<?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-8212051522506481452</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:47:39.517-08:00</updated><category term='i love you both'/><title type='text'>I Am Mommy, hear me roar........</title><subtitle type='html'>As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8414723487960061285</id><published>2011-05-25T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T04:49:21.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[img]http://cbimg6.com/graphics/09/01/68423c.jpg[/img]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down at my computer I can hardly explain the feeling of guilt that I have to decide that my son Carl should stay in Manila in hes Dad's pad since it is not yet school day.I know its for a few weeks only.A sacrifices has been serve to us,to start a journey working together for the best of what family is.Help the needs especially Carl whose growing up and he's on 5th grade time fly's by hes turning high school then College we want to be ready for the time comes.Anyway the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons that Mama will find work,I never thought to find nanny not because it is expensive but the trauma we have encounter when he was little.I don't want to mention it again because I just remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish another good luck for myself to find a Job that suites my capabilities.I wanted too find one not only for me but for my Family as well to help the needs.For I can adjust my time with my son when the school year starts.Wish me luck too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8414723487960061285?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8414723487960061285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8414723487960061285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8414723487960061285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8414723487960061285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2011/05/imghttpcbimg6.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-9006303028253269560</id><published>2011-05-25T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T04:28:59.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly or an Angel....Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zg2YTZHIYhA/Tdzlc5fBkjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EdP_gB-s3yE/s1600/african%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zg2YTZHIYhA/Tdzlc5fBkjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EdP_gB-s3yE/s320/african%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610611520426840626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRg7QpmfvcE/TdzlcO-_fKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XZhDiUdn10U/s1600/african%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRg7QpmfvcE/TdzlcO-_fKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XZhDiUdn10U/s320/african%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610611509018197154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_khb5V8c2yc/TdzldC43pDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tCYf7QwFYj4/s1600/african%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_khb5V8c2yc/TdzldC43pDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tCYf7QwFYj4/s320/african%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610611522951160882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I am busy for my Interview at GP.I am waiting at the lobby of the Hotel and many African people was there really huge.While waiting for my appointment,I was touched to see them hand in hand hugging each other and what I love most is Praising God for sweetness given to them.Here I took photos of them.&lt;br /&gt;  What a wonderful Day to start my Interviews and Happy that wherever am I God is with me.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-9006303028253269560?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/9006303028253269560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=9006303028253269560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/9006303028253269560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/9006303028253269560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2011/05/butterfly-or-angelsavior.html' title='Butterfly or an Angel....Savior'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zg2YTZHIYhA/Tdzlc5fBkjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EdP_gB-s3yE/s72-c/african%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-2919117468165700174</id><published>2011-05-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:56:04.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation I made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2ZuDzWW2aI/Tc3umpo5J1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T8V5XtnRnPE/s1600/190879_10150109946586781_646081780_6979302_8242300_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2ZuDzWW2aI/Tc3umpo5J1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T8V5XtnRnPE/s320/190879_10150109946586781_646081780_6979302_8242300_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606399458925946706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how many years I have never tried to open my blog.I guess I'm so busy with my schooling and what is fruitful about my labor is that I finished schooling already and graduated.Wew Happy Graduation to myself.Schooling is over for me for it takes 17 years way back 90's.But im not shy to tell the world I made it!For being a good example and inspiration to others.Its a tough world but I learned so many thing that "No matter how hard life takes me I made it with so many inspiring people to live there motivation and extraordinary heart to touch and guide.Thank you God for showering the life and what we want for the best of my children to my companion who stand within by my side when storms,depression,hatred,sacrifices for encouraging me with this Thank you so much HUBBY and dearest Son Carl.To my greatest mentor Sr. Myrna Batitay SSpS I'm happy I have have her with me for sharing when my tears drop by.To my Friends for the moral support that Iam not with you with your lakad's and lakwatsa.Thank you for understanding me all through this years.To my loving family whose very far within me that there support is always there when I need them I know your proud of me very proud I love you I owe it all to you.To my friends outside the country that never failed to send me there love for keeping me updated about there own lives for giving me a call when I need most Thank you so much.I appreciated them all GOOD BAD it takes me where I am today.THANK YOU so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-2919117468165700174?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2919117468165700174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=2919117468165700174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2919117468165700174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2919117468165700174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation-i-made-it.html' title='Graduation I made it!'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2ZuDzWW2aI/Tc3umpo5J1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T8V5XtnRnPE/s72-c/190879_10150109946586781_646081780_6979302_8242300_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-166585737281267867</id><published>2010-04-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:37:41.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/S7WsTTlG2WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C6BB1Wt16fs/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/S7WsTTlG2WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C6BB1Wt16fs/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455455971302627682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/S7WsTFf0LgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/O9fTXCikHpM/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/S7WsTFf0LgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/O9fTXCikHpM/s320/DSC_0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455455967522336258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[img]http://cbimg6.com/graphics/09/01/68423c.jpg[/img]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than A Shoulder to Cry On: The Surprising Benefits of Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friendship Detox: How to Say Goodbye and Good Riddance&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago ,My closest friends live all over the place—in North Carolina and New York, in Mississippi and California, in Las Vegas and London and Atlanta, Oh how I truly miss them departing ways are the hardest part I don’t know when will I see them. The last time I saw them it was February. I guess another year will hit me again to have a great time with them. I miss you guys always your there for me thru my stumble and awkward moments….I miss so much… &lt;br /&gt;On a busy day of my schooling, I found again another friend whom I can run to someone who knows me the ups and down of my life. But it needs a little changes for some reason that effect of who am I. I might say I was not a perfect friend but I can say I am good in terms of friend’s advice as long as I can pull you to be on top I would do that. I remember the quotes of Kristie Kenney. “ As long as you have me as friend you have me for life”. I was entitled to do on my own quotes as I stated. I have many words, time, days, and months that I remember that fond of laughter’s, sadness in tears, hug, and kissing goodbye. That I know there were times that we fight over and over again, you don’t want to be misunderstood. By being frank you hate me though I know to myself that I do that because I needed you to stand on your own. When I said something that it hurts your feeling you started to be on your self-pity mode. This is not the life I wanted to build I offer on my own to have a friend that keep me forever in worst and at my best. The reality has to end the memories I keep are all gone but I have to admit there are some part that I remember, but not all. The friendship that goes on and on, on and off. &lt;br /&gt;You manifest it and all you said it’s the end with the cry and hurt you grieve from me. For the words you listen up without querying me or forthcoming me, for not being true to your words when I do some actions. For your suspicion words that knowing I would embarrass. For the dishonest words you marked on me. For not stand-up where you should be. For saying words, for texting me, for your wall on Facebook. For acting you can make it on your own. Bitter words you want to express me, the statement you wanted to display because of your childish insecurity. For degrading ME of who I am not. For accusing me of something that I do not know and you hide it when I asked you. In the long run where it goes NONE but the blame feeling you taken. For fighting against your enemy wherein you never look bad (you look angel to the crowd) and I would look like a monster for your enemy that supposed to be you would be the one fighting for your own fight.&lt;br /&gt;There is a secret part over here when few of my trusted friends know it…When waking up, when thinking, when I was alone…..Though I survived this stages and now &lt;br /&gt;For the past and long months of dealing and struggling with those. I bid GOODBYE to you my friends. For I will not just like before. For I will stand and sit over there beside you that feels nothing, no friendship involve, no everything. It’s now the end of that so called CONVERSATION, ISSUES, GOSSIP, RUMORED, PATHETIC WORDS…..GOODBYE for I learn of how to be me, I became more stronger, I turn out to be good enough for other people and setback what I had lost with them thru unforgiving words and thru actions.     &lt;br /&gt;                 AND last and most interesting part is that I learn to forgive you, I learn the example of Life drives with a friendship. You teach me the process of hating people.    &lt;br /&gt;              The crying moment hast STOP.I move on and start new and interesting life &amp; friendship that forever I want too… &lt;br /&gt;The second part of my blog:&lt;br /&gt; I never knew that this circle of people would be the one I can indicate for. For I said earlier I am not PERFECT. I can say that this few people I know is like the nasty girls, every corner students talk about them how cruel are they (sorry for my term girls but I just wanted to reveal the truth side.) A lot of controversies happened YES! Who would deny that and stretch out on it…I said harsh words, I judge, I became cruel too like others. There were times some would like and fit my advice towards them. They said this; they said that to them...Well what do I got is to answer the questions of the people that judge them. Then suddenly I meet them all, that was 2 years ago INTRAMURAL are over got time to bond with them, it’s like casual happy session.&lt;br /&gt;I found them .My fight is there fight. There fight is my fight too…&lt;br /&gt;We are happy, though sometimes we cry together, wipe our sweat together, jog together, aero together what else ahuh! enjoy the summer heat at the beach together. We live together, we share something in common, we treat each other and we became honest with each other even it goes to your own veins. Well that’s good it’s nice to be like that rather someone are stabbing your back. I feel being a mom to them which they listen to my advices help them and do that. And the respect&lt;br /&gt;We see each other a lot, and sometimes, for stretches, not at all, which is fine. I'd rather see the true friend all over a year than suffer a faux friend  for the sake of having someone around. The deepest friendships have nothing to do with proximity; they aren't based on how long we've known each other but on how well we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never have to wonder where we stand, these friends and I. We never fear for our mutual emotional safety in each others company. I can tell these friends anything and know they'd never belittle me, or think less of me, or write me off, or gossip, or use my past or current spasms of childishness/pettiness/insecurity/anger/fear against me. I'm talking about genuine affection and goodwill. I'm talking about two-way faith. I'm talking about protecting and sincerely celebrating each other. I'm talking about Do No Harm. I'm talking about intentions. With these people, I've never worried what slights or betrayals await me, and I've never felt used or exploited. At my most vulnerable, I've probably relied on them for clarity and comfort a little too much, but the balance has always been restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other friends, though, just aren't good for us, no matter how hard we try to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I was bordering on being as broke as I've ever been, And that was the time I forgive what is past because I feel being Blessed of what I do have right now…..Thank You for  being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-166585737281267867?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/166585737281267867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=166585737281267867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/166585737281267867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/166585737281267867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2010/04/imghttpcbimg6.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/S7WsTTlG2WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C6BB1Wt16fs/s72-c/DSC_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-5601856333227599071</id><published>2009-06-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:55:55.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wisdom</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day Dad.I wish you were here beside me to listen to my stories and listen where I am now.I have lot's of stories to share and I miss you so much.I would love to hug you in my dreams. I wish of that every time father is the topic.I want to spend the time with you,and I Love You so much.I was only 2 years old when when I don't know the meaning of mourn.Why is that you died so early that I could see the glimpse of you.I don't know the meaning of Dad when you died,but I learn it from myself that Dad give a special meaning of my life just like Glenn did to Carl.Since I reach my age I never open my mouth to call for a Dad and I was crying it is a sad day for me for I have no gift to give for I am not that excited to greet you and for writing a card that emphasize as you.On every occasion I insist I WISH....This time Dad no more sadness it is your special day this is for you Dad:&lt;br /&gt;      Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;               Allow me to Thank you for bringing me in this life that full of Happiness and ability to live life.I am happy dad for who I was.I never hear what you want me to be when I grow up but I know you whisper it's all up to me what should I decide.I want to see your smile when there is a family day in school but i believe your watching me up high.When I got my grades I wanted to see and hear from you if this is fair enough and I know you look up too and smile.When i turn College I would love to hear what i wanted to pursue but all I know you wanted me to be like you A Lawyer and brother would be a Navy.When I meet my husband I want you to be there at my side to listen to your stories about how you and mom got married and decide to settle down.When Carl was born I know your there to see your new and first apo,wishing you hug him kiss in a forehead.Dad I wish your happy from where you are.I love you so much and if given another chance I would choose you and only you,to be my dad and I wanted to spend the rest with you for I miss how dad is,and how dad discipline his children.....DAD HAPPY FATHERS DAY and I REALLY MISS YOU....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-5601856333227599071?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5601856333227599071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=5601856333227599071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5601856333227599071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5601856333227599071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wisdom.html' title='My wisdom'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8522004244804837691</id><published>2009-06-01T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:07:28.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bag full of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT48IshRZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e8mTkoyikJI/s1600-h/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT48IshRZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e8mTkoyikJI/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342668769978303890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT4738ngjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GvaagpAxRBA/s1600-h/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT4738ngjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GvaagpAxRBA/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342668765482418738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT47pYs6AI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tkgFJC0JWRg/s1600-h/DSC_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT47pYs6AI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tkgFJC0JWRg/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342668761573681154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days hitting by a deep rain. And I guess not everyone love's the rain. I love the rain as much as some hate it. Why do I love rain simply because I love the smell of a rain, I love listening to its drop and the wind of it. I love the rain so much wherein I could think about several things, wishes, and dreams. I would simply seat and a cup of my favorite tea which given by my brother. It's a "Twinnings" I know everyone loves it as much as I do. Here are some flavor I love the White Tea pure because it is made from only unopened bud and young leaves of the Camellia Sinensis from the Fujisan province of China. It has a delicate, light tasting white tea with a naturally sweet taste. And the fresh and fruity Cranberry and Sanguinello Orange. It gives the taste I wanted from a juice since I love fresh juices and it also stated that Sanguinello is a Spanish variety of the blood orange. With its distinctive, crimson flesh it has a sweet taste that when combined with the sharpness of cranberry produces a crisp and refreshing infusion. What’s good about this is it is a Caffeine free. My bother gives me a box of it and really enjoying the best and every cup of tea. And I was amazed too that it is also a By appointment to her majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Wow this is great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8522004244804837691?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8522004244804837691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8522004244804837691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8522004244804837691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8522004244804837691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/06/bag-full-of-tea.html' title='A bag full of Tea'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiT48IshRZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e8mTkoyikJI/s72-c/DSC_0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4993801154653116833</id><published>2009-05-30T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:48:05.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag of Story</title><content type='html'>My Brother is a seafarer who works for a Cruise ship. I admire him so much for traveling so many countries big, huge, and beautiful countries all over the world. I swear name some places and he’s so many adventures and stories to begin for. I would admit that for a people like me wishes to tour around the world someday. When he arrived last March I could hide the expression what countries have you been for 7 months? I am excited to share the stories where he came from, and my mind keep on sinking that I was the one flowing somewhere. I am just an ordinary who giggles, listen. I couldn’t hide that feelings “promise” totally excited. He said to me loud and clear that .I went to “ANTARCTICA” the place like heaven. Oh my did I hear the right place A N T A R C T I C A????What is that? Is my brother the next line with the famous Sir Gardoce in town or isn’t Sir Vivian Fuchs. Oh my! Is this for real? I ask for a second word and said YES ANTARCTICA can you believe that! I was amaze. He said the cruise ship for I went through is another paradise for me, and yet half of my life is in Danger. But because the ship where he works are expertise into that destination with the help of A British Captain .Well the cruise ship went through safer and carefully went to the exact location and the passengers are all that happy to look the paradise of Antarctica. I ask is there any people who live there in Antarctica he just said there are scientist who live there but he never seen any just ordinary people living.WOW I couldn’t believe that story. And the passengers there are all British. I ask too if there’s a Filipino and said luckily yes half Filipino half Chinese…Sounds pretty cool right! Filipino are exploring too. I love the story and he has a picture of some Penguins which are also taller that he expected and they’re nice. The name of the cruise ship was Swan Hellenic, Minerva as what he calls pioneer for over 50 years on ANTARCTIC EXPEDITION. Check the site as well….Happy viewing. I love my kuya’s story…I’m looking forward for another trip and stories. Again after 7 months. I miss you kuya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpMv8ESaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/V7smqtuV9TE/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpMv8ESaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/V7smqtuV9TE/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736669530048930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpMbpnS2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/qry9MwTkX-Q/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpMbpnS2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/qry9MwTkX-Q/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736664083942242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpMF9AX5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/84elb-PHZSI/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpLtAsLQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lkLOjixp8G0/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736651564264706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4993801154653116833?