426283720413110427</id><published>2009-01-31T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:35:27.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our local-bred dog Lalay just got hitched! Haha...  There are five pups but only one is a "she".  Everyone's excited but I am a bit worried for the future feeding.  The rice is expensive eh.  I told Nante's brother who too is excited, that I will be giving them away after two months.  He said they will just help us by giving some rice.  So?  Meaning he doesn't want the pups be given away.  It's good that his wife is working in a restaurant so every night she can bring home some leftovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I will be naming them 1-Darlene (as in Szchech - do I spell it correctly?), 2-Tom (Tommy Walker), 3-Paul (Paul Wilbur), 4-Don (Don Moen) and 5-Ron (Ron Kenolly).  Wouldn't it be nice?  Nante said he pitied the songleaders.  Their names would become pet names.  But I insist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-6426283720413110427?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/6426283720413110427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=6426283720413110427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6426283720413110427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/6426283720413110427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-puppies.html' title='New Puppies'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-3409809789677003844</id><published>2009-01-31T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:10:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A New Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed blogging the past two days. Been busy in the hospital assisting my brother whose wife was to undergo a caesarian section. The night before the operation schedule he contacted me. I was worried because it's gonna be too late for room reservation in the Provincial Hospital. As I was requesting my neighbor to help us reserve a room for them the following day, I felt God's intervention. Of course, because I was really praying for God's favor; that they'd be accommodated in that government hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pitied the couple because their former doctor advised them to prepare P90,000! They panicked of course. I thought, it can already build a small house. At least, if they can be admitted in that hospital, they could really save much. So what I did was to pray, and contact some friends who could assist us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As me and Nante headed for the hospital the following day (on a motorcycle), I didn't stop praying for God's favor. His message was; His favor will upon me for 2009! Imagine, at that moment I was only asking favor for that specific situation but His answer was for the whole year. Until this posting, I still control my tears everytime I remember His goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Praise the Lord! When we got to the hospital, my sister-in-law Mitchelle was already being prepared to be headed to the Operating Room. I approached her and helped her remove her clothes. Since she had dextrose, it would take minutes to remove everything. So I took the opportunity to pray for her and the baby while changing her clothes to hospital gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To make the story short, the operation was successful, the baby was out around 11:30 A.M. Oh boy! He's so cute! Very white in complexion and he's big - the reason why the mother must be operated. Today, they will be discharged from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thank God for His intervention and favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-3409809789677003844?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/3409809789677003844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=3409809789677003844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3409809789677003844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/3409809789677003844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-new-nephew.html' title='I Have A New Nephew'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-4246440666313039918</id><published>2009-01-29T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:35:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Problem Child?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This day is also a very "heavy" day for me. Before office time, I went to see my son's teacher. He's in first year high school at the Misamis Oriental General Comprehensive High School (MOGCS) whew! A long name... Anyway, as I met his teacher face to face, I was shocked to hear her news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;1. He's not doing his projects, assignments, class activities, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;2. He doesn't have grades for the 2nd grading (this is because he was transferred from his "terror" teacher and there were some problems already regarding his writing habits and class attitude (no projects, etc.). His teacher can't compute his grade because quizzes, projects and assignments from the previous teachers were not submitted to his present teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;3. For English subject alone, I was shown her (teacher's) class record and my eyes grew bigger (admittedly) when I saw the blank columns (around 20) - list of quizzes scores. He only had one! - and it's a failure. O c'mon... What on earth had he been doing the past ten months?! I know it's only less than two months for the school year to end. The teacher told me that I know my son from head to foot, I should know what's his problem. I know Kent is really so lazy when it comes to writing. That has been his attitude ever since he entered elementary school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;To sum it up, his 1st grading period has two failing grades and two "no grades." 2nd grading - no quizzes, only periodical test results (mostly failed), and 3rd grading - incomplete projects, failed in quizzes and periodical tests. My heart was so heavy. I pity my son, but he left me no choice. I've decided to let him stop schooling immediately. What for? His chances for passing this year is very, very, very slim. Well, as the song goes, "his teardrops fell like rain that day." He said he's afraid of his Papa. I told him, "If you're afraid of him, why did you not study seriously?" He cried harder as I mentioned the words "stop schooling" over and over. I know he'd have a hard time to cope with the passing grades. It's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As I went home, I was asking God, "Am I a failure?" I'm ashamed of myself. My job is okay, I am a pastor - and yet on my motherhood...? Oh God. What adds to the heaviness inside me is that I can't cry it over my husband. I don't want to show him how I am feeling inside. Why? To protect Kent. Because when I have this look, the tears, he might punish Kent badly. I was crying in the inside only. I told him as an introduction, "Love, your (sort of) warning for Kent to stop schooling has come true." He can see on my face "It's okay, we'll try again next school year." But it's NOT an easy feeling, it's a big decision - but again, there's no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As I was preparing to report to the office after lunch (still with a heavy heart), my daughter Honey(tweet) excitedly showed me her perfect and high scores! Including her Art project which is Very Good! Indeed it looked good. She's really artistic. I commented, "Praise the Lord... Yes, you two are just the opposite!" I noticed, hey, there's a 'balance' somewhere...I stopped when I remembered that it's not good for parents to compare their children... Maybe, I guess, I'm not really that 'a failure'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, I entrust everything to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAST &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; MY CARES UPON HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-4246440666313039918?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/4246440666313039918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=4246440666313039918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4246440666313039918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/4246440666313039918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-child.html' title='A Problem Child?'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346649393697106554.post-8467874885866110685</id><published>2009-01-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:11:01.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smart Bro'/><title type='text'>A Net In The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everybody in the house was so excited today. And why not? My sister (in-law) had applied internet connection (Smart Bro). According to her she can save around P2,000.00 for the connection compared to her nightly (as in every night!) of going to internet cafe's in which she pays P15.00/per hour. Hmm.. sometimes she spends 3 hours there. Yeah, practical right? That's why her boyfriend, a US military sent her some remittances for this internet thing, and, for etc. etc.- like additional monthly bills (electric and internet).. The problem with our computer is that the fonts are very "giant"! Me and my hubby did some clickings here and there just trying to solve the problem. However, until now, I'm facing the big words (literally). Well, it's good for the eyes. But I guess, it's my CPU - an older version hehehe... So tonight, it's past 12MN and I'm so glad I can post my blogs from our house. Unlike in the mornings or office hours, I only post my blogs when I'm not busy or when my boss is far from me, and only on weekdays. Now, even during weekends I can make some postings. Oh well, only when my sister-in-law is not using it. oowww.... So bloggers, watch out for more of me... and know more of me... God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346649393697106554-8467874885866110685?l=nenetteniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/feeds/8467874885866110685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346649393697106554&amp;postID=8467874885866110685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8467874885866110685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346649393697106554/posts/default/8467874885866110685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nenetteniche.blogspot.com/2009/01/net-in-house.html' title='A Net In The House'/><author><name>Nenette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15952002116285641882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H3yYhKIbd_0/SWayN9UAoQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f0JfQnQvQeU/S220/DSC00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
