<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870</id><updated>2009-11-07T13:40:23.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Its a simple story of my life as a mother, a wife, a homemaker. A different life, now that I am no longer a single entity, but to look after persons who are dependent on my strenghts, abilities, love and happiness. What changes are going to happen and challenges to face in the future. My life, I am now sharing with you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-8976233123187303128</id><published>2007-06-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:30:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick at work - literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its my first day at work last Monday...and I am sick ...yup.. literally sick. Last friday after being exposed to the pollution (after staying at home for a long time) I got home with colds na. I guess being at home has its advantages...so at work, I can not use the phone as much as I want to make calls na...because the clients might think that they are talking to a guy...hehehe...husky na nga ako, nadagdagan pa ng ubo't sipon so equals husky na ngongo pa...Just imagine how my voice sounded over the phone...hay!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is very hard for me to leave the house every morning, coz everytime I wake up for work, Sam also wakes up. She's used to sleeping beside me kasi, so she knows whenever I have to get out of bed. Before I leave, super kiss ko na siya, and although she's just 7 months, she knows na that I am leaving her to her yaya (super love ko si yaya - I'm blessed to have her!). I feel like crying (OA ba? well mothers out there knows what I am talking about) whenever I walk out from the gate and sees her eyes, sad and longing for me. And as I walk away from the gate, I always look back coz I want to have my last look of her before I leave. I always put my fears aside (for my childrens' safety) and lift it up to God, coz I might not be able to leave if I will always worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for my son Paul, naku, he's the opposite of Sam, he's so HAPPY whenever I leave for work...coz wala ng contrabida sa buhay nya...hahaha...he will not here me shout and say NO!...STOP IT! and ENOUGH!!! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am really excited going back to work...bad trip lang coz of this bug...hay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope by next week I am ok na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-8976233123187303128?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/8976233123187303128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=8976233123187303128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/8976233123187303128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/8976233123187303128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sick-at-work-literally.html' title='Sick at work - literally'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-2334983234505421169</id><published>2007-06-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:35:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am suffering from separation anxiety...I thought that babies only suffer from this.  I read form one article that the baby will cry and will have a hard time to let go if the baby sees her mother crying and having a hard time too...whew...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am due to work on the third week of June, I have only less than two weeks to go, and everyday I pray that when the time comes that I have to leave every morning to go to work that Sam will not suffer so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard...really..if not I would not be forced to get back to work...Someday, I want my children to realize and to know that my decision to get back to work is not just for me to be able to give them material things, but for me to be able to give them a good and secured future.  My time with them might be lessen ... I might not be able to be with them physically 24/7, but I will always be there for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-2334983234505421169?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2334983234505421169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=2334983234505421169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/2334983234505421169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/2334983234505421169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-3684851432828090507</id><published>2007-05-10T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:48:48.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL8BRo83LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-67XoleoTgc/s1600-h/04052007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062886029963091122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL8BRo83LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-67XoleoTgc/s320/04052007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm back......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy taking care of my sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a break from our daily routine...we went out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed blogging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can have time for this again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL8yRo83MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aFCFfkzW9Z0/s1600-h/04052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062886871776681154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL8yRo83MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aFCFfkzW9Z0/s320/04052007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL9pho83NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6USQCeXu-AE/s1600-h/04052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062887820964453586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL9pho83NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6USQCeXu-AE/s320/04052007(001).jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL9pho83NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6USQCeXu-AE/s1600-h/04052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL9pho83NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6USQCeXu-AE/s1600-h/04052007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-3684851432828090507?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3684851432828090507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=3684851432828090507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3684851432828090507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3684851432828090507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RkL8BRo83LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-67XoleoTgc/s72-c/04052007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-273294394378211752</id><published>2006-12-01T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:48:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RXfDFmC4B_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPeF6lW8daE/s1600-h/244467802s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RXfDFmC4B_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPeF6lW8daE/s320/244467802s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005684011724965874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S A GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SAMANTHA IRENE is exactly two weeks today...she was born November 18 of this year.  I am really happy because she's healthy and beautiful (got her looks from mommy - -  who else..hahaha!!!).  Although my OB-GYN told me that he had a problem with my delivery (the situation calls for a CS delivery) but, because he's so good...hay...thank God he heard my prayers...it was a Normal delivery!!!! (next topic na lang ang detailed birthing kwento ko!