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4993801154653116833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4993801154653116833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4993801154653116833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4993801154653116833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/05/bag-of-story.html' title='Bag of Story'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SiGpMv8ESaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/V7smqtuV9TE/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8614484127091847363</id><published>2009-05-24T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:51:46.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it that it is hard to let people go</title><content type='html'>At my certain age,sometimes I feel like I am a kid that would cry and melt my tears.It breaks my heart when those people I love would be leaving.I couldn't understand sometimes why.I love talking,I love listening,I wanted to be inspire everyday.I was in touch always to some older to me, to be informed,to manage the live of life.And I am surely I will missed the conversation and I will missed the fun and mostly I will dearly missed you.....&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sarmiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ShpFfm2tExI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZrVs0HDIocA/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ShpFfm2tExI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZrVs0HDIocA/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656717509399314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ShqUETyMneI/AAAAAAAAAWg/BbNyky4cN_M/s1600-h/sr.myrna+psych!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ShqUETyMneI/AAAAAAAAAWg/BbNyky4cN_M/s320/sr.myrna+psych!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339743109952347618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Myrna SSpS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8614484127091847363?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8614484127091847363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8614484127091847363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8614484127091847363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8614484127091847363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/05/isnt-it-that-it-is-hard-to-let-people.html' title='Isn&apos;t it that it is hard to let people go'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ShpFfm2tExI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZrVs0HDIocA/s72-c/DSC_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-291123804125248377</id><published>2009-05-18T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:28:04.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Strength</title><content type='html'>I enjoy the summer just like I enjoy the house of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In this I increase faith in the hearts of a Mother like me&lt;br /&gt;               Inspire  in the lives of believers&lt;br /&gt;               Instill hope in the hearts of struggling people everywhere&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;            Thank You&lt;br /&gt;                  A Day in the Life ... one glass at a time &lt;br /&gt;                  A Majority of Two &lt;br /&gt;                  A Rainbow After the Storm &lt;br /&gt;                  Calculated Spontaneity &lt;br /&gt;                  Heart of Rachel &lt;br /&gt;                  Just Say These Words &lt;br /&gt;                  Life is what you make it... &lt;br /&gt;                  Memories and Musings of a Mommy &lt;br /&gt;                  Mommyness is Happiness &lt;br /&gt;                  Reflections &lt;br /&gt;                  Susiej &lt;br /&gt;        Thank you for being so kind to publish your blog and share the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-291123804125248377?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/291123804125248377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=291123804125248377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/291123804125248377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/291123804125248377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiling-strength.html' title='Smiling Strength'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8142962258473245546</id><published>2009-05-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:58:23.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mom's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SgrRyS0urxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/y3DDV1I51Kk/s1600-h/108624.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SgrRyS0urxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/y3DDV1I51Kk/s320/108624.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335307370550439698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Happy Mother's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8142962258473245546?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8142962258473245546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8142962258473245546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8142962258473245546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8142962258473245546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-moms-day.html' title='Happy Mom&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SgrRyS0urxI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/y3DDV1I51Kk/s72-c/108624.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-570685133721996811</id><published>2009-03-29T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:02:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer around</title><content type='html'>I feel the heat here in the province of Tarlac the heat i felt is the one that introduces me that summer is now approaching.I found out that the temperature is at&lt;br /&gt;H90° L77° La Paz, Philippines according to my yahoo which I stored.My goodness that's really prickly heat.I ask Carl of what he feels and said I need to take a bath mom I am sweating too much.Since school is over Carl gives emphasize to hes sleeping time till 8 in the morning. I allowed him since it is his vacation.no homework,no projects and no Ironing of school uniform.I insist of what he like to do this summer he answered me : "I want to go to Baguio to visit my cousin and enjoyed the rest of my summer.I pause for a while and answer of course Yes he glanced at me and said Yippee. I am going to Baguio to visit and enjoy playing with my cousin.I look at the behavior of my son and telling to myself that's what a kids want enjoy have fun and play with his cousin.I remembered too that when I am that age I usually went to Baguio to visit my cousins too.Will be in Baguio at the end of march and stay there for a month...What a good summer waiting for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-570685133721996811?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/570685133721996811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=570685133721996811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/570685133721996811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/570685133721996811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-around.html' title='Summer around'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3784530077568025216</id><published>2009-03-22T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:48:44.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>I miss my blog I miss everything that's going on.Yes I am busy the past few months I am loaded with my projects,thesis and some the final examination.I hate having a review all night. I wish I could sleep early and wake up the next morning but student like me should never escaped this momentum.Finally the examination is over and now I end up my 2nd year psychology student still climbing for the two years to come this June another year to make it. More and more major subjects.I feel God is always there for me no matter what. This is just an update for myself. Been busy for my Test Construction in psychometric s....See yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3784530077568025216?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3784530077568025216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3784530077568025216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3784530077568025216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3784530077568025216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1010429855318651605</id><published>2009-01-01T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:04:25.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for 2009</title><content type='html'>I am a bit ready for a big countdown for 2009 Carl and I started with something round, colorful and bright.Fruits are one traditional every New Year. I put a 12 grapes on our door to start the luck for the year 2009.We are ready for the year as we prepare ourselves the changes again that will come this 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08gCx6OnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4yeHcZKKmZU/s1600-h/DSC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08gCx6OnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4yeHcZKKmZU/s320/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448058802518642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08gK0ivYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8cVGlaNG0qI/s1600-h/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08gK0ivYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8cVGlaNG0qI/s320/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448060961045890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08f_IOKWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E51_khtceOY/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08f_IOKWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E51_khtceOY/s320/DSC_0459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448057822357858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08f2VwrnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ndCBfgrKbmI/s1600-h/DSC_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08f2VwrnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ndCBfgrKbmI/s320/DSC_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448055463226994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08f8nyG0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Y8w8GS_NMq8/s1600-h/DSC_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08f8nyG0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Y8w8GS_NMq8/s320/DSC_0466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448057149430594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV07tjEUi7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/AqusXP-Lh6c/s1600-h/DSC_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV07tjEUi7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/AqusXP-Lh6c/s320/DSC_0462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286447191296347058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!! How's your New Year any plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1010429855318651605?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1010429855318651605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1010429855318651605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1010429855318651605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1010429855318651605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-for-2009.html' title='A day for 2009'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SV08gCx6OnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4yeHcZKKmZU/s72-c/DSC_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8990017759230463069</id><published>2008-12-31T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:15:56.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>The year 2008&lt;br /&gt;Blessings are what the year 2008 gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I' am back with what I want at the same time the decision of a family. School which I am counting that 2 years from now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There were trials that sometimes I feel I am bouncing in a circumstances but I tried my best to pick up where I bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My husband and I meet our year to celebrate our Anniversary. I feel blessed for that 8 years and counting for more. We are happy despite with our failures, sacrifices. I think that's why we keep on moving and moving because we believe Life is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Our pride and joy: Our son Carl that every day we learn something that day by day he is getting bigger and bigger. The discipline we give to him. The closeness we share to him. The trust we lend to him and mostly being closer more and more to our Almighty which we always tell. God can move a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For all the people who are close to us that never fails us to share their thoughts&lt;br /&gt;                   Thank you we always remember you in our HEARTS truly special.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;          And lastly we Thank you God for all the Blessings, for being there, for being so kind, for listening it is enough for us that you were there always beside us to listen and face the reality of life. In which we feel that God Loves us……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8990017759230463069?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8990017759230463069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8990017759230463069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8990017759230463069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8990017759230463069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-928528595394315882</id><published>2008-12-10T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:37:34.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ST-pryfETcI/AAAAAAAAATo/qTMVLK8JMNQ/s1600-h/Picture+075_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ST-pryfETcI/AAAAAAAAATo/qTMVLK8JMNQ/s320/Picture+075_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278123858053057986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your own little ways, I’ve learned to love you...&lt;br /&gt;Love you a bunch you have a place within my heart that no one else could fill.&lt;br /&gt;Coz you mean so much to me and you always will.&lt;br /&gt;Cares a lot so long as you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you until the end.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I'll go on caring as much as before maybe I'll love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;In this much uncertain WORLD this I knew is certain.&lt;br /&gt;                                   Happy Anniversary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-928528595394315882?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/928528595394315882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=928528595394315882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/928528595394315882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/928528595394315882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/ST-pryfETcI/AAAAAAAAATo/qTMVLK8JMNQ/s72-c/Picture+075_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-122955070756856876</id><published>2008-10-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:25:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I ?</title><content type='html'>I welcome myself again for my blog which I never cared for almost 5 months. Where am I at those certain months? Why is that I need to pause for a while and never started up again? Is that I don’t want to share the past things happened in my life? What really happened why I left?&lt;br /&gt;Quite questionable for others quite questioning to other bloggers who keep on reading but nothing to be read. I sip pretty much of coffee before my realizations come the weather is terribly perfect for me to booze it out now.&lt;br /&gt;That past month I have been very busy about something great happened in my life. I am back to school, and I am very much Thankful for the Nuns to Sister Genie for giving me the chance again to study for an exclusive here in our town. To be honest there is a comparison and a little pressure for me because I am a mom and married. But it never hindered my mind to stay and study. Yes I am busy like a bee for almost 6 months but I tried to manage life and a mom to my sun. It is difficult job but I stayed calm and pray harder that I would surpass it for a moment. Sometimes there are schedule that not much great to fetch my son but still I try to fixed it up. I feel the ache at that moment but never give more definition with it there’s more but never cared for it. I am brave enough to challenge time, lessons, even quizzes and examinations for myself as well as too my son and husband too. I am pretty reassuring but honestly I did it well because from all this things I made and take I know God would always been there for me to listen up, to be more confident in what am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am very much thankful for this wonderful future that keeps me in. It took me more years to finish my schooling but I now that for every sacrifices that brought me it keeps me more alive and it keeps me stronger. I would always update you guys about a Momschooler and a Mom of many chores.Thank you for reading this up and for having the time to listen. See yah! Have a blessed Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-122955070756856876?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/122955070756856876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=122955070756856876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/122955070756856876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/122955070756856876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I ?'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-557300315424787112</id><published>2008-06-27T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:25:22.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>              I would reminsce the time that schooling would be my 2nd priority after stopping for one year.I wouldnt imagine that from time to time i need a change.Changing for i know that it would be pleasing for everyone.Time flow as i reached again the challenge,to be an Achiever to be good as long as there are chaos.I manage time,i admit sometime that i failed from what other expect me to be but those expectations sometime are my failure too for giving it up.I coudn't assure anything from now but still trying my very best to cope up with some certain things "DISCIPLINE" and RESPONSIBLE.It's a matter of change,its a matter of Believing that there is a big  DIFFERENCE right now and afterwards.As i look at the calendar year, time would pass by and i would be a good one.I remember when i was a freshman College student,i know my dreams are.I am carefully planning myself and my family ahead of it.I know the sign of bitterness,i know the rule of looking awkward,i know how everyone think of me.But most i know myself really.As i grow and earn a maturity of life i decided i know i can make it,i know i can do it,i know i can be the better mentioning my individuality and uniqeness.I love being at the box,someday i could also out of the box.......  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-557300315424787112?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/557300315424787112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=557300315424787112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/557300315424787112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/557300315424787112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the Box'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8630842616244872170</id><published>2008-05-03T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T05:45:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Boiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I am not at the mood right now!Why? some people really love HURT people.To be honest my conscience is killing if i hurt people i know him or not.I have the reason to be mad with the person i could say NOT CONTENTED of what she has in life and i don't care what is the real score in his life.I guess it's not my problem.Huh! i hate that kind of people very rude,and i guess one thing is that she was INTIMIDATED if that was the right term to be called.I always passed out of the things she did to me but now I'm totally REALLY MAD.I don't care about you Bitch!II don't care of what you have in life.I really don't care whats happening to your Family Life.Your a Mom too,but you act like a childish and immature.I don't know the Real reason why you are mad at me the only answer i have in mind is you feel Insecure.If you want a better life do it with hardship and Sacrifices.I know you don't ever feel the satisfaction.I don't know what you want to do with your life.Don't mess my life.I am pretty much sure i never RUIN anyones life.I am honest as much as the people i love and care.&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 35px; HEIGHT: 22px" height=49 src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png" width=52&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8630842616244872170?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8630842616244872170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8630842616244872170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8630842616244872170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8630842616244872170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/05/extremely-boiling.html' title='Extremely Boiling'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-5068284895271332334</id><published>2008-05-02T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:56:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt; From the start i really love taking pictures not with any reason but because my model is Carl.Yeah right Baby pictures was a real hobby for me.I snapshot of Joy and the most memorable things about my little boy.Until he started schooling the First things he does was really really appreciated.First time he went to school and so on.....I never take it as serious as what other do.One March day it was Graduation of my pre-school of course who would say you dont want to take pictures of your beloved right?It was a little time but i make sure that i made it till it ends.The first Digicam we had is the Canon ixus&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://mlutinio.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBsi0woKCDYAAHp-Thg1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.mlutinio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBsi0woKCDYAAHp-Thg1/ixus_30_front_off.jpg?et=h3ZUBahS1mt1hrhm4eojhQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;what follows&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I dispose already the Digicam..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://mlutinio.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBsqnAoKCDYAAEV3Sb81"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.mlutinio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBsqnAoKCDYAAEV3Sb81/l.jpg?et=%2B4oqegF%2BeGKL%2C0vBnl5fHg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://mlutinio.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBspsQoKCDYAACxAtWA1"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://mlutinio.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBsqDQoKCDYAADOS4Xw1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://mlutinio.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBsqaAoKCDYAAD82HxU1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.mlutinio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBsqaAoKCDYAAD82HxU1/dx750_3q-001.jpg?et=QOxzfsEHvh0mW4bpyhQ15w&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://mlutinio.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBsqggoKCDYAAD8OGn81"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It never cross my mind someday that i would love Photography.Until hubby won the Kodak DX7590 at the office.And he gave it to me.I wouldnt like it so much or either appreciated it.Why because i complain often that it was too big,i dont want it.Maybe you can change it with some handy that i could put on my bag wherever i go.Honestly i complain most of the time i was not Happy with it.And incident happen that i have no more options after we sell the two Digicam.I have no choice on Carl's field trip i started loving it.And there was something that really amazed me really.It was the day when i started to said i think i would going to love photography.I love nature,i love the smell of the sea,i love to  dream under the tree at night it was awesome.It was a day for me to knew that i would gonna love it and i would be addicted with. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And now it was really for sure to start &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.mlutinio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBsrhwoKCDYAAFtwNvk1/a.jpg?et=1JUKo%2C%2BGsL3W9POrnpmWBQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-5068284895271332334?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5068284895271332334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=5068284895271332334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5068284895271332334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5068284895271332334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/05/weakness.html' title='Weakness'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3820913249067278850</id><published>2008-04-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:56:50.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.mlutinio.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBrI8goKCDYAAHzYVVo1/17.jpg?et=mpupX2KduNZOOdl2QWbjyQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I hate it when Carly Smithson got the lower votes! Glenn texted me about this.He knows a m a fan of Carly Smithson when Ramiele Malubay step back.I&lt;SPAN class=commentbody&gt; was really upset i just felt so bad for her , she deserves more then what she got from the voters, who are not voting by talent, if they where after the performances given from that night before we all know who would have been going home. I thought she did a great job on the song that shesang, Im a big fan of her and I know that she &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;not stop &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;from becoming a great singer. She will be a hit. There is something wrong with the system, its has become no longer a singing contest but a popularity contest, like a Chris Daughtry would be a huge star and David A. will not&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3820913249067278850?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3820913249067278850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3820913249067278850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3820913249067278850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3820913249067278850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/04/fanatic.html' title='Fanatic'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-7075226755720195188</id><published>2008-04-20T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:18:18.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asia Global Warming Early Warning Signs</title><content type='html'>The Asian region spans polar, temperate, and tropical climates and is home to over 3 billion people. As the climate warms, many mountain glaciers may disappear, permafrost will thaw, and the northern forests are likely to shift further north. Rapid population growth and development in countries like China and India will put additional pressures on natural ecosystems and will lead to a rapid rise in the release of greenhouse gases into the atmosphere unless steps are taken to curtail emissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;1. Llasa, Tibet -- Warmest June on record, 1998. Temperatures hovered above 77?F for 23 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Garhwal Himalayas, India -- Glacial retreat at record pace. The Dokriani Barnak Glacier retreated 66 ft (20.1 m) in 1998 despite a severe winter. The Gangorti Glacier is retreating 98 ft (30 m) per year. At this rate scientists predict the loss of all central and eastern Himalayan glaciers by 2035. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Tien Shan Mountains, China -- Glacial ice reduced by one quarter in the past 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Southern India - Heat wave, May 2002. In the state of Andhra Pradesh temperatures rose to 120?F, resulting in the highest one-week death toll on record. This heat wave came in the context of a long-term warming trend in Asia in general. India, including southern India, has experienced a warming trend at a rate of 1?F (0.6?C) per century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Nepal - High rate of temperature rise. Since the mid-1970s the average air temperature measured at 49 stations has risen by 1.8?F (1?C), with high elevation sites warming the most. This is twice as fast as the 1?F (0.6?C) average warming for the mid-latitudinal Northern Hemisphere (24 to 40?N) over the same time period, and illustrates the high sensitivity of mountain regions to climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Taiwan - Average temperature increase. The average temperature for the island has risen 1.8-2.5?F (1-1.4?C) in the last 100 years. The average temperature for 2000 was the warmest on record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Afghanistan - 2001 - Warmest winter on record. Arid Central Asia, which includes Afghanistan, experienced a warming of 0.8-3.6?F (1-2?C) during the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Tibet - Warmest decade in 1,000 years. Ice core records from the Dasuopu Glacier indicate that the last decade and last 50 years have been the warmest in 1,000 years. Meteorological records for the Tibetan Plateau show that annual temperatures increased 0.4?F (0.16?C) per decade and winter temperatures increased 0.6?F (0.32?C) per decade from 1955 to 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Mongolia - Warmest century of the past millennium. A 1,738-year tree-ring record from remote alpine forests in the Tarvagatay Mountains indicates that 20th century temperatures in this region are the warmest of the last millennium. Tree growth during 1980-1999 was the highest of any 20-year period on record, and 8 of the 10 highest growth years occurred since 1950. The 20th century warming has been observed in tree-ring reconstructions of temperature from widespread regions of Eurasia, including sites in the Polar Urals, Yakutia, and the Taymir Peninsula, Russia. The average annual temperature in Mongolia has increased by about 1.3?F (0.7?C) over the past 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Chokoria Sundarbans, Bangladesh - Flooded mangroves. Rising ocean levels have flooded about 18,500 acres (7,500 hectares) of mangrove forest during the past three decades. Global sea-level rise is aggravated by substantial deltaic subsidence in the area with rates as high as 5.5 mm/year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. China - Rising waters and temperature. The average rate of sea-level rise was 0.09 +/- 0.04 inches (2.3 +/- 0.9 mm) per year over the last 30 years. Global sea-level rise was aggravated locally by subsidence of up to 2 inches (5 cm) per year for some regions due to earthquakes and groundwater withdrawal. Also, ocean temperatures off the China coast have risen in the last 100 years, especially since the 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Bhutan - Melting glaciers swelling lakes. As Himalayan glaciers melt glacial lakes are swelling and in danger of catastrophic flooding. Average glacial retreat in Bhutan is 100-130 feet (30-40 m) per year. Temperatures in the high Himalayas have risen 1.8?F (1?C) since the mid 1970s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. India - Himalayan glaciers retreating. Glaciers in the Himalayas are retreating at an average rate of 50 feet (15 m) per year, consistent with the rapid warming recorded at Himalayan climate stations since the 1970s. Winter stream flow for the Baspa glacier basin has increased 75% since 1966 and local winter temperatures have warmed, suggesting increased glacier melting in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Mt. Everest - Retreating glacier.The Khumbu Glacier, popular climbing route to the summit of Mt. Everest, has retreated over 3 miles (5 km) since 1953. The Himalayan region overall has warmed by about 1.8?F (1?C) since the 1970s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Kyrgyzstan - Disappearing glaciers. During 1959-1988, 1,081 glaciers in the Pamir-Altai disappeared. Temperatures in the mountains of Kyrgyztan have increased by 0.9-2.7? F (0.5-1.5?C) since the 1950s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Siberia - Melting permafrost. Large expanses of tundra permafrost are melting. In some regions the rate of thawing of the upper ground is nearly 8 inches (20 cm) per year. Thawing permafrost has already damaged 300 buildings in the cities of Norilsk and Yakutsk. In Yakutsk, the average temperature of the permanently frozen ground has warmed by 2.7 ?F (1.5?C) during the past 30 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbingers&lt;br /&gt;18. Indonesia -- Malaria spreads to high elevations. Malaria was detected for the first time as high as 6,900 feet (2103 m) in the highlands of Irian Jaya in 1997. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Philippines -- Coral reef bleaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Indian Ocean -- Coral reef bleaching (inclues Seychelles; Kenya; Reunion; Mauritius; Somalia; Madagascar; Maldives; Indonesia; Sri Lanka; Gulf of Thailand [Siam]; Andaman Islands; Malaysia; Oman; India; and Cambodia). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Persian Gulf -- Coral reef bleaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Korea -- Heavy rains and flooding. Severe flooding struck during July and August, 1998, with daily rainfall totals exceeding 10 inches (25.4 cm). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Indonesia -- Burning rainforest, 1998. Fires burned up to 2 million acres (809,371 hectares) of land, including almost 250,000 acres (101,172 hectares) of primary forest and parts of the already severely reduced habitat of the Kalimantan orangutan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Khabarovsk, Russia -- Wildfires threaten tiger habitat, 1998. Drought and high winds fueled fires that destroyed 3.7 million acres (1,497,337 hectares) of taiga and threatened two important nature reserves that are habitat for the only remaining Amur tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Bangladesh - Link between stronger El Ni񯠥vents and cholera prevalence. Researchers found a robust relationship between progressively stronger El Ni񯠥vents and cholera prevalence, spanning a 70-year period from 1893-1940 and 1980-2001. There has been a marked intensification of the El Ni񯯓outhern Oscillation phenomenon since the 1980s, which is not fully explained by the known shifts in the Pacific basin temperature regime that began in the mid-1970s. Findings by Rodo et al. are consistent with model projections of El Ni񯠩ntensification under global warming conditions. The authors make a strong case for the climate-health link by providing evidence for biological sensitivity to climate, meteorological evidence of climate change, and evidence of epidemiological change with global warming. The study likely represents the first piece of evidence that warming trends over the last century are affecting human disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Lake Baikal, Russia - Shorter freezing period. Winter freezing is about 11 days later and spring ice breakup is about 5 days earlier compared to a century ago. Some regions of Siberia have warmed by as much as 2.5?F (1.4?C) in just 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Iran - Desiccated wetlands, 2001 Ninety percent of wetlands have dried up after 2 years of extreme drought. Much of South West Asia has experienced a prolonged three-year drought that is unusual in its magnitude. Out of 102 years of record, 1999, 2000, and 2001 rank as the fifth, third, and seventh driest on record. 1999-2000 was the driest winter on record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Pakistan - Longest drought on record, 1999-2001. The prolonged three-year drought, which covers much of South West Asia, has affected 2.2 million people and 16 million livestock in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Tajikistan - Lowest rainfall in 75 years, 2001. 2001 marked the third consecutive year of drought, which has destroyed half the wheat crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Korea - Worst drought in 100 years of record, 2001. It coincided with an average annual temperature increase in Asia?s temperate region, which includes Korea, by more than 1.8?F (1?C) over the past century. The warming has been most pronounced since 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155. China - Disappearing Lakes, 2001. More than half of the 4,000 lakes in the Qinghai province are disappearing due to drought. The severity of the impact is exacerbated by overpumping of aquifers. Annual average temperature in China has increased during the past century, with pronounced warming since 1980. Most of the warming has been in northern areas, including Qinghai Province, and in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.climatehotmap.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-7075226755720195188?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7075226755720195188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=7075226755720195188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7075226755720195188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7075226755720195188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/04/asia-global-warming-early-warning-signs.html' title='Asia Global Warming Early Warning Signs'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-463513064694134371</id><published>2008-04-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:15:29.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Global Warming Basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Educators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Climate Impacts  "An increasing body of observations gives&lt;br /&gt;a collective picture of a warming world&lt;br /&gt;and other changes in the climate system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC), 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This map illustrates the local consequences of global warming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINGERPRINTS: Direct manifestations of a widespread and long-term trend toward warmer global temperatures &lt;br /&gt; Heat waves and periods of unusually warm weather &lt;br /&gt; Ocean warming, sea-level rise and coastal flooding &lt;br /&gt; Glaciers melting &lt;br /&gt; Arctic and Antarctic warming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARBINGERS: Events that foreshadow the types of impacts likely to become more frequent and widespread with continued warming. &lt;br /&gt; Spreading disease &lt;br /&gt; Earlier spring arrival &lt;br /&gt; Plant and animal range shifts and population changes &lt;br /&gt; Coral reef bleaching &lt;br /&gt; Downpours, heavy snowfalls, and flooding &lt;br /&gt; Droughts and fires &lt;br /&gt;The map of early warning signs clearly illustrates the global nature of climate changes. In its 2001 assessment, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) concluded that, ?an increasing body of observations gives a collective picture of a warming world and other changes in the climate system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While North America and Europe—where the science is strongest—exhibit the highest density of indicators, scientists have made a great effort in recent years to document the early impacts of global warming on other continents. Our map update reflects this emerging knowledge from all parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although factors other than climate may have intensified the severity of some of the events on the map, scientists predict such problems will increase if emissions of heat-trapping gases are not brought under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase a copy of the map as a 3 feet by 2 feet display poster. Please note that the hard-copy versions of the map do not contain the recently added map points (points 90 - 156).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following organizations produced GLOBAL WARMING: Early Warning Signs: &lt;br /&gt;Environmental Defense&lt;br /&gt;Natural Resources Defense Council&lt;br /&gt;Sierra Club&lt;br /&gt;Union of Concerned Scientists U.S. Public Interest Research Group&lt;br /&gt;World Resources Institute&lt;br /&gt;World Wildlife Fund &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.climatehotmap.org&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 1999. Website design by UCS and WRI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-463513064694134371?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/463513064694134371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=463513064694134371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/463513064694134371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/463513064694134371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/04/global-warming-basics-new-points-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-6832639525569248804</id><published>2008-04-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:59:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i take Life seriously</title><content type='html'>Do i take life seriously?Do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask many question many times a long ago why those dreams of mine suddenly disappear.I ask Million of reason but nobody answer.I knock so many times to so many doors but they double lock it.I have many question that not yet solved i wanted to make clear about it but it seems they don't want to listen.So many years they broke my heart,so many years i kept inside me the Pain that goes on my head that sometimes it cause me A Hard Migraine.They snooze at me when they heard that i am crying still wondering if i have the places in their heart.I may not be perfect,I am only human that commits error on life.I was not good at any i knew that but i am deeply trying to reach but i know they dont want.Yes i became Cinderella once,I became Queen once,I became Princess Fiona,I became Snow white,I became Beauty and the Beast but i never became the Life i wanted to be.Why?? I dont know? I struggle life every now and then and i keep serching for the answer i keep myself busy as a Bee but there is always something missing.Why i should end LIFE as Simple like this......I have no intention why this things happen......I Breathe ,I Cry but there is always question fooling inside my heart and mind Do i take life seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-6832639525569248804?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6832639525569248804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6832639525569248804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6832639525569248804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6832639525569248804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-i-take-life-seriously.html' title='Do i take Life seriously'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-193764474556292100</id><published>2008-04-16T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:37:04.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY48lvxgkI/AAAAAAAAANU/pXMbaZ9hi_g/s1600-h/1_649415001m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY48lvxgkI/AAAAAAAAANU/pXMbaZ9hi_g/s200/1_649415001m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189898234166870594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will thought that swimming in Baguio is such a big NO NO.The climate in Baguio during summer was really hot but not compared in other Cities.Since i was a little one i've never tried to go on a swimming resort in Baguio although yes the most popular at that time was The Camp Johnhay now (Manor).This resort was featured at the local TV Patrol news early summer this year. Entrance fee for adults is PhP100.00 and PhP50.00 for children below 4 ft. This place is huge! It has a kiddie pool (heated!), 2 adult pools (a little heated) and a 30 meter lap pool. The 30 meter lap pool is for professional swimmers only. There were picnic sheds for visitors, which cost PhP 200.00. Grill and wash area are also available for customers. There was also a dorm and some cottages for people who want to spend the night, not sure with the prices though. The staffs are friendly and the place is clean. They are very strict with swim wears. But just in case you were not able to bring your own swimwear, they have swim wears for rent at a ranging from PhP25.00 to PhP100.00. The resort also has a coffee shop/restaurant and a nice parking lot. Overall, this place is very nice and it’s not far from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY4v1vxgjI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKjJtwRyVlI/s1600-h/1_146035465m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY4v1vxgjI/AAAAAAAAANM/YKjJtwRyVlI/s200/1_146035465m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189898015123538482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY1MlvxgiI/AAAAAAAAANE/8su9QenBTso/s1600-h/1_603605599m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY1MlvxgiI/AAAAAAAAANE/8su9QenBTso/s200/1_603605599m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189894110998266402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/SAY1B1vxghI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b0SGj0qIUsE/s1600-h/1_126316470m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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 I really missed my family.It was march then and palnning the great vacation since we cant afoford the vacation on some places so why not in Baguio so that Carl have a special bonding with his cousin and with hes Aunt and Uncle and of course with Lolo &amp; Lola.....It was a summer that truly remebered.Writing this stuff really excite me it was really a Blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Family Portrait.We attended my cousin wedding......