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy and I still can not believe that I have two kids na...and I really thank God for the advance Christmas gift...He gave me what I really asked for...a baby girl...and a very healthy and loving child.  Eventhough Sam is just two weeks old, I can really tell what kind of person she is...and I am happy that I gave her that name, it fits her personality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who prayed for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-273294394378211752?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/273294394378211752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=273294394378211752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/273294394378211752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/273294394378211752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/12/d-day.html' title='D DAY!!!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fGFFq8fWVDU/RXfDFmC4B_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DPeF6lW8daE/s72-c/244467802s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-7902825568184306442</id><published>2006-11-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:06:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYTIME NOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family and friends asks me when is my due date, and I would answer them:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ANYTIME NOW!!!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, it’s NOVEMBER and it’s the month for our Baby Sam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure about the exact date but my instinct tells me that if not next week, probably the latest will be the third week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Last night, I was experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions (tightening in the uterus - which means that its a sign that my body is preparing for labor) and I kinda panicked coz I still have a lot of things to do in terms of fixing and preparing Baby Sam’s stuff and clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, even though I was not feeling well, I asked hubby to help me clean and put up the crib and pack our things for the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to make sure that I am prepared and ready to go when my water bag breaks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since this is my second pregnancy, the advantage is, I know now what to expect and to feel if I am really in labor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike last time, I had no idea …clueless…!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not that nervous but I am  kinda worried, I hate the labor part…and the preparation for delivery…its where the nurse will ask a lot of questions while one is experiencing so much pain…as if I can still remember the exact date of my last menstrual period while in labor…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, I would not be able to post a lot in my blog for the next couple of days coz I am now busy preparing for Baby Sam’s arrival…so, I guess good bye for now…coz when Baby Sam arrives, I will be very busy taking care of Sam…I can probably write here once a month na lang…bahala na…hehehe!!!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Please pray for me and Baby Sam…thank you!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;By the way, my ob-gyn told me during my weekly check ups (thrice already) that he thinks Baby Sam is a girl!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope so!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-7902825568184306442?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7902825568184306442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=7902825568184306442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/7902825568184306442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/7902825568184306442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/11/anytime-now.html' title='ANYTIME NOW!!!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-2735217599853183224</id><published>2006-10-24T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:06:00.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A MEAN Mom &amp; PROUD of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got this from my co-n@wies (hi mys!!!) and I really liked the message here.  Now I truly understand why my mom was very "mean" to me when I was growing up.  Please read below and you'll understand what the word "mean" really means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a son, I am proud to say that I am a MEAN mom too...someday, Paul will also realize what my true intentions and motives for being one.  I LOVE YOU Anak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Moms&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my children are old enough to&lt;br /&gt;understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will&lt;br /&gt;tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you&lt;br /&gt;enough to ask where you were going, with whom,&lt;br /&gt;and what time you would be home.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to be silent and let you&lt;br /&gt;discover that your new best friend was a creep.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours&lt;br /&gt;while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to let you see anger,&lt;br /&gt;disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must&lt;br /&gt;learn that their parents aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to let you assume the&lt;br /&gt;responsibility for your actions even when the&lt;br /&gt;penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I loved you enough to say&lt;br /&gt;NO when I knew you would hate me for it.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm&lt;br /&gt;glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.&lt;br /&gt;And someday when your children are old enough to&lt;br /&gt;understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.&lt;br /&gt;Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the&lt;br /&gt;meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids&lt;br /&gt;ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.&lt;br /&gt;When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was&lt;br /&gt;different from what other kids had, too.&lt;br /&gt;Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all&lt;br /&gt;times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She&lt;br /&gt;had to know who our friends were, and what we were&lt;br /&gt;doing with them. She insisted that if we said we&lt;br /&gt;would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.&lt;br /&gt;We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve&lt;br /&gt;to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We&lt;br /&gt;had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to&lt;br /&gt;cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash&lt;br /&gt;and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie&lt;br /&gt;awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;She always insisted on us telling the truth, the&lt;br /&gt;whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time&lt;br /&gt;we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had&lt;br /&gt;eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!&lt;br /&gt;Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn&lt;br /&gt;when they drove up. They had to come up to the door&lt;br /&gt;so she could meet them. While everyone else could&lt;br /&gt;date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.&lt;br /&gt;Because of our mother we missed out on lots of&lt;br /&gt;things other kids experienced. None of us have ever&lt;br /&gt;been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's&lt;br /&gt;property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have left home, we are all educated,&lt;br /&gt;honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean&lt;br /&gt;parents just like Mom was.