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R_yrooEosgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GbpU61ifBTE/s1600-h/P1190253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R_yrooEosgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GbpU61ifBTE/s200/P1190253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187209585263948290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R_ysdYEoshI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Nke3KFw8cv4/s1600-h/P1190255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Only you can save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Week&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of such unwavering love, &lt;br /&gt;how do I "celebrate" &lt;br /&gt;the passion and death of Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;I often want to look the other way &lt;br /&gt;and not watch, &lt;br /&gt;not stay with Jesus in his suffering. &lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength &lt;br /&gt;to see his love with honesty and compassion &lt;br /&gt;and to feel deeply &lt;br /&gt;your own forgiveness and mercy for me. &lt;br /&gt;Help me to understand &lt;br /&gt;how to "celebrate" this week. &lt;br /&gt;I want be able to bring &lt;br /&gt;my weaknesses and imperfections with me &lt;br /&gt;as I journey with Jesus this week, &lt;br /&gt;so aware of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Holy Week&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of love, &lt;br /&gt;My prayer is simple: &lt;br /&gt;Your son, Jesus, suffered and died for me. &lt;br /&gt;I know only &lt;br /&gt;that I cannot have real strength &lt;br /&gt;unless I rely on you. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot feel protected &lt;br /&gt;from my many weaknesses &lt;br /&gt;until I turn to you &lt;br /&gt;for forgiveness and your unalterable love. &lt;br /&gt;Help me to share this &lt;br /&gt;strength, protection and love with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Week &lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving God, &lt;br /&gt;I am just beginning to realize how much you love me. &lt;br /&gt;Your son, Jesus was humble and obedient. &lt;br /&gt;He fulfilled your will for him by becoming human and suffering with us. &lt;br /&gt;I ask you for the desire to become more humble &lt;br /&gt;so that my own life might also bear witness to you. &lt;br /&gt;I want to use the small sufferings I have in this world &lt;br /&gt;to give you glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Lord, guide my mind with your truth. &lt;br /&gt;Strengthen my life by the example of Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Help me to be with Jesus in this week &lt;br /&gt;as he demonstrates again his total love for me. &lt;br /&gt;He died so that I would no longer &lt;br /&gt;be separated from you. &lt;br /&gt;Help me to feel how close you are &lt;br /&gt;and to live in union with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-248205398009046586?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/248205398009046586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=248205398009046586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/248205398009046586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/248205398009046586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-time-permits-nothing-else-say-these.html' title='If time permits nothing else, say these prayers each day of Lent.'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4294253247070001841</id><published>2008-03-21T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:24:27.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent.......</title><content type='html'>Praying Lent This Year &lt;br /&gt;Lent offers us all a very special opportunity to grow in our relationship with God and to deepen our commitment to a way of life, rooted in our baptism.  In our busy world, Lent provides us with an opportunity to reflect upon our patterns, to pray more deeply, experience sorrow for what we've done and failed to do, and to be generous to those in need.  We offer resources here to assist our entry into this wonderful season, from our preparing to begin Lent to our preparing to celebrate the holy three days following Lent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For centuries, the Liturgy of the Hours and the Eucharist have guided our Lenten reflection.  Inspired by these liturgies, we offer a simply daily prayer for each day of Lent and the Easter Triduum.  Each day, we share the Opening Prayer text for that day's liturgy.  This prayer is simple and, in many cases, memorable.  It alone could be repeated several times throughout the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also offer a link to the readings of the day, a brief meditation, a link to the Daily Reflection for that day and Intercessions from the Liturgy of the Hours.  Each daily prayer concludes with a spontaneous prayer we composed, as an example of the type of prayer each of us might pray, in our own words, for that day.  We imagine that some will have the time and desire to use all of the resources here.  Others may only have time for the resources and the Daily Reflections.  Visit the Site Index below to see what is available and what will be added throughout Lent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Our Lord grant us all the graces we need and desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.creighton.edu/CollaborativeMinistry/Lent/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4294253247070001841?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4294253247070001841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4294253247070001841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4294253247070001841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4294253247070001841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/lent.html' title='Lent.......'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-6701628259192164236</id><published>2008-03-15T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:36:00.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>"If today you hear his voice harden not your heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9y_ZiMXBbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7GbjpiM1EvY/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9y_ZiMXBbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7GbjpiM1EvY/s200/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178224116965508530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is our tradition to spend our vacation or the Holy week in Baguio.But when carl started schooling we all setup our vacation.Its been 3 years and a half we never spend the Holy week in Baguio.And now carl is already big and he knows already the meaning of Lenten Season we adjust to spend the old tradition way.I mean going to church on Holy Maundy and Thursday till Good Friday.Maybe the plan for the vacation in Baguio moved on April but thats okay atleast i have given the best part of Lenten season to carl.And i am preety much sure he will enjoy too the Easter Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-6701628259192164236?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6701628259192164236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6701628259192164236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6701628259192164236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6701628259192164236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/palm-sunday.html' title='Palm Sunday'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9y_ZiMXBbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7GbjpiM1EvY/s72-c/DSC00961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4009736134107836116</id><published>2008-03-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:59:25.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My simple wish</title><content type='html'>I am very emotional this day and a little senti.Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year i had been dreaming of things that i dont know when.I wish i would do it in the end.I crave for it every now and then and yet i dont know whats gonna happen to me.Its my future that i am talking.I am not going to failed i am preety much sure with that.But i feel pressure between a Mom and a Student.I know that i am not only one suffering this kind of emotional feelings.Call me the way you wanted but i will never give up that dreams.I know its the lifetime i will  hold.I always dream that i could walk with a Diploma to show.I dream of that someday.Someone i can hold on. This is now for a moment.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4009736134107836116?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4009736134107836116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4009736134107836116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4009736134107836116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4009736134107836116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-simple-wish.html' title='My simple wish'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3096555078101987904</id><published>2008-03-13T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:20:00.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9nupyMXBaI/AAAAAAAAAME/GWgU4f-29jE/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9nupyMXBaI/AAAAAAAAAME/GWgU4f-29jE/s200/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177431648254756258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hve many things i should share one of those are the love of blogging.Why?The time they invented the m0bile blogging.At first i was ignoring it.Since then i n0tice my phone that has access on BLOGGER i come to think i will try to learn it.And i was really amazed by the power of technology.I did it!Thats awesome. &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/8212051522506481452-3096555078101987904?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3096555078101987904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3096555078101987904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3096555078101987904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3096555078101987904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/much-fun.html' title='Much fun'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9nupyMXBaI/AAAAAAAAAME/GWgU4f-29jE/s72-c/DSC00958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1366932348533259709</id><published>2008-03-13T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:13:08.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYZc36AG0dE/R9npnINUraI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xA5UGB4nYNI/s1600-h/image-upload-29-747234.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYZc36AG0dE/R9npnINUraI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xA5UGB4nYNI/s320/image-upload-29-747234.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Crl gft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sample i made through the Mobile Blogging.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1366932348533259709?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1366932348533259709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1366932348533259709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1366932348533259709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1366932348533259709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mYZc36AG0dE/R9npnINUraI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xA5UGB4nYNI/s72-c/image-upload-29-747234.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3217712532288175245</id><published>2008-03-11T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T04:40:41.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets keep it secret</title><content type='html'>Hubby went home today.Its obviously his day off till thurs.He has a surprise for me i couldnt guess at first what was it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i open the the paper bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9ZrbiMXBSI/AAAAAAAAALI/bm3JluUan_I/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9ZrbiMXBSI/AAAAAAAAALI/bm3JluUan_I/s200/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176442942488249634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9Zs1yMXBTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tmiZXGrTCBw/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9Zs1yMXBTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tmiZXGrTCBw/s200/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176444492971443506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell it doesnt mean the cost but how i fall inlove with it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9Zt0SMXBUI/AAAAAAAAALY/awLPLuTcr7k/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9Zt0SMXBUI/AAAAAAAAALY/awLPLuTcr7k/s200/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176445566713267522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9Zs1yMXBTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tmiZXGrTCBw/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9Zs1yMXBTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tmiZXGrTCBw/s200/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176444492971443506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count it and look how much i love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9ZvFCMXBVI/AAAAAAAAALg/-8tDJ-JE_24/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9ZvFCMXBVI/AAAAAAAAALg/-8tDJ-JE_24/s200/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176446953987704146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3217712532288175245?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3217712532288175245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3217712532288175245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3217712532288175245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3217712532288175245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-keep-it-secret.html' title='Lets keep it secret'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R9ZrbiMXBSI/AAAAAAAAALI/bm3JluUan_I/s72-c/DSC00956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-769510203430779735</id><published>2008-03-09T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:42:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor doctor I am sick........</title><content type='html'>A night after the playday.I look into the cheeks of carl there is a symptoms that he has a fever.I checked the Temperature  and YES he has, 38 according to Thermometer, maybe a little bit tired....I immediately gave him Paracetamol.Saturday morning no trace of having a fever a playful boy who loves to bike and play on the ground either basketball or trying to be the next Manny Pacquiao i mean punching bag.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saturday night again i checked again its 39 oooooh my! whats happening again i did the same way....Sunday i told him to rest well no playful sign he sleep at the afternoon and wake up almost half to dinner.I thought he was really stress during those past week that he never stop playing in school since it was there playday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night again.On my shock everything are not fine.I aw the back portion of carl there are many red spot.I really dont know what is it.We went to the nearest hospital to check what was it....In short they suspected it as German Measles or Allergy.As a mom,especially when kids are getting sick i frankly ask the Doctor all my worries and all my question from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where he got does &lt;br /&gt;what are the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;what are the causes &lt;br /&gt;etc etc.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worries wouldnt stop and never stop until i saw that Carl is FINE really DOIN FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my husband immediately regarding Carl Rashes and what so ever.I dont know why Men are more calm rather than women.I am very worried while he is fine and saying "Fine i'll just call the driver early morning and just get ready with the car" ....Is that all.......Come on answer me all dear mom........Why????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when i was talking with the doctor,i ask what i will gonna do to subside those spot red things all over hes body except the face.The doctor said NONE all i want you to do is dont take any medicine and observe.I did not agree for what he wants i asked what kind of Laboratory i should do to detect what is it.She thought that i will never stop searching since i never stop asking and asking things.I'm just a WORRIED MOM Trying to do all kind of things just to see that my son carl is FINE.In short he gave me to this kind of test CBC count platelets.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the result:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-769510203430779735?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/769510203430779735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=769510203430779735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/769510203430779735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/769510203430779735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/doctor-doctor-i-am-sick.html' title='Doctor doctor I am sick........'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4938658433393448510</id><published>2008-03-09T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:07:41.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playday for carl</title><content type='html'>I was not around for 2 weeks.I miss everyones blog.I miss some of those person who appreciated my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Why i am not around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last February 29, carl has a "Playday" in school.I love the fun moments when me and carl join the contest.It was a fun event.I had the time to bond with my son and so with the other parents and teachers too.I never regret it.Carl invited me and very convincing that it will be fun.But sad to say that Hubby couldnt come since he was&lt;br /&gt;on work.(Frankly speaking he missed the fun but i know that work is work.)But thats fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We ended that special day with a bunch of laughter and stories to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4938658433393448510?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4938658433393448510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4938658433393448510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4938658433393448510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4938658433393448510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/03/playday-for-carl.html' title='Playday for carl'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3882228674316601985</id><published>2008-02-25T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:56:02.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Handle it with care.Fragile i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           Nice to see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Nice to hold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             I am addicted to you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              You made my time rewarding............&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R8NFvNJIaAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WbXON-loJV4/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R8NFvNJIaAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WbXON-loJV4/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171053474435590146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3882228674316601985?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3882228674316601985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3882228674316601985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3882228674316601985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3882228674316601985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R8NFvNJIaAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WbXON-loJV4/s72-c/DSC00944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4115189559129853963</id><published>2008-02-22T18:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:11:34.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Summer</title><content type='html'>How many days to count its already Summer Break.I am planning something good but very Educational things for carl.My hubby decided to take Carl a summer Taekwondo Classes.The next one is the Milo Summer Olympics (correct if i'am wrong with this).Third school of music since hubby love Playing instrument not only he love but a passion why?because he is a band member when i first time i met him.He played Guitar sometimes Organ sometimes on Vocals....Since then i have no problem of letting carl in on that Music Lesson.However, i always disagree of his choice.What caught my attention is the KUMON Center.I attend orientation of the Chief Instructor of the Kumon on our places.I have many questions regarding there Goals and there way of teaching.And after all i listen to there Point of Views well quite Interesting.I shared all what i oriented to my hubby he sees to it how i would like to enroll Carl on that center.When hubby got home we would talk about that planning something great for carl this summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I would like everyone to help me if you heard something about the Kumon Center.I am glad and really appreciated your comments regarding that.Thank you and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4115189559129853963?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4115189559129853963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4115189559129853963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4115189559129853963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4115189559129853963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/upcoming-summer.html' title='Upcoming Summer'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1831017595579266888</id><published>2008-02-21T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:35:51.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm glad he turn 7 last Feb 18.We celebrated at home with a simple pleasure of a child a cake,balloons,and hes all time favorite Spaghetti.Yeah theres a big difference when he turns 1 to 6 i called those event as a huge.But now its a big difference but still all hes wishes was done.A few weeks before his birthday we ask him what he wants he suggest with a gggles a Beach Party.I tried to talk about it to my hubby since he admit to me that he will formally gave a vacation leave at work its a 5 days leave.Honestly preety much good so that we have A Time for our son.For us we like some Bonding Moment for us to enjoy the vacation.It is very simple for us to bong talking of how will be going to raise carl,of how sacrifice we made about our marriage and sometimes we end up crying for the time we coudn't make up our responsibilities as well as those duties and task given to us since we wanted to be a proud parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As the day comes we fulfill what Carl wants....A beach Party.It is the very first time he saw a Beach we shared to him how God is good that he created special things like this and all he answer was WOW Wonderful! He enjoyed the day and go home that afternoon that full of stories how he swum,how he dive,how eager he was to do snorkling.........Wow busy day for him but never tiring i saw those eyes that full of wondeful and very interesting Birthday Celebration.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      On the day of February 18,we never plan to have a celebration with our dear Carl,His dad was still asleep while i prepared his breakfast and his meal for lunch in school.His dad wake up and greeted our Big boy a warmth Love and Kisses and say the word HAPPY BIRTHDAY.......Hubby talk to me and said lets give Carl Surprise Birthday Party,Since i have not yet recovered with the trip we made last sat about the beach party here comes the second.I said yes i will just prepared the spaghetti for carls schoolbus........And we started to go the nearest grocery to find the thing we needed for the Big Surprises we think think think about the things he love then the Cartoon Character he wants and really adore,the Cake he like,the colors of the balloon and shapes....Oh well we did it in 3 hours and tried to decorate it at home.Well a really big Surprise Birthday party for our one and only....I would never forget this blessing Gods has given us,the cherish we shared for him.For the love that never ends.I know there is so many reasons of having a child.I love you and you made us to be more responsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.JellyMuffin.com/images/i_love_you/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/images/i_love_you/images/16.gif"  alt="JellyMuffin.com - The place for profile layouts, flash generators, glitter graphics, backgrounds and codes" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.JellyMuffin.com/images/happy_birthday/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/images/happy_birthday/images/9.gif"  alt="JellyMuffin.com - The place for profile layouts, flash generators, glitter graphics, backgrounds and codes" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1831017595579266888?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1831017595579266888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1831017595579266888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1831017595579266888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1831017595579266888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-501987267454922570</id><published>2008-02-20T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:30:46.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time on a Beach.........</title><content type='html'>LOl&lt;br /&gt;       Yipeee.This the first time that Carl celebrated hes Birthday on a beach well as a first time i packed all the things needed it took me so long to do that since my two boys are reacting for the things i bring.They said to me "Mom are we going to the the beach at least 2 weeks?.I said why?Our things is overloaded already we need to put down other thing. I said a big "NO" dont do that things i bring are all important and for emergency purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i love the smell of a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to dream with the sound of a wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i fell inlove all over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-501987267454922570?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/501987267454922570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=501987267454922570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/501987267454922570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/501987267454922570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-time-on-beach.html' title='First time on a Beach.........'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4376198609874429863</id><published>2008-02-16T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:27:27.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.jellymuffin.com/generators/loveletter/letter.swf" FlashVars="t=&amp;m=I hope everyone had wonderful day. It's a wonderful day to celebrate the Valentines.I am happy for waking up that morning because my 2 boys greeted me with a huge LOVE,KISS &amp; HUG.I was surprised about their uniquness.Its a beautiful day really! &amp;f=How was your valentine then?&amp;px=32.9&amp;py=51.45&amp;i=8&amp;dom=http://www.JellyMuffin.com/generators/loveletter/" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="370" name="Love Letters" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="samedomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4376198609874429863?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4376198609874429863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4376198609874429863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4376198609874429863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4376198609874429863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/special-delivery.html' title='Special delivery'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-6049247894022448809</id><published>2008-02-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:49:42.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping everybody healthy</title><content type='html'>One of the most daunting aspects of becoming a mom is realizing that I'am responsible for the health and well-being of your family.My heart is more than willing to do whatever it takes to live up to this responsibilty,whether it is to have the poor little thing barf on you.Its been two days still Carl is still coughing&lt;br /&gt;and has a fever.Early morning he keeps on complaning things he loved going to school.I couldnt decide for that thing coz i see those eyes that not yet fully recover.I ask him to stay at home to rest but he doesnt want.Up to now i'am still looking over and over to my phone to see if theres a call from the school to sent him home.But no one....It's a 30 min ride to be on his school.O know to my heart that he is okay.I put some medicine for him to take it during Recess and during Lunch.I gave the instruction to his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Glenn (my hubby) share a story with me last night about his work.He filed leave this Saturday to have great time with me and carl since Carl will be celebrating his birthday this Monday February 18.To be honest i am very excited.He tells me that this is the only time he would spent his quality time with me and carl.I really appreciated that.And that is a surprise gift for carl.This is the very first time that Carl will be celebrating his birthday at the beach.First time since he was born.So i  get my tickler to write those things i will  bring even though i dont know yet where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And i to my excitement i need to go to packe our thing ahead of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-6049247894022448809?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6049247894022448809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6049247894022448809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6049247894022448809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6049247894022448809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/keeping-everybody-healthy.html' title='Keeping everybody healthy'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1855262446385305443</id><published>2008-02-12T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:12:16.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to beleive,just to ignore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i fetch my son in his school.He never stop telling me his story about the Basketball event he join in school.They won and those adrenalin moves he made according to him.I said "Job well done carl" he smile at me and said Thank you Mama.I never felt any thing about him he played with his co-schoolbus the "Patintero" which they loved to play everytime while waiting for others. Carl enjoyed that during the schoolday until last night when i need to touch his forehead he has fever.We call our family Doctor to check him up.Until the Doctor tells us that causes the fever is "Tonsilitis"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R7KSttJIZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/s_5mxKTAYGs/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R7KSttJIZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/s_5mxKTAYGs/s200/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166353036457043954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everytime he is sick i never stop worrying honestly i never sleep as much as possible.Maybe it is a routine for me evrytime he is sick i ask him always tell me where it hurts and he always said NONE.I said my 2nd question rate me how you feel and then he will said 0.Right now he did not go to school but keep on debating that i have too so many reasons to be in school.It is always our argue i dont know sometimes the reason behind it why he intended to go to school even though i know to myself that whenever the Nurse will gonna find out that thing i know for sure they will call me ASAP.Maybe i need some explanation about this.Anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How many days it's gonna be turning 7th.Oh my!My little boy is turning 7 already this Feb 18. My mom always tells me about this things that the more you plan especial event especially for a Birthday Person most of it got sick.I never agree with it.Is there anybody who could explain something about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1855262446385305443?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1855262446385305443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1855262446385305443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1855262446385305443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1855262446385305443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-i-fetch-my-son-in-his-school.html' title='I need to beleive,just to ignore'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R7KSttJIZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/s_5mxKTAYGs/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-5586519478014164018</id><published>2008-02-10T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:02:32.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Countdown for a Special Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-r6NJIZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3ZBtht37zdI/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-r6NJIZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3ZBtht37zdI/s200/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536314065971170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-rtNJIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nrEe2-RnClY/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-rtNJIZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nrEe2-RnClY/s200/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165536090727671762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-rgtJIZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2Zxz9L9WZCo/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-rgtJIZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2Zxz9L9WZCo/s200/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165535875979306946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-rQdJIZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8FXqurXrGNI/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-rQdJIZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8FXqurXrGNI/s200/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165535596806432690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-q_tJIZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JgrfnLJtaWE/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-q_tJIZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JgrfnLJtaWE/s200/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165535309043623842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-qgNJIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtHFopHB61o/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-qgNJIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GtHFopHB61o/s200/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165534767877744530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-pdNJIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/g58s_4OGHW4/s1600-h/carl-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-pdNJIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/g58s_4OGHW4/s200/carl-56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165533616826509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-o7tJIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zaRPCNLxmyI/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-o7tJIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zaRPCNLxmyI/s200/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165533041300891506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are well known for their love of good times.Their talent for drama,Their heart-stopping climbs.Their bold fashion statement,Their drive to explore,Their creative approach to what caryons are for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-ieNJIZ2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/QoQmGwXqbgs/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-ieNJIZ2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/QoQmGwXqbgs/s200/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165525937424983906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember those moments when the time i went to have my final chek-up.And still counting the days to gave birth.It was the day of the 10th of February i suppose to gave birth on Normal delivery but never broke my water bag.Still waiting for the right time to gave birth everybody are still trying that i can make it as Normal delivery but never work out.but nothing happens,it takes almost 8 days before everyone decided Until the Dr. decided too, go to Caesarian Section which is on my last x-ray says that the baby is on the cordloop way of my umbilical cord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a saw this pictures once again,still embrassing the moment i had with my first Baby Boy.I look into those beautiful eyes i would embrace the Hope of being a good mom.With those little  fingers that i would hold on tight.With those pinkish foot that i would carry him to the light of the world and those red lips that love to smell that i would teach him to tell the truth and speak the good words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!!! I fell inlove the feeling of being a mom and a wife.I couldnt exchange it the way i understand the value of being a parents....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-5586519478014164018?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5586519478014164018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=5586519478014164018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5586519478014164018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5586519478014164018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown-for-special-event.html' title='A Countdown for a Special Event'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6-r6NJIZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/3ZBtht37zdI/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-2813669564452343961</id><published>2008-02-05T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T04:49:09.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash wednesday</title><content type='html'>Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent and occurs forty days before Easter (not including Sundays). It falls on different dates from year to year, according to the date of Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6ha71SUrCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Obp4byK2HlQ/s1600-h/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6ha71SUrCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Obp4byK2HlQ/s320/ash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163476956742986786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest usually marks the forehead of each participant with black ashes, in the shape of a cross, which the worshiper traditionally retains until washing it off after sundown. The symbolism repentance before God (as related in the Bible). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Holy week is already been a month after.&lt;br /&gt;       Giving up or gaining something: trying spiritual practices for Lent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "From dust you are made and to dust you will return" - further reflections on ash wednesday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel called to fast, an often forgotten--but equally important--part of Lent is prayer and good works.Whatever you choose as your Lenten discipline, be mindful that you do it as an act of worship and in obedience to God. Keeping a stricter fast does not make you more holy. The point isn't to see how far you can push yourself, but to live "not on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours for a holy Lent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are comfortable sharing, I'd like to know if you are observing Lent so I can pray for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-2813669564452343961?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2813669564452343961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=2813669564452343961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2813669564452343961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2813669564452343961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/ash-wednesday.html' title='Ash wednesday'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R6ha71SUrCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Obp4byK2HlQ/s72-c/ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-6751733117691365955</id><published>2008-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:09:08.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All my life there's only two things I want to be: a housewife and a mother. But when I found out I was pregnant, I was so scared. It dawned on me that you will never be ready for anything until it falls on your lap (just like on my wedding day when I threw up and almost collapsed eventhough I know that I'm marrying the right one, but that is a different story altogether). And so, going back, after nine months of pregnancy and 19 hours of labor, I met the little one who is the cause of my unbelievable weight gain (yes, I was as fat as a refrigerator at 186 lbs!), edema, carpal tunnel syndrome and my ultimate happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a hands-on mom requires a lot of patience. There are times when I want to throw her out of the window when I'm so tired and couldn't figure out why he's crying. Most of the time, my arms are sore. Sometimes he kicks me when he jerks. When he started pinching, he would pinch me in areas unthinkable! I can't even stay out of the house for more than 3 hours because I would feel so guilty leaving hem eventhough I know that my baby is in good hands. I don't even have a "social life" anymore. My hair is in dire need of a good trim and a hot oil. I want to go on a "killing-me-softly" South Beach diet to lose the remaining 20 lbs. (yes, I lost all 45 lbs. thanks to breastfeeding and pilates) so that my clothes would look better on me but I can't because I am breastfeeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these are nothing compared to the joy he brings my life and my husband's. The smile he gives me when he wakes up in the morning makes me want to wake up no matter how much I would want to bury my face under the sheets. The sight of my husband and Carl playing and "talking" makes my heart want to do cartwheels. People who I don't really like but loves my son so much, I have made a 180 degree switch instantly. The first time he smiled, sat, hold her bottle, smiled at herself in the mirror, giggle, grab her rattle, "sing", say "ahh-pa", etc.. I was there to witness and experience them with her. And I couldn't be any prouder! It made me realize that there is another "stage mom" in the making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is my number one pride and joy. He makes me want to be the best person that I can be. As much as possible, I try to steer away from negative things to make hes world a better place. Because of him, my husband and I loves each other more. It's like we're getting to know each other all over again. A deeper kind of respect for each other and a deeper kind of friendship is slowly unfolding. From time to time, my husband thanks me and tells me that I am doing a good job in taking care of our little one, I feel reassured. But there is nothing more fulfilling and overwhelming than being told how well I am raising my shild... especially when it comes from a mother-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing about this, I don't really know. The happiness and joy I feel is just too much that I would want to pour out even a bit of it. John Carl Benedict and I still have a loooong way to go but I know that we will get by just fine, with hes daddy by our side. It's true what they say, that you will never know what true love is, until you bear and raise a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-6751733117691365955?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6751733117691365955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6751733117691365955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6751733117691365955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6751733117691365955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-my-life-theres-only-two-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3949350138950296942</id><published>2008-01-28T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:31:03.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes of life i guess............</title><content type='html'>I'm back........Oh this is the only chance i started to blog again and the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;reasons of it maybe a little busy doin the the job to my son carl and hubby too.And &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little preparation for our visitors since we had no nanny so i do the chores why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not right? Yeah its my hubby Uncle and Aunt who came from California and stayed here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with us.They arrived last January 24.Oh we missed them so much since there last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit on 2003. I dont want to missed special events and their Guidance they shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that full of Hopes of life and full of good things living in the States.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3949350138950296942?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3949350138950296942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3949350138950296942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3949350138950296942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3949350138950296942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/01/hopes-of-life-i-guess.html' title='Hopes of life i guess............'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-5582430340448702462</id><published>2008-01-01T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:40:08.