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is what's wrong with the world today.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't have enough mean moms!&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;(And Their Kids!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-2735217599853183224?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2735217599853183224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=2735217599853183224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/2735217599853183224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/2735217599853183224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-mean-mom-proud-of-it.html' title='I Am A MEAN Mom &amp; PROUD of it!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-1404792793306827784</id><published>2006-10-19T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:44:26.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batang-Bata Ka Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been so strict with my son, everyday we go through a lot of shouting and saying no's...I know this is not good, maybe I am being too hard on Paul.  I just want him to be a good and obedient boy.  I know, I should try to understand that his just growing up and exploring his world.  As of now I really can not explain it to him coz I know he will not understand me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was having a hard time sleeping again, so I took my hubby's mp3 and listened to it.  I heard this song and I thought to myself that this song really describes what I really want to say to Paul when he grows up.  I heard Sugarfree's version of Batang-Bata Ka Pa by APO Hiking Society.  Like what I've experience when I was growing up, I had a lot of questions why my parents, especially my mom, was kinda strict.  Now that I have a son and soon another baby, I've come to realize that they just want the best for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my baby Paul...please forgive mommy for being so strict...someday you will also understand.  I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATANG-BATA&lt;br /&gt;By: Apo Hiking Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batang-bata ka pa at marami ka pang                         &lt;br /&gt;kailangang malaman at intindihin sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang totoo&lt;br /&gt;Nagkakamali ka kung akala mo na ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;ay isang mumunting paraiso lamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batang-bata ka lang at akala mo na na alam &lt;br /&gt;mo na ang lahat na kailangan mong malaman&lt;br /&gt;Buhay ay di ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Tanggapin mo na lang ang katotohanan na ikaw&lt;br /&gt;ay isang musmos lang na wala pang alam&lt;br /&gt;Makinig ka na lang makinig ka na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan talaga ang buhay lagi kang nasasabihan&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat ikaw ay bata at wala pang nalalaman&lt;br /&gt;Makinig ka sa 'king payo pagkat musmos ka lamang&lt;br /&gt;At malaman ng maaga ang wasto sa kamalian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batang-bata ako nalalaman ko 'to&lt;br /&gt;Inamin ko rin na kulang ang aking nalalaman at nauunawaan&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit kahit ganyan ang kinalalagyan alam&lt;br /&gt;ko na may karapatan ang bawat nilalang&lt;br /&gt;Kahit bata pa man kahit bata pa man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko sanang malaman ang mali sa katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;Sariling pagraranas ang aking pamamagitan&lt;br /&gt;Imulat ang isipan sa mga kulay ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;Maging tunay na malaya sa katangi-tanging bata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batang-bata ka pa at marami ka pang&lt;br /&gt;kailangang malaman at intindihin sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko sanang malaman ang mali sa katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;Batang-bata ka lang at akala mo na na alam mo&lt;br /&gt;na ang lahat na kailangan mong malaman&lt;br /&gt;Sariling pagraranas ang aking pamamagitan&lt;br /&gt;Nagkakamali ka kung akala mo na ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;ay isang mumunting paraiso lamang&lt;br /&gt;la la la ý&lt;br /&gt;la la la ý (fade)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-1404792793306827784?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/1404792793306827784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=1404792793306827784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/1404792793306827784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/1404792793306827784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/10/batang-bata-ka-pa.html' title='Batang-Bata Ka Pa'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-2348122045357723991</id><published>2006-10-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:53:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Check this out!</title><content type='html'>I read from Andrea's blog about this and as much as I want to help them financially, I can only help them by prayers and posting her blog site.  Please check this out and hope you can also help even through prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://momsi.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-2348122045357723991?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/2348122045357723991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=2348122045357723991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/2348122045357723991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/2348122045357723991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-check-this-out.html' title='Please Check this out!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-4214544774946675943</id><published>2006-10-10T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:46:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Selfless and Noble Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/1600/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/200/dc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by: Charlie Magno (www.igma.tv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not help it, but I get teary eyes everytime I see and watch the news regarding the accident and death of GMA 7 News Reporter Dan Campilan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I do not know him personally, but watching him everyday deliver news seems like I was able to know and like him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all the reporters of GMA 7, what strikes him most to me was the way he carried himself while delivering his news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can see how he’s so dedicated in his work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember when he covered the news regarding the meningococcemia in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought to myself, how brave he was that he’s not afraid of catching the virus but rather continued researching and providing the people news and updates about the said virus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, honestly speaking, for me his good looking, coz he looked like “Ariel Rivera”, which is my all time crush…&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But seriously speaking, I was really shocked when I heard the news of his death last Saturday morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tina Panganiban-Perez, the one who delivered the news, was really devastated coz she was having a hard time saying her lines coz you can hear her struggling not to cry.