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope 2008</title><content type='html'>I just open my email and receive this free horoscope i know its okay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Put off any big decisions for another day -- unless one of your resolutions is to be more decisive. In that case, push yourself hard, because it's going to be tough to choose between your various options.Yes to be honest when i think about positive things i really find my Horoscope then believe or not i believe on it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-5582430340448702462?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/5582430340448702462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=5582430340448702462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/5582430340448702462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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know it will be a brighter tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;         I dont want to guess but still i will hold on to Road of Life.&lt;br /&gt;          Lead me to the things i need to accomplish......&lt;br /&gt;           Be my light as i walk the talks of life........&lt;br /&gt;               Share me your innermost thoughts and i know &lt;br /&gt;                 I will survive as long i have a best Comapnion like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-2575314745129740661?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2575314745129740661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=2575314745129740661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4252878483437247462</id><published>2007-12-30T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:33:59.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Carl and I attended the Sunday Mass.We plan to go the Victory Liner (Bus Stop) to get the Vegetables which my mom freight it from us coming from Baguio.Yeah i am a little bit excited coz i will going to eat and made Salad for Glenn.Thats a Mom hand pick from the Market of Baguio or mostly they called it (Hilltop).I keep on thinking what to made on the Eve of New Year.My hubby will be home tomorrow.I am excited i just finish my grocery list before going home.Carl is busy playing PSP so i couldnt ask that well what foods he wants to eat.Anyway we need to go home then to look for all the vegetables that mom bought us.....THANK YOU MOM.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was amaze with the vegetable compared the one i am buying at the supermarket they are all big,green and still fresh especially when i saw my favorite the Romain Lettuce.Since mom bought plenty i decided to share it to my Inang.( Hubby's grand mother).She love it so much and she appreciated it so much.Actually Inang Cooks food very well as in .Name the food you want and she will gonna cook it.She is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay!That is the happening of this beautiful day.As i am walking home coming from Inang house suddenly theres a big QUESTION MARK for me.I find myself thinking so hard.I just realize How would i start the Year 2008.Where i should begin.I have tears in my heart of how i will survive the coming year.I just hope................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1376295685633459553</id><published>2007-12-28T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:06:52.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping the Year..............</title><content type='html'>Have a Blessed day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;This year many things happened to me as i go back and fondly remember my day by day moments....It's a life that full of interesting things,a life that full of sacrifices and hardship.And gives a meaning of who am I.Let me start my year all way round with so many Surprises (i should say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    January 2007 - It was the time i was schooling then (june 2006-2007) and my son Carl stayed with a nanny whom i consider a blessings to me bec. of so many reason.While i am away she takes good care of carl and hubby too when hubby is Off Duty.Its a hard day job for me cause when im home i do the chores but its paids me a lot when you see your 2 adorable boys smiling and kissing you......Its a Life of a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Februay 2007 - How great this month that our little Baby Carl turns 6th on the &lt;br /&gt;18th.Hes getting bigger everyday,hes funny kid,a loving son and a very sweet boy.Oh as imagine and thinking How we do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    March   2007- Oh i guess this is the last i had been waiting for end up for the school year 2006-2007 as i planning where to spend our vacation and Carl will be graduating to Preparatory and entering the real world of Elementary Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    April  2007 - As we planned our vacation Hubby and i planned about Carls transferring to another school which is away from our home maybe a 3o minutes drive.It is the planned which i do not talk for my husband in one day...I had been thinking it over and over why?&lt;br /&gt;   1. Carl would be adjusting from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;   2. I needed to STOP schooling  bec. Carl will need me a lot i would be a Stay at  home Mom.Since we never hired Nanny anymore Finances are Low and we need to save a lot from Tuition fees and other Expenses.So i need to take it all that responsibities as a Mom and still hoping we will Survive in this matter.Its been a discussion for me and hubby bec. i wanted to continue schooling to help him to all the Expenses.But then i realize that i needed to agree with him because that really matters...Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    May 2007  - Well well as i prepared myself for a Special Routine as SAHM and i wanted to be ready when Carl goes to school this June.I am excited.I started planning what my baby will eat during Recess and Lunch so that i would stop him for giving a money.Anyway Carl is not allowed into "Money thing" i mean since he went to school i never give him a money that is why the reason he never went to Canteen.And we went to the school for the Screening Test and he passed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    June 2007  - I am very busy for writing the Expeneses and do the Tally.Yes this is the month which i called "SAVING MONTH".Its the start of buying School Things,Fees,Books.......Mommy out there you know what i mean for this month right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    July  2007 - Yeah a busy day for me fetch and wait for carl...Since school bus is better but i needed to double checked if carl would be comfortable.This is the day when i saw and think about that Carl is already knew the Routine,time,places in school since he was a transferee.ADJUSTING PERIOD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    August  2007 -Yeah a BLAME IT ON ME! Since i knew that Carl is okay adjusting period is over we decided to leave carl already from the time the School Bus will fetch him until he went home.One day as we waited for him to arrive terrble things happened he went home with so many blood on his uniform and what i saw Oh my! A Big Scratch on his CHIN...As i looked into it,It is not OKAY....I panic and started yelling what happened!Og My i remember i will not be okay until i will knew what happened what the cause.Until i went to the nearest clinic and ask what to do since the Dr. is our relative he says that I would not allowed to do any certain things for that just do the First Aid.Oh it really relieves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  September  2007 - This is the day that Carl missed his Granpa &amp; Grandpa.Since he was 1 month old they love him so much maybe he is the first apo,first niece,first great great apo.Yeah to be honest on his dad side he has lola in talampakan as what the older used to called.....And when the time came hes lolo and lola migrate at U.S when carl is only 4yrs old but they went home twice a year.And then after 1 yr they went home at this month.Carl enjoy the 3 weeks vacation.He always say that lolo will fetch me in school ang will be going to the mall after school,yeah carl is some kind a Spoiled especially to lolo and lola maybe thats fine bec me and hubby some kind  No if its not needed.I dont want to call it strict bec.sometimes i give when he done good things....Yeah carl enjoyed the day when lolo and lola went home....He missed them so much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  October  2007- Yes this is is! Its a big day celebration for me and dear hubby bec we celebrated hes birthday on the 1st while i clebrated my Day on the 31st well a little funny right we eneded the month full of FOODS.And yeah this is the only time we celebrated our day with No kid,no chaperone but still thinking with carl....&lt;br /&gt;Actually its our very FIRST DATE since carl was born....While a celebrated my Birthday at Baguio its a beautiful day for me since i have the time to get bond with my family especially my Mom.A lot of memories i ever shared.....I love this moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    November  2007 - We set up our Christmas tree,we look for a better color of Christmas lights and we decorate in in our simple garden.My hubby decided to give me a tickler to write down those people who really touch,help,guide (all in one) that really touch our hearts for the whole year.We give our time and effort to give the better gift from them to Thank them so much ......This is the things that challenge us really but funny too......I love shopping to its some kind of therapy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    December  2007 - On the 2nd week of the month i'am not yet finish finding Gifts and wrapping too.Finally on the 20th i already finish it.Carl holds the Christmas Party of hes school bus friend here at home i cook Spaghetti and Chicken and Special Buko pandan and they enjoyed well. Carl enjoy the Christmas and we want him to enjoy not only the day but teach him well what is the Spirit of Christmas is.We started to mention the meaning of Midnight Mass up to the time Jesus was born.It is very precious to  tell stories.And i oblige myself to hear the good news of the Lord so i Completed the Midnight Mass. I am happy. That is my precious gift for myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now the New Year is much awaited for.I started doing my New Year Resolutions.Let the Year started of Good Life.Good Health.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1376295685633459553?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1376295685633459553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1376295685633459553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1376295685633459553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1376295685633459553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-blessed-day-today-everyone.html' title='Wrapping the Year..............'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-7723878806723111754</id><published>2007-12-24T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T05:43:20.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R3Dq2YXqcKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VQlpkAqRPkA/s1600-h/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R3Dq2YXqcKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VQlpkAqRPkA/s320/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147872594060013730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just prepared our foods for Noche Buena and as of now as i have a time to blog on and share what we prepared.Yeah a little bit excited while i cook the foods which my two boys love Baked Macaroni,and Steak with a few Barbeque and Hotdogs with marshmallow. Just waiting for the church bell to rung so that we can prepared ourselves to attend the Mass Service.As we waiting for the time carl started to open some of his gift at the Chritmas tree he thrilled so much and giggle.Today as we celebrated the Christmas its been Merry for me and carl.I had so much reason to be Happy compared to last year cause hubby works in a call center and he apply for hes VL-as early but things needed to be like that which is not granted. And spend on us on the 25th yeah a little bit sad i wish i could escape the nightmare same on the night of New Year.Oh well that ends up ........Maybe there is a reason to be like that and i dont want to blame anyone.......&lt;br /&gt;   And where going to the church already to here the Good Message of the Lord.....To  each of one who Inspired me to write on I Love you all And God Bless you May Jesus the great master give light to your mind give peace to your soul give love to your heart and bless you and your loved ones this yuletide season&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed Christmas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.JellyMuffin.com/images/holidays/christmas/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/images/holidays/christmas/images/55t.gif"  alt="JellyMuffin.com - The place for profile layouts, flash generators, glitter graphics, backgrounds and codes" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-7723878806723111754?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7723878806723111754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=7723878806723111754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7723878806723111754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7723878806723111754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/12/midnight-mass.html' title='Midnight Mass'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R3Dq2YXqcKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VQlpkAqRPkA/s72-c/Photo-0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-8481994741730599145</id><published>2007-12-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:50:47.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very happy for having a good friend and for Inspiring me here on blog. I honestly read there blog as often as i can sometimes i dont mind the hours..... They are the person who first commented on me.To be honest when you are the first time blogger you never think who the person will commented you but actually it really flattered me when i receive there comment i giggle bec its the first time.Sorry i'm just a person who has the reason to be happy.This is me really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To Marz and Alexandria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing those thoughts and good way of raising your kids you inspire me with the way you discipline your children as well as love and respect to you as a mom......Your so special to me.... Merry Christmas to you and you touch my heart.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-8481994741730599145?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/8481994741730599145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=8481994741730599145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8481994741730599145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/8481994741730599145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-very-happy-for-having-good-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-6647543091080117244</id><published>2007-12-22T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:14:56.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share your blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R22-woXqcGI/AAAAAAAAAII/uZQT5sWBIco/s1600-h/100_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R22-woXqcGI/AAAAAAAAAII/uZQT5sWBIco/s320/100_1278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146979691834011746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started already our first gift giving with all those people we love and those people that we want to Thank for not only for being a good person but also dear to our hearts during those hard time.This year has many memories before i leave the year.My hubby got a promotion this year,while my son give us the special reward a parent like.If you read about my short stories regarding how glad and proud we are as a parents to carl......So many blessing happened,that we used to Thank For......&lt;br /&gt;Our list of those people need to Thank For has Wrap with Extraordinary Gift....It is not expensive but i guess the effort we gave thru packaging and selecting the best would give meaning.Let me share our simple christmas tree together with the garden me and hubby tried to made it to give and share to carl the thru meaning of Christmas and sharing the Blessings most especially to less fortunate has given me the reward here inside in our hearts.I enjoy the holiday........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-6647543091080117244?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6647543091080117244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6647543091080117244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6647543091080117244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6647543091080117244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/12/share-your-blessings.html' title='Share your blessings'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/R22-woXqcGI/AAAAAAAAAII/uZQT5sWBIco/s72-c/100_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-2628275964698729584</id><published>2007-12-08T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:14:35.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I counted how many years i had been married to the man i love.Its been 7 years now still counting and looking forward for the wonderful life God has given us a couple.I remember that year 2000 when i was 19 years old and Glenn is only 21 at that time.We get married in an early stages that every teenager enjoying there time schooling and enjoying life.But i never regret for doing the hardest job ever get married,raising a family,responsibilities duties and so many.I accept it because he is the man i love and set my life and love forever to the man i really sure and love.So many things happen and still watching and dreaming that we will surpass whatever it is.I have so many reasons to fight for the years before we fulfilled what we had today and tomorrow and i know that the battle will never stop till i don't know when but i just want to keep on holding to God that everything will be okay.I believe that "Family prays together stays forever" for so many instances in the circle of married couple you need someone to hold on right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what matter for me as of now is to Thank God for everything.For the 7Th year anniversary we had today still reminiscing the day i got married.......&lt;br /&gt;              Happy anniversary.....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-2628275964698729584?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2628275964698729584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=2628275964698729584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2628275964698729584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2628275964698729584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-counted-how-many-years-i-had-been.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1053865144551196525</id><published>2007-12-02T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:43:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me......Mommy</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very busy this past few weeks for our room decor actually its not a decor about this coming season but before and after Room.We started to buy some new things in our room to make it a room a better room since carl is already 6 years old i have to say bye bye to those bottles,milk,wet bed and stinks smell of those diapers...Oh well until we finished the final transformation ill post some pictures of it as soon as possible i am willing to open our simple room for everybody and i want you to comment.Since then we never buy an expensive things just fix those old and paint that suits.I just organize those little papers of my bagets from Quizes,Unit test,Quarter test,Drawings that he done all were all set to go to the nearest Book binding shop for a memorable keepsake to our little one.Its nice to rember all things that really fascinated us.I love remebering those old days when carl was a little boy i am very much fond of special memory.I started collecting what he done almost everyday pictures first cut of hair,nails,footprint,everything.I already finished all those pictures and special memory when he turns One (1). Really!&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago since i got preggy to carl i gave up using the name Malou on my birthcertificate and just started to referring to myself as MAMA.As in:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey baby give mama a kiss"&lt;br /&gt;"let me see what part really hurts"&lt;br /&gt;or " Rate me 1-10 how much the pain is"&lt;br /&gt;I knew to myself what is my real name so when i study to some Exclusive Girls school&lt;br /&gt;My classmates greet me not really mentioning my name but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Gud morning Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our dog i heard he was calling me Mommy too....&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the real name,but you know who i am.Theres a big trash can in our room and every time i clean the house i have many pockets just to make sure that whenever i clean the house evry thing are all good and no little papers and little drawings or iether any tapes on the wall that i really dont know what exactly that means a drawing of carl,or sometimes a a note.Believe it or not i need to pay our electric bill when its my turn and paid actually what i bring is carls drawing of some cartoons =&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My prayers are often frantic and generally specific ( Lord please help my child throw up in those little piece of paper bucket and not on the wall.At times i pray to be made invisible during PTA meetings when they need someone to.I wash my son faces with spit and my thumb.I have 8 eyes on the back of my head just like at the movie Monster Inc.I have ears that can hear Cookies being eaten underneath the table.As i dreamed of a life that was not planned around nap time.I'm the one frightened voices call for in the middle of the night.I'm the one who changes wet sheets at three in the morning cooking Lunch for school getting ready with there breakfast when they wake up and most fervent pray-er,encourager of dreams and holder of hands.I am a tear wiper and boo boo kisser,You know i love my life.i love my role,i love who i am .I am a Mother,mom,wife.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1053865144551196525?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1053865144551196525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1053865144551196525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1053865144551196525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1053865144551196525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/12/memommy.html' title='Me......Mommy'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-9137672906095975172</id><published>2007-11-27T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:40:40.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i have a date,since hubby is not around i have a great and handsome  date my son Carl.I'am a very excited for having carl as my date it's been 3 weeks since the last time we dated.We ate and just hanging around in some amusement center which my son are very much excited.At first we just plan to watch movie since the movie we wanted to watch is not yet showing we decided to just play and eat.Oh i tried to figure things out how very much HAPPY i am to see my little boy growing up and those smile i love to see everytime he giggles with those beautiful eyes that full of laughters.After that hes favorite store -Magazine- carl loves  magazine especially the disney oh very fanatic!Of course we couldnt go home with atleast 1 magazine to buy.Paying at the cashier as everybody are shouting theres an earthquake oh my !i just hold my son arms and i said dont panic as he look those pictures of men and women and said mom lets go home and never mind those magazine ill be fine if we go home.Intensity...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-9137672906095975172?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3950344291528814800</id><published>2007-11-14T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:22:35.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy busy rainy day</title><content type='html'>Oh! Well people think there are some weird thing about me.Maybe because i am happy to see its raining.I love when its raining the teardrops never stop as i am fun looking at the window with a cup of coffee on my hand wow! cool for me.I love it!&lt;br /&gt;On my window as i see i lady wearing a businees attire i hope the weather is not good fo her as she is frowning her head like Raining is a big monster to her and to her attire too.As i see a bad mood for her having a big bag on the right hand and a left folding umbrella to the left she is definitely on a temper.A few minutes left i saw a student hurrying herself maybe she is late already in school.I think of many people passing by i try to observe their actions together with there expression towards the rain some are good some are bad even when its shining shimmering splendid they have both reactions for it some wants to rain and others want to shine.As my husband has a little business on a farming side i guess people there as other farmer are much happy today because its raining the grains needs it i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i love the sound of a rain and as i watch every drop of it ,i find myself quiet and i can relax my day and reminsce a few minutes, for the blessing had given us,for the warmth and relaxing time for myself i guess this is a perfect for me.Heavy days for other busy days for people but quiet and reminscing time for me.I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3950344291528814800?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3950344291528814800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3950344291528814800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3950344291528814800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3950344291528814800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/11/heavy-busy-rainy-day.html' title='heavy busy rainy day'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-2763956203329523881</id><published>2007-11-13T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:00:36.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I learn</title><content type='html'>5 months ago i am still searching for so many parenting issues that will keeps me busy.I started  my own Journal at yahoo on my own Notepad.Since then i started to realize i needed somebody to comment what i wrote,share my point of view and to learn for my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;As i keep on searching at Google i found the site Multiply thru my classmate in Psychology namely Aron (otso) as what i used to call him.He always been a second the motion for my thoughts and ideas.Later on i decided to delete him to be my contact due to some reason.But later on i talk to him for doing that i couldnt take well all his insight because of some nudity and some malicious words that are not appropriate well i think he was just a teenager loving about hypnosis and so on....And he understand me thank you for that =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a journal right?I find it as my own diary about what is going on in my everyday life its been rewarding especially for me that i can breath in some way sharing my adequacies in life.I tried to open my site to everyone so that i can read there own idea,there opinion of how they can survive the everyday life in a simple but positive outlook.I have read several:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. COUPLE story it made me comfortable to know what is the bottom line about living the good life "understanding" each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Cooking lessons it made me realize  the meaning of "The Greatest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.I learn to cook well and sharing it with my own family&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes we ended on a dining hour by hour.Which means there is a tender loving care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Raising a wonderful Angel- Yeah i admit the first trimester is the most adjusting period for us.Oh well all i can say is - "I SURVIVE"! but very rewarding it made us to be more responsible and be a BETTER COUPLE. I love this event i have learned everything being a mom being me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Friendster of course how can you forgot this site which i search for my old friends, new found,,relatives, clan, batchmates which is definitely one of the most active site i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.A big "THANK YOU" to a special person even i did not meet her personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being open to her private life.&lt;br /&gt;For trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;for being a good mom,&lt;br /&gt;A good daughter&lt;br /&gt;A good wife,&lt;br /&gt;A good person indeed&lt;br /&gt;A good friend to her friends &lt;br /&gt;A sweet lady on her own way&lt;br /&gt;For appreciating people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very rewarding yet precious one to me that there are person like her that never gives up whatever may happen.That i find she has a positive outlook in every aspects of life.I salute you for all of this.That God puts a dream in your heart that he brings the opportunities across your paths,and you step in boldly in faith,you move forward with confidence knowing that you are well able to do what God wants you to do.God wants to do a new things in your life and you did it......&lt;br /&gt;There is such a big reason for me to be THANKFUL  to you LOUANN. Oh never ending  thank you again for sharing your blog that i knew on my own way i meet you in a simple way ,i learn ,you inspired me as what i said on the day i comment on your site up to now.Take care always=&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-2763956203329523881?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2763956203329523881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=2763956203329523881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2763956203329523881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2763956203329523881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-learn.html' title='what I learn'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-2899974171571057609</id><published>2007-11-09T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:26:40.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>november 1, 2007</title><content type='html'>Oh its nice to be back here on my own blog.Oh i missed to read the blog of fellow member most especially the Inspiration thoughts of Louann.&lt;br /&gt; Last October 31,as i wish i celebrated my Birthday at Baguio City together with my family.It is such a happy day for me coz i have so much fun talking to my mom about everything since we went there no space at all.And carl enjoy hes one week vacation with hes cousin,playmate name gio who is also havin fun when we came oh what a great week for us.I miss my sister karen who is much a baby bunso to me that never stop talking about her work and how good to be "Promoted" well cheers for that and Congratulations! &lt;br /&gt;NOv 1, we stayed home and light a candle for all the souls we prayed for especially to my dad,to my grandfather ,my uncle,and my cousins.... Actually we missed that day due for some reason but tried to make it on Nov 2, oh well i missed my uncle jun  died during the holy week when havin a party at Gimbals that time hes such a simple man and very funny person i dont know why he need to end like that he died stab wound on his chest just because of simple things that he never meant.It is hard to let go,it is very hard to just give away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To our loved ones:&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                                Since your gone&lt;br /&gt;                          dont ever think we have leave you&lt;br /&gt;                          for our soul will be your shade &lt;br /&gt;                          And our spirit will be your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Don't felt we have left you&lt;br /&gt;                          for our shadow will always guide you...&lt;br /&gt;                          The angels may weep&lt;br /&gt;                          but our LOVE for all of you&lt;br /&gt;                          will never cease....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-2899974171571057609?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/2899974171571057609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=2899974171571057609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2899974171571057609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/2899974171571057609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;You never would have died &lt;br /&gt;In life I loved you dearly &lt;br /&gt;In death I love you still &lt;br /&gt;In my heart you hold a place, &lt;br /&gt;That no one could ever fill &lt;br /&gt;It broke my heart to lose you, &lt;br /&gt;But you didn't go alone &lt;br /&gt;For part of me went with you, &lt;br /&gt;The day God took you home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-6283774117493598725?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6283774117493598725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6283774117493598725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6283774117493598725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6283774117493598725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-dad.html' title='Dear dad,'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3687295015297949258</id><published>2007-11-03T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:46:49.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>wrappingmyworld&lt;br /&gt;a reconstructuion of a metamorphosis...&lt;br /&gt;unfolding the secrets of anthesis...&lt;br /&gt;inbloom we try so to inspirit...&lt;br /&gt;plainly blinded by the colors of deceit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowned by the cigarrettes and too much ciders...&lt;br /&gt;years searching for long erased answers...&lt;br /&gt;to find out the reason for my petty tetany...&lt;br /&gt;and change the course of our written destiny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3687295015297949258?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3687295015297949258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3687295015297949258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>wrappingmyworld&lt;br /&gt;Finally i take a deep breath before writing what happen to me last Oct 16,at 2:00 in the afternoon.My my mind keep on asking the question over and over if i had to share it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I packed my son carl  things on my bag.I decided to ride a jeep going to hes school.I made hes favorite juice and a french fries homemade.I ride a jeep i paid the exact amount until one of the passenger come and sit beside me.The jeep is noy full yet but still mving then the passenger beside keep on looking at me through and through i never waste my time into some things like that or i said that maybe i'm mistaken that he is looking at me.I didn't mind it anyway.As i notice he put on his cap and hold hes napsack tightly.# minutes we were all at the town and i saw a balisong ready for an attack with me,i dont know what to do i was very nervous,my heart never stop pumping.Oh God help is all i can answer.The feeling i could imagine i'm shaking then and from my hurry i   jump from jeep and to my shock i feel down at the road my head bump on a cement oh GOD! Everybody are all shouting at the jeep,i feel numb about it as my my eyes open i decided to get up and to my hurry i went to the carpark  it was dark i dont know where will i go really crying and shaking i was thinking maybe the man finding me where i am.My spine keep on aching my elbow has a big scratch but not bleeding.I went to the comfort room to clean those bruises and my pants are wet bec of the juice i throw it already at the garbage.God! as i realize i need to fetch my son it was already 3 o clock.As i saw a tricycle i ride.Oh GOD i felt i was helpless,I am alone,I was traumatized until i went home i need to tell those.....I never stop crying.I am home already but sudden experience that i dont want to happen was all done...Up to now i am traumatized&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-106508148854230670?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/106508148854230670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=106508148854230670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/106508148854230670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/106508148854230670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/10/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-4401117814705554189</id><published>2007-10-20T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:59:10.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wrappingmyworld&lt;br /&gt; No one is perfect but most people are good,that people can't be judge only by their worst and weakest moment;that harsh judgement can make hypocrites of us all that a lot of life just showing up and hanging on; that laughter is often the best and sometimes the only responses to pain.Perhaps most importantly i learned that everyone has a story -of dreams and nightmares hope and heartache,love and loss,courage and fear,sacrifices and selfishness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-4401117814705554189?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/4401117814705554189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=4401117814705554189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4401117814705554189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/4401117814705554189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/10/wrappingmyworld-no-one-is-perfect-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-749005881264730341</id><published>2007-10-07T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:33:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sore eyes plus Tlc</title><content type='html'>I wake up to prepare carl breakfast while he and his papa still sleeping as the alarm clock strikes at 5'o clock time to wake my bayby carl never open he's eyes and started to rubbing his left eyes and when papa glenn woke up oh he hug carl and said Baby you have sore eyes and i think you'll not gonna make up going to school.Well the little boy keep on crying and as i heard the little noise it was carl crying and i ask what happen and glenn told me he has sore eyes and i ask stop crying lets find a medicine drop for eyes.And of course carl don't want to hear any words when it comes to school all he want is to go to school even it has a heavy typhoon or whatever but this time i need to tell him nicely why he should not be going to school, but i did not won since he said i need to go to school today because i have quiz in Science,"I dont wanty to missed it ".Since the left eye is not much as red as it was i need to cooperate and i talk to my husband that we will be alert as soon there is a phone call coming from the school that he needs to go home till 9:00 past 10 i received a phone call coming from the clinic of carl school that i need to fetch carl because of the sore eyes that will maybe affect of some of his classmates.As soon i arrived at the clinic i saw some kiddies lying at the bed some have colds and flu etc.... and waiting for there parents to arrive.As i fetch  carl from that clinic i got a prescription coming from the doctor what to take and what to do having a sore eyes.....I couldn't believe  that including me and hubby will gonna have sore eyes oh well,i can cure myself and carl but my dear hubby was in manila oh how could i give my 100% TLC- - (Tender loving care) if i could not see whats happening.Just a phone call instruction is all i can make since hes not around.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i take all what the doctor advice and it only takes 2 days before carl,your's truly and dear hubby  finally okay and yesterday time to relax his and our eyes for a ready and a good preparation today Monday for school,at home &amp; at work.  And now the sore eyes are already cured no more shadow from it i just make sure that carl,your's truly and hubby will be able to go back to our chores today Monday...Bye bye sore eyes ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-749005881264730341?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/749005881264730341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=749005881264730341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/749005881264730341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/749005881264730341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/10/sore-eyes-plus-tlc.html' title='sore eyes plus Tlc'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1559859456809459991</id><published>2007-10-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:05:52.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 24/7</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday to you.........&lt;br /&gt;       It's my husband birthday and it's special occasion for us.....And to be honest it's our first date ever as husband and wife too....Since we got married no formal date for us it's always we plus our little boy. Yes it's nice to have a date with a little boy by your side that you end up with your date us nanny right?.This time it's just we and dear sister's......That end's up a happy and feel free just a little while.Manila is not very far 2 1/2 hours from Tarlac....And our date destination would be Manila.....Whew away from the fields and fresh air and&lt;br /&gt;hello to the busy streets and heavy traffic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And carl stay at Tarlac with his grandpa and grandma (glenn-side) who totally came from california who are happy to bond with their first apo.And glenn carl's dad whisper me to say if i i give some brief to carl about where to sleep during the night when mama and papa would be away.The secured words i said is "Everything are all sets i itemized carl what to do and explain very carefully to him where mama &amp; papa would go for two days.And i think the best way to do with the kids if they keep on asking some question is to say the truth and don't make any alibi...right?&lt;br /&gt;And carl dear grandpa couldnt help but to ask us if he could have time with hes apo  if it's okay to treat carl somewhere at Toy Kingdom we just nodded Yes dad...Then grandpa and carl went to SM pampanga-Toy Kingdom.And us turn our way to Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we couldn't figure out the feelings we had since we left carl with his lolo and lola...Hubby keep on texting and calling 24/7 just to update him about our little one although we knew carl can manage his life because he's already 6 yrs old compared to a month old,i mean once you give a meal he will eat and finish it,he can take a bath on his own and wear hes uniform as easy as it,fix all hes school things brush hes teeth ,comb his hair everything i mean.Why we need to worry about if we knew that everything would be fine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1559859456809459991?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1559859456809459991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1559859456809459991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1559859456809459991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1559859456809459991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-247.html' title='Birthday 24/7'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-7862672212316280851</id><published>2007-09-21T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:05:13.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple but  ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RvPPaxJk4pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8JduVwv4QY8/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RvPPaxJk4pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8JduVwv4QY8/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112658060772696722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fri to be exact sept 7, its my firts time in to get my son Report Card.I am nervous to hear the comments of my son of being good or naughty at school..I arrived at 2:00 in the afternoon i just first pick him up and he keeps on jumping about what her teacher said about him.First i couldnt understand what he uis talking about  and all mom are looking to us.II said baby talk slowly huh this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl: Hi mom i love you very much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:Then ,tell me exactly what your teacher said to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carl: Oh! mom I 'am on the Top Ten list of Of grade 1 Elementary department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh my is that true? I feel i'am blushing to the max.....My heart never stop pumping    and very much excited....I couldn't speak but just a glimpse of smile and never stop kissing carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stepped at the Elementary Dept. A cool feeling touches my body and  my eyes look like i saw some ghost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Congratulations to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Outstanding Pupil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 John Carl Benedict R. Tinio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Grade 1-BLUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We went home full of laughters and excitement and he's dear dad is very much excited about what he's son accomplish and the following day Saturday a dream of my son to have a great time malling and play a game at To'ms World Amusement Center.He never stop playing and never stop giggling and finally having a great Lunch with our little date carl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't express the feeling that my son is looking forward for some great things that we couldn't teach him to do.We never push him to be one of the Honor List at school all we want for him is to study and enjoy being a kid.But darn being serious and very much dedicated is the things he does well that is much preety good,But atleast there is a motivation that comes with him alone at early age.Everyday he gives  us surprise the last time he just won the "Poster Making Contest".Oh my dear carl you made us very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it some kids wants to be simple?Is it  because we show the same feeling and reaction towards him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we treat him because he deserve it:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-7862672212316280851?