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really touched by what his family did to the driver of the bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did not press any charges and forgave him instead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They said that if Dan was still alive, he will also do the same thing too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(According to them Dan was “maawain”)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that moment, I recalled how Pope John Paul II also forgave the person who shoot and tried to kill him. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventhough Dan is no longer with us; he continues to inspire others by the story of his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How his family, friends and colleagues described him as a very responsible and unselfish son and brother, and a very dedicated and sincere journalist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he died at a very young age, he was able to fulfill his mission here on earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I believe that, that what’s matters most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was able to gratify God in his own simple ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through this, I am inspired to live my life not just for myself, but for others as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isipin mo na lang ang ating samahan at ang pag-ibig ko sa iyo." - Bayang Barrios &amp;amp; Mike Villegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-4214544774946675943?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/4214544774946675943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=4214544774946675943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/4214544774946675943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/4214544774946675943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/10/selfless-and-noble-person.html' title='A Selfless and Noble Person'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-3696732449236283728</id><published>2006-10-09T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:27:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Terrible Two's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whether you're home full-time or working full-time, teaching your child to listen to you and behave appropriately is an ongoing and time-consuming process.  But unlike working parents, full-time parents must deal with temper tantrums, whining, and all the other naughtiness the kids can think of, on a much more frequent basis." - Christina Baglivi Tinglof (The Stay-at-Home Parent Survival Guide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I wake up, I always try to remind myself that I will try not to get angry and shout so much.  I am afraid that it might have a negative effect on baby Sam.  But as soon as I finished saying this to myself, Paul will start doing things that really, really piss me off...(excuse me for the term) like playing with his milk, throwing his toys all over the room, playing with insects outside, and a whole lot more.  And so goodbye to good mood and hello to stressful day (ma-hihigh blood nanaman ako!!!).  Our neighbor will have to suffer and hear me shout and call Paul's name the entire day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but for me, kids nowadays are so much different with kids during my time and especially during my mom's and grandparent's time.  I remember when I was growing up, whenever I hear my mom shout or see her stare at me with those scary big eyes, I would stop whatever "kalokohan" I was doing.  When my mom calls my name, my knees would start to shake and my whole body would get so weak from fear.  But I am wondering, why does my son isn't acting that way with me?  When I start to call his name and stare at him...there's no effect!  He'll even do it again so as to really make me mad, as if he enjoys it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember when my younger brother, Sean, when he was just two or three years old, he's so behave and quiet.  He can play on his own without destroying his toys.  He can sit still and be happy and content.  But, not with Paul...he can't keep still for even a minute.  He's very hyper active, loves to run and jump, throws his toys and destroys his cars, books and even my stuff.  Argghh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what's the culprit for this kind of behavior?  I think its the milk and the vitamins he's taking, or the foods (especially junk foods) he's eating, the shows he's watching on t.v., or the games he's playing...I really, really do not know!!! Hay!!!  Disciplining a child is very hard, and the outcome of it reflects on me...I mean, if Paul grows up to be a "bad boy" it will reflect on what kind of mother am I...or is it just my high expectations not on Paul but on me as a mother? (Ha, I'll have to discuss that on a different topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be thankful!  I am blessed with a very healthy and witty child.  I should always look on the bright side, and not stress on the things that a normal child does.  I guess, my son is just exploring his world and absorbing all the new things he's learning everyday.  And I should cherish all this experiences and memories, because when he becomes a teenager and starts his college, we will have less time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for him to grow up and be a very good person, one who's like his dad...a person with a golden heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/31573870-3696732449236283728?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3696732449236283728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=3696732449236283728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3696732449236283728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3696732449236283728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/10/whether-youre-home-full-time-or-working.html' title='Really Terrible Two&apos;s'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-6217663000090355070</id><published>2006-10-02T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:00:07.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP ... PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sleep is needed  to regenerate certain parts of the body, especially the brain, so that it may continue to function optimally.  After periods of extended wakefulness or reduced sleep neurons may begin to malfunction, visibly affecting a person's behavior." -Sarah Ledoux-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting anything in my blog for the past few days and I blame it on lack of sleep.  As what Ms. Sarah Ledoux said, lack of sleep means the brain won't function well, so I am having a hard time composing an entry here...hahaha!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/1600/whine.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/200/whine.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned from my previous post,since I am in my third trimester (pregnancy), its difficult for me nowadays to get some quality sleep, not just because I am having a hard time looking for a comfortable position due to my bump, but also I have to visit the loo every two or three hours (in the middle of the night).  Last week was the worst one, not just because of the typhoon and the blackout, but because Paul got sick too.  He's fever got worse because I can not open the aircon to cool him down, I had to make sure that he gets enough cool air by fanning him until 4am (that's the time our light came back!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to get a good night sleep when you have kids, you will have to sacrifice a lot in order that the children get their good night sleep...that's our (moms) job!  I haven't been a deep sleeper ever since, I am easily awake by sounds &amp; movements.  "Ika nga", hindi ako mantika kung matulog.  So until now, its hard for me to go back to sleep when I am awakened in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized that I should have not taken sleep for granted when I was still single.  I have abused my body by not sleeping early due to some "important" stuff like talking on the phone, surfing the internet, working late, watching t.v., listening to the radio, reading a very good book, etc....I've come to realized that these things that were important to me before, is not important to me right now...because what is important to me is SLEEP!!! hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you single ladies (and men) out there, you have still so much time to sleep.  Do not take it for granted...as I have watched the other day at ANC channel, a doctor (sorry i wasn't able to get her name) said that 3 days without sleep will make you pay for it, she calls it "sleep debt".  So if you still have the opportunity, grab it and don't waste your time on things that you think are important, because our health is much more important than other things, because how can we enjoy "these things" if we are not healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my body is preparing me right now for more (future) sleepness nights, because when Sam arrives, I am sure, I will not be able to say the word sleep!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/31573870-6217663000090355070?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/6217663000090355070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=6217663000090355070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/6217663000090355070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/6217663000090355070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleep-please.html' title='SLEEP ... PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-1377485364519735125</id><published>2006-09-22T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:28:33.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Great Things About Having A Baby!</title><content type='html'>Got this article from "Im Pregnant" Magazine (Oct. Nov. Dec. '05 Issue)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 YOU'RE EXTRA SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you announce you're pregnant you are the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Even complete strangers want to touch your bump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 TOGETHER FOREVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many couples find that having a baby improves their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 TAKE IT EASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy is a great excuse for putting your feet up and watching&lt;br /&gt;episodes of Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 TALKING SHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great fun planning what to buy for your new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 SPEND! SPEND! SPEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend lots of money - without feeling guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 MUM'S THE WORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby can bring you closer to your own mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 FANTASTIC FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think how great it will be being able to act like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 NEW FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy is often a time when you make new friends who will&lt;br /&gt;completely understand your hopes and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 WHEN TWO BECOME THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your very won family is a wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 CUDDLE UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can beat having a cuddle with your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But although there are "10 great things" &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/1600/smiley.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/1600/smiley.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/320/smiley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...there are also a few not so good things... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/1600/whine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/320/whine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As soon as I entered my third trimester, I have not been sleeping very well ...(actually ever since I gave birth to Paul...hehehe!!!)..its my bump..its getting bigger and bigger everyday...and every turn I make, it seems that I can't find a comfortable side...I read in pregnancy magazines and sites (storknet.com) "Sleeping on your back can put too much pressure on your back and compress important blood vessels" and "With a big belly, there is now no way to sleep on your tummy and it gets painful to lie on your back, putting all the weight of your belly on your back." and, so I have to lie on my left side, with lots of pillow between my legs and under my tummy (thanks ninang carrie, im using Paul's Lightning McQueen pillow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when I am able to find a good position, I am awakend by my need to pee in the middle of the night, not just once but every two or three hours...ha? And before I knew it, its 6am...I have to get up and say good bye to hubby...and eventhough I can go back to bed, it will be very hard again...haY! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/1600/sorrowful.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1902/3854/320/sorrowful.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's more? Heartburn; indigestion; achy back, legs and feet (cramps); nasal congestion; shortness of breath; abdominal aches and itches; mild swelling of face, feet and hands....that's just to name a few...hahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waiting is another story, since I am in my 3rd trim, I am really excited and can't wait to see Sam...I can't wait to get this over with..hahaha...the waiting is killing me! More or less 10 weeks to go, hay...! I am a bit scared...I hope that I will have an easy delivery, just like when I gave birth to Paul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-1377485364519735125?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/1377485364519735125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=1377485364519735125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/1377485364519735125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/1377485364519735125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-great-things-about-having-baby.html' title='10 Great Things About Having A Baby!