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7862672212316280851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=7862672212316280851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7862672212316280851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7862672212316280851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-fri-to-be-exact-sept-7-its-my.html' title='Simple but  ROCK'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RvPPaxJk4pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8JduVwv4QY8/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3036823921483096528</id><published>2007-09-03T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:21:24.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>September begins on the same day of the week as December every year. &lt;br /&gt;               September's flower is the aster or morning glory. &lt;br /&gt;                    September is Library Card Sign-Up Month. &lt;br /&gt;                         September's birthstone is the sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; September the month which i begin to countdown.Oh i love it and very much excited for the coming events......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  My In laws will be here in the philippines on the 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                     On 17th it's my Dear mom's birthday she will turn 57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RtzO8siaJEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qFIjm0KKhno/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RtzO8siaJEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qFIjm0KKhno/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106183619674252354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-3036823921483096528?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3036823921483096528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3036823921483096528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3036823921483096528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3036823921483096528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RtzO8siaJEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qFIjm0KKhno/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-1003682965460514657</id><published>2007-08-28T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:36:42.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>There's no place like home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Since i got married i need to move out to my husband home which is located at Tarlac to be exact (la paz) of course living with my in-laws are hard.We started our life us husband and wife and my son born there too.My husband did not finish yet he's college since we got married just like me too.Everybody calls us "immature".I was 19 just turn 20 that time &amp; my husband is 22 then.I was pregnant that time with our first baby,some people are hard to please and i couldn't understand why,some are easy but they were stabbing us back.Being a teen mom that time was very hard i couldn't imagine why i made all that kind of stuff.All i wanted to happen to me that time is to be strong and accept what will be the cause.There were times that i just hide at the bathroon just to cry and comfort myself.I need to hide,hide hide &amp; comfort,comfort comfort myself to ease the pain that i heard and see.I dont want to show that emotions  to my husband so that it may not cause trouble to me and to them.I hide it and begin to sacrifice.I always said to myself that "I Love my husband and i married him so i need to love all her family......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i born my son CARL everybody change just like nothing happens i just  embraces what is new and dump what's the past.I need to be patient and understand what is life all about.Life is full of challenges and i need to agree with it.Believing what is life makes me heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few years back that is the only time i need to confessed that to my husband  he said to me: You know, i know that time there's something wrong.I feel that when you always look at me.And i am happy for you that you remain silence and did not argue my family it took you years before mentioning me that but i guess you heal and learn to forgive and sacrifice....I am glad your my wife i am not wrong for lovin you and marrying you.....After that i thank GOD for that the most for being my strength and my mom inspite of everything she teach me to be like her.I love you both...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8212051522506481452-1003682965460514657?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/1003682965460514657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=1003682965460514657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1003682965460514657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/1003682965460514657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-9083166258040889138</id><published>2007-08-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:31:28.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you both'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rsy5KMiaI4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/DmDxk70WLOc/s1600-h/953581947m[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101656062719304578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rsy5KMiaI4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/DmDxk70WLOc/s400/953581947m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Id love this GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=200,height=137,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://faboulous.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/118660144m_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just started having a nice conversation with my best pal in town "GLENN".We had a nice conversation everytime we talk.We always say:&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: You know it when you see it।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tellme what is happiness.And I went to famous executives who boss the work ofthousands of men.They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as thoughI was trying to fool with themAnd then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out alongthe Desplaines riverAnd I saw a crowd of aetas under the trees withtheir women and children and a keg of beer and anaccordion......&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was dreaming who will succeeds in life or who fail most.I wonder why there is such a reason for everything....BUt now a days i learn how to control what are still my dreams need to fulfill?I set my life and mind to stick first for what i wanted,I am honor and yet lucky for what i will accomplish later on....People who doesnt believe in there dreams are called FAILURE...I dont wanted to called like that.Like i always insist Driven is about passion....Once you love it you'll go for what is GOLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Happiness'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rsy5KMiaI4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/DmDxk70WLOc/s72-c/953581947m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-6766791788954055836</id><published>2007-08-03T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:21:53.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't give you material things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't think of any other way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to show that i'm really thankful to have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But i think this word help me to do it in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All the days of my life you bring me good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no harm,you provide me with love and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guide me with your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You clothed me with strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You gave me confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are my everything co'z...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You understand my feelings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma thank you&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks ma,for sharing me your joy and your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank's ma,for sharing me your Bad and Sadness Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank's ma for giving me financial and emotional support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank's ma,for loving me,glenn and carl.But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; for letting me try to enter and to live in this interesting and wondeful world and be with my very wonderful mother.Ma you're one of a kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&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/8212051522506481452-6766791788954055836?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/6766791788954055836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=6766791788954055836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6766791788954055836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/6766791788954055836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/08/mamas-page.html' title='Mama&apos;s Page'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-9199602671383513095</id><published>2007-07-30T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:22:37.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For every walks of life i always visits the church,i take it as my vocations.I would not missed the Novenas every wednesday to Our mother of perpetual help and friday Sacred Heart...If my husband has the day off on wed or either fri he join me going to church.When i saw some mommies carrying their child at the church i said to myself that i will pray for you that you will be the best mom to your kids.I love doing that i don't know why?Even i am praying @ home i always included all the mommies at home or @ work or abroad to my prayers.I know that being a mommy has the hardest job some of it if i am not mistaken(oh! wait i dont want to beat all daddy's out there)I'ts not the way you think who are the best.Anyway i pray for them to have a healthy realtionship with there children and to their hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isn't it bad that i pray to those mommies that i do not see or i dont know?Anybody help me?&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/8212051522506481452-9199602671383513095?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/9199602671383513095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/9199602671383513095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-daily-prayers.html' title='My daily prayers'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-7886730320378363923</id><published>2007-07-30T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:18:02.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest "BALM"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RrQaAvFzZcI/AAAAAAAAADk/UDn4UXsT4UQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094725678406002114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RrQaAvFzZcI/AAAAAAAAADk/UDn4UXsT4UQ/s400/images.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq69IvFzZVI/AAAAAAAAACs/eVjXesfkP98/s1600-h/ros6107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;        The greatest balm for me is my FAITH. I've always believed that nothing in my life will happen without God allowing it to. I do worry but I am at that point when I truly believe that I can pray to God for anything. What I cannot do, He can easily do. That reality is such a source of much comfort for me. The people who hurt me will get their just desserts. They can try and try till they are blue in the face but the truth is always the best vindication. Nothing can really beat that. I am more resilient now. What they have done is going to catch up with them. I believe in karma. I haven't diminished their karma by being vengeful or hitting back at anyone. All I want to be is a good mother and friend. I believe that I'm enjoying my life more. Getting myself involved with the things I love doing most. The outgoing side in me has been born again. I have a life. Even now with all that I have before me, my priority still stays the same. It is more important for me to simply be a good mother, friend, and a good person. That is what I always pray for.&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/8212051522506481452-7886730320378363923?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7886730320378363923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=7886730320378363923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7886730320378363923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7886730320378363923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/everymom-is-included-in-my-prayers.html' title='My greatest &quot;BALM&quot;'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RrQaAvFzZcI/AAAAAAAAADk/UDn4UXsT4UQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-5022315665645001928</id><published>2007-07-30T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:28:06.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/RrQMk_FzZbI/AAAAAAAAADc/T_AxRXtPxPk/s1600-h/album_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094710908013471154" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq64S_FzZQI/AAAAAAAAACE/kjJt9YhcvuQ/s400/Prodigal_Father_Christian_sculpture_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jul 28, '07 11:52 AMfor everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I dream of something great and adventure, that's my trick to myself before going to sleep so that i have an adventure dream.I know how my dreams started i of something scary and something that really amaze me.Because of the tiring trip we had @ baguio i am very much tired that i could easily fell sleep without dreaming some adventure things.Suddenly i saw the shadow of my dad looking at me just like a little girl wants to embrace he's dad tightly and to whisper a soft word "i love you"...I always saw him in my all i wanted is to hold he's hands ,to feel that i love him.And i just woke up with a teary eye. I really don't know if i am pretending that night,after all this years i know i am longing for him.I still don't know he's messages to me since he died when i was 1 1/2 years old,i grow up with just a glimpse of picture of him.I missed my daddy.i don't know yet how to have a father since then, there is an activity in school or whatever things that involve a family portray i feel those emptiness.My mom told me that my dad is a great man,he's very intelligent and a hardworking one...My mom share always stories with us when we were little that dad is a navy and at the same time a man. My dad had a cardiac arrest that's why he died.Everything is meaningful to me about my dad...I wish that i could hug him,i know that he's only message to me is to cheer up when i think of him.&lt;br /&gt;Dad i missed you so much i figure out why do we need to depart so early i love you always,i am a little girl now .....&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/8212051522506481452-3288472722115317762?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3288472722115317762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3288472722115317762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3288472722115317762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3288472722115317762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/jul-28-07-1152-amfor-everyone-i-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq64S_FzZQI/AAAAAAAAACE/kjJt9YhcvuQ/s72-c/Prodigal_Father_Christian_sculpture_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3648492532930465528</id><published>2007-07-29T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:10:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>message to my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Message to a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq618_FzZOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T6enVOre7pE/s1600-h/album_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093208287935161570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq618_FzZOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T6enVOre7pE/s400/album_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a child…. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always felt the warmth of your love.I know how much you love your kids Thank you for that.I know the agony of a mother like you.Who always dreamed for the best of everything for her children.Then she would end up disappointed I know how much you wished that someday.You would see your children successful in their lives and how envious you are of the parents who have professional kids.(career wise)Since I was a child I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been aware of your restless nights and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sleepless&lt;/span&gt; nights.Whenever I am sick..I am thankful for that.I know how worried you are whenever I complain about my health,how supportive you are to your kids,for them to achieve their goals.How I wish I could repay you or rather offer something that would make you happy very very very happy,to show or prove how thankful I am for having a mother or great one like you! This message of mine is sealed with my love and sincerest thought! &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/8212051522506481452-3648492532930465528?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3648492532930465528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3648492532930465528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3648492532930465528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3648492532930465528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/message-to-my-mom.html' title='message to my mom'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq618_FzZOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/T6enVOre7pE/s72-c/album_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212051522506481452.post-3864749695849243521</id><published>2007-07-29T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:28:39.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why it can matter more than IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq65ofFzZUI/AAAAAAAAACk/tBdb8OwOtqg/s1600-h/100_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093212333794354498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq65ofFzZUI/AAAAAAAAACk/tBdb8OwOtqg/s320/100_0958.JPG" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq64nvFzZRI/AAAAAAAAACM/2iwX5E5Wvd0/s1600-h/100_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093211221397824786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq64nvFzZRI/AAAAAAAAACM/2iwX5E5Wvd0/s400/100_0973.JPG" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What are emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq642PFzZSI/AAAAAAAAACU/K4I67fP34GU/s1600-h/100_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093211470505927970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHQgfBNyQNE/Rq642PFzZSI/AAAAAAAAACU/K4I67fP34GU/s320/100_0971.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"It is ith the heart that one sees  slightly,what is essential is visible to the eye" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Journey&lt;br /&gt;I serve as a guide in our journey through insights into the emotions,a voyaged aimed at bringing greater understanding to some of the perplexing moments in our own lives and in the world around us.The journey ends how you understand what it means--and how to bring intelligence to emotion.The interplay of brain thet rule my moment of rage and fear---or what i say is my passion and joy---reveals much about how i learn the emotional habit that can undermine my best intentions,as well as what we can do to subdue my destructive or self-defeating emotional impulses.Most important,the neurological data a window opprtunity for shaping other people emotional habits.As i observe in everyday life the basic flair for living is intelligence:being able to rein in emotional impulse,read another's innermost feelings,handle relationship smoothly---As Aristotle put it,the rae skill "to angry with the right person,to the right degree,at the right time,for the right purpose,and in the right way".If there is a remedy,i feel it must lie in how we prepare our young for life.One solution is a vision of what can educate us bringing together mind and heart.&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/8212051522506481452-3864749695849243521?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/3864749695849243521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=3864749695849243521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/3864749695849243521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>My purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=i"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm basically a whimsical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=happy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy person.i see beauty and magic in evrythin dat surrounds me.ive been known as a pattern breaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=i"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i deviate from tradition. not dat i do dat on purpose or to make any sort of impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=i"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dont even care about dat to say but more so because ive adopted a different belief system. respect evryone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=evrythin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;evrythin because the goal of each man's life is to complete emancipation from all discord of every nature and this is sure to be attained by all. i understand also dat our minds magnet the things we think about so i like to keep it on the plus side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I become more capable of making INTELLIGENT CHOICE and find greater SELF DIRECTION.I lead my life.I take the full charge of myself.I become wiser in my LEARNING &amp;amp; UNDERSTANDING Learn more from my day to day EXPERIENCES.I continue to gain that KNOWLEDGE which will help me to GROW and become HAPPIER.I become more FLEXIBLE AND INTELLIGENT in solving our PROBLEMS and find HAPPIER SOLUTIONS that are acceptable to me and if possible to others too. I experience FREEDOM and CREATIVITY bec of 3 person that comes to my life. I become more effective in gaining better COOPERATION from others. I do realize that i do need people for leading a HAPPIER life. I work,not merely for gaining approvals from others.I do so in terms of MY OWN PURPOSES.&lt;/span&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/8212051522506481452-7753610837202880846?l=inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/feeds/7753610837202880846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8212051522506481452&amp;postID=7753610837202880846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7753610837202880846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8212051522506481452/posts/default/7753610837202880846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inlovewithallthingsbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-purpose.html' title='My purpose'/><author><name>mlu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13481241455903645171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lcax8Y2S0/TejnIbfROmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S5YPBPSmIWE/s220/DSC_1025.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