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-7917352159088545549</id><published>2006-09-21T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:34:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirst For Serving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, I had to wake up very early (as in 4:30am) coz my hubby had to be at work by 6am. While preparing breakfast for him, I also ate a few bites coz baby Sam was a little bit complaining :). But my biggest mistake was to eat a few spoonful of ice cream… yup, you read it right, ICE CREAM @ 5am…BIG MISTAKE!!! Not because my stomach ached, but because I wasn’t able to go back to sleep as much as I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, still dark outside at 5:30am, Paul was still sleeping, and still I can’t sleep. I took the time to read a few chapters of the bible and said my morning prayers…and after I listened to some praise and worship music. Listening to it made me reminisce the days when I was still very busy serving the Lord through our Catholic community (God Loves Prayer Community - GLPC). As the memories came back, I became a little bit sad, sad because I miss it terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sanny and I got married, I was very active in GLPC, as I’ve mentioned from my previous post (Writer’s Block), I was not only serving the music ministry, but I was also serving the liturgy and the outreach program in Molino, Cavite. When I gave birth to Paul, all of those activities were gone…because I decided to be “hands on” in taking care of Paul, so I decided to sacrifice my time serving the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I miss most? Of course…singing!!! But it’s not just about singing…serving is the reason why I am doing it. It‘s my way of showing my gratitude…of thanking the Lord for all the blessings and the talents He has given me. Serving has this kind of satisfying effect, a feeling of happiness, knowing I was able to share God to other people. It’s also my way of sacrificing and going out of my way to help and serve other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that although I am not active in our community, God gave me another opportunity to serve, and that is my family. The biggest responsibility that God ever gave me: To serve my husband, my son and my child inside my womb. It is not an easy task, unlike the one I did in GLPC, coz after our prayer meetings, my service is finished, but with my family, it’s a 24/7 kind of job. Like any other service, I do need a lot of prayer also, because like I said, it is not an easy task…I need a lot of patience and understanding especially in dealing with my kids…hahaha :) I know it is important to serve my family, especially my children, because I am able to share with them the love of God. I am also happy because I am able to give my whole time, effort and affection to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay! Enough of this drama… Lesson learned? Never to eat ICE CREAM in the morning…;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-7917352159088545549?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7917352159088545549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=7917352159088545549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/7917352159088545549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/7917352159088545549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/09/thirst-for-serving-you.html' title='Thirst For Serving You'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-7387515340793848520</id><published>2006-09-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:45:58.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look A Likes</title><content type='html'>I got this idea from Faye and I tried it also. Wow, mala-koreana pala ang beauty ko. Hahaha! My mom will be happy about this (she's so addict sa mga koreanovelas!!!)...And I am happy too coz fave korean celebrity ko sila, especially the girl in "Love Story in Harvard"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check it out! (I used my wedding photo here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage Celebrity Collage" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage Celebrity Collage"&gt;&lt;img height="450" src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/19/21/1921_05850d049054js1ur001.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my hubby, although I wasn't able to find many celebrities, but guess who is his handsome and famous celeb look-a-like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share your family tree and family pictures" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - share your family tree and family pictures"&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/18/27/1827_4521f7c390547gh6jw01.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out, so much fun...hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-7387515340793848520?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/7387515340793848520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=7387515340793848520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/7387515340793848520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/7387515340793848520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-celebrity-look-likes.html' title='My Celebrity Look A Likes'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-3151912757415510210</id><published>2006-09-12T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:04:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy to Forgive, Hard to Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wrongs are often forgiven, but contempt never is. Our pride remembers it forever."&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/000352.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lord Chesterfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to finish with my prayer time the other night, the last prayer I read was about forgiveness. And as I was about to say the prayer, the people who I have forgiven came to my mind. After saying the prayer, a thought came to me: "Did I really (totally) forgiven those people?" I guess that was the Lord asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easy to say that we have forgiven those who have caused us so much pain. But can we truly say that we have forgotten the incident, the reason for the misunderstanding, the painful words that were spoken and the mistake of that particular person to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am not perfect, and I confess I have forgiven "them", but at the same time, I am not sure whether I have totally forgotten it. Honestly for me, it is hard to forget the things that caused so much hurt, the painful words that were uttered, and the trust that was destroyed.  I do not hold any grudges or harbor any resentments, but when memories of it flashes back, the pain I felt came rushing back as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My friend told me that the only time she can totally say that she has forgiven and forgotten, is when there are no more "sumbatan" over whose fault it is, or why it started, or how it happened. As the cliche goes,"Time heals all wounds." I guess it hasn't healed yet...or maybe its just my pride over taking me. For me, another reason might be that there were no closure between the two parties. After the incident, we were not able to talk about it, we just drifted away and thought that we'll just forget the whole incident and stay the same. I confess, I am not good at talking, I am not comfortable with confrontations...I rather keep it all to myself and pray that things will work out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For now, all I do is pray that I might be able to forget the past, and that I might be able to face "them" if the situation calls for it. And also that the people who I have hurt in the past, will also forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRAYER:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heavenly Father, bless me with the grace of Forgiveness. Forgive my sins and annoit me with the love to forgive those who hurt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus my Saviour, I thnk you for changing my heart to forgive and I am asking this through Christ our Lord. Amen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. And be kind to one another, even as God in Christ forgave you." - Ephesians 4: 31-32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-3151912757415510210?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3151912757415510210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=3151912757415510210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3151912757415510210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3151912757415510210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/09/easy-to-forgive-hard-to-forget.html' title='Easy to Forgive, Hard to Forget'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-3632132781575983816</id><published>2006-09-05T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:10:36.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September is here and for Filipinos, that means Christmas season! But for me, I am more excited of another thing...and that is giving birth on November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SAMUEL ISAAC if its a boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SAMANTHA IRENE if its a girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SAM for short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost seven months have passed but still I can not believe that I am going to be a mom...AGAIN (for the second time)! I still can't believe that I'll be carrying another innocent child in my arms...I still can't believe that I would hear another sweet voice will call me "Mommy"...will be kissing, hugging me and will cuddle close to me every night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carrying a child in your womb is not that easy. All the pain and discomfort will come your way and yet you can not do anything, but just to endure it. For the 1st trimester, I did not feel any pain, but I suffered a lot of nausea and vomitting (which I did not experience w/ my 1st pregnancy). Eating (w/c is my fave) was hard to do (can you imagine that???)... On my 2nd trimester, I didn't feel any pain and I'm not suffering from any morning sickness, but my appetite came bcak...hehehe... My tummy was not yet showing, friends and relatives who saw me thought that either I am not pregnant or that I gave birth already. But I can feel that there's life inside of me coz I can feel SAM do the summersault and kick as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that I am in my 3rd trimester, I am feeling a lot of pain...from my back, hips, my legs and from my "butt area". I can not sit, lie down or stand for a long time. I am not able to sleep the required amount because its hard to find the perfect position with my bump getting bigger and bigger. I am constatly hungry and yet I can not eat so much coz heart burn will surely come my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of these pain are just an icing on the top..."wala pa ang sakit sa panganganak"...hahaha (that's another topic)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All mothers will say that all the pain they suffered and endured are all worth it. As soon as the nurse places the baby in the mother's arm and saw her baby for the very first time, all of the pain and discomfort vanishes from her memory. They say a baby is a blessing, but for a mother, its not just a blessing..its her joy...her passion...her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two more months and I will be able to hold SAM in my arms, breastfeed SAM, cuddle SAM and give SAM all my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-3632132781575983816?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/3632132781575983816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=3632132781575983816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3632132781575983816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/3632132781575983816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/09/sam.html' title='SAM'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-5046892452499620211</id><published>2006-08-29T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:22:52.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs That Refresh My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Music is my life...its the air that I breathe!!! Whenever I am happy, sad, excited or in whatever mood I am in, there's always a song that would describe how I am feeling. Whenever I feel bad, down or depress, I would calm my soul and revive my spirit by listening to inspirational songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There comes a point in our lives that although we are happy with what we have, we still feel down or just sad about something. And in these times, we really need a lot of inspiration, not only from our family and love ones, but also from books and of course from SONGS...songs that would make us light up whenever we are gloomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know its kinda oldies na, but when I read the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;Rico J. Puno's&lt;/em&gt; MAY BUKAS PA, I realized that there will be better days and always to think positive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two other Worship songs that refreshes me are MY SOUL FINDS REST and GIVE THEM ALL TO JESUS. Whenever I have a problem or somethings bothering me, these songs would remind me to lift up all my worries and fears to God, and that He alone will make me strong and at peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who are feeling down or just sad...I hope these songs would inspire you like it did to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God bless!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY BUKAS PA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huwag damdamin ang kasawian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May bukas pa sa iyong buhay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sisikat din ang iyong araw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang landas mo ay mag-iilaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa daigdig ang buhay ay ganyan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mayroong ligaya at lumbay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maghintay at may nakalaang bukas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May bukas pa sa iyong buhay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tutulungan ka ng Diyos na may lalang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang iyong pagdaramdam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Idalangin mo sa Maykapal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na sa puso mo ay mawalan nang lubusan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang iyong pagdaramdam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Idalangin mo sa Maykapal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na sa puso mo ay mawalan nang lubusan.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SOUL FINDS REST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My soul finds rest in God alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My salvation comes from Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He alone is my rock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He alone is my salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My soul finds rest in God alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All my hope I place in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He alone is my fortress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is my deliverer, I'll not be shaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;GOD alone is my rock and I'll not be moved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll find shelter in his wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HE alone is my stregth and shield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How my heart leaps for joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will ever give thanks unto Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you have been my refuge, Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A strong tower against the foe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My help in times of distress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My joy in times of affliction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you have heard my cry o God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listen to my supplication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the ends of the earth I cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lead me to the rock that is higher than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVE THEM ALL TO JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you tired of chasing pretty rainbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you tired of spinning round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wrap up all the shattered dreams of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And at the feet of Jesus lay them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give them all, give them all to Jesus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shattered dreams wounded hearts and broken toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Give them all, give them all to Jesus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And He will turn your sorrows in to joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He never said you'd only see sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He never said there'd be no rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He'd only promise a heart full of singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About the very things that once brought pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;SUNSHINE &amp;amp; RAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No life is useless and no day is vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;For God has a purpose for sunshine and rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;All are discouraged and everyone cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;But we're never alone beneath cloudy skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;All hearts can break...they're fragile as glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;But God will mend them, and this too shall pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we succeed, and sometimes we fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So follow your dreams whatever the trail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;For no one's a loser who gives it his best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can stand tall above all the rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who are faithful are noble at heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And no life is useless when God has a part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be swift to give praise and slow to complain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;God has a purpose for sunshine and rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;-CLAY HARRISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-5046892452499620211?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115599944032542082</id><published>2006-08-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:57:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 &amp; I am Proud of It!</title><content type='html'>This is sooo looonnnggg overdue...and I am blaming it on the virus that took over our PC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am proud to say that I am 28 years old already...three more years and I'm out of the calendar...hahaha!!! But so what?  I am not ashamed of getting old...I mean all of us are going to that stage anyway.  Peole tend to ignore the question when asked about their age...but for me I am not because I am blessed that God still gives me reason to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;July 27, 2006 was just like an ordinary day for me (waking up, doing some chores and keeping up w/ Paul's kakulitan), but what made it extra ordinary?  The people who took the time out to greet me and wish me well on my birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first person who greeted me?  My son &lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt; (although I had to teach him first...hahaha!!!) then baby &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; - whom I felt inside me moved.  Thanks to my hubby &lt;strong&gt;Sanny&lt;/strong&gt;, although he's so tired and sleepy (due to lack of sleep the other night coz he had to take care of Mommy Zeny), he woke up just to greet me with a hug and kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mapo, &lt;/strong&gt;thanks for being the first person to text me.  My &lt;strong&gt;KUYA B&lt;/strong&gt;, who texted me @ 1am (busy with patients in the emergency room), my "rockistang" kapatid &lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt;, and my younger "pogi" brother &lt;strong&gt;SEAN&lt;/strong&gt;.  My sweet cousins:  &lt;strong&gt;Ate Bubette &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Milette &lt;/strong&gt;(my sis kuno)...My college barkadas:  &lt;strong&gt;Det &lt;/strong&gt;(yummy choco cake), &lt;strong&gt;She &lt;/strong&gt;(i love the cologne), &lt;strong&gt;Carrie &lt;/strong&gt;(ever reliable), &lt;strong&gt;Michelle &lt;/strong&gt;(tnx for the lotion), and &lt;strong&gt;DYO &lt;/strong&gt;(surprised gift? hehehe)...My kumares:  &lt;strong&gt;Dea &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Julie... &lt;/strong&gt;My sister and brother in the Community (GOD LOVES)...&lt;strong&gt;Sis Richie &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Bro Gener&lt;/strong&gt;... and my ninong (although I wasn't able to take his call) &lt;strong&gt;Bro Rolly&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course thanks to my &lt;strong&gt;DAD&lt;/strong&gt;, who welcomed us to his home...My &lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt;, who emailed me a very touching e-card..and also who sponsored my birthday lunch and dinner!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly to &lt;strong&gt;GOD ALMIGHTY&lt;/strong&gt;, who's always there for me and blesses me with so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-115599944032542082?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115599944032542082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115599944032542082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115599944032542082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115599944032542082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/08/28-i-am-proud-of-it.html' title='28 &amp; I am Proud of It!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115589093501233678</id><published>2006-08-18T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:11:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Forever ... StickwitU...My LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is blind...Marriage is the eye-opener." - Herman de Zwaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am always excited whenever I am coordinating a wedding. Not only because of the service fee (hehehe!!!) but because it brings me back to the state of being a bride again. Weddings are a very blissful occassion, people are in a festive mood and I can really feel LOVE is in the AIR. But after the wedding ceremony and reception, what happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marriage is a COMMITMENT &amp; people often forget its meaning especially when they are sssoooo much in love - living in a fairy tale, saved by his prince and will lived happily ever after...That is why the rate of divorce and annulment are so high. They realized after marrying the person that its not so animated anymore and more likely a reality show...hahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do some marriages fail? Is love not enough? There are a lot of reasons why marriages ends up in separation...and I think one reason is not knowing your partner enough. I know...you can never really get to know someone unless you live with him/her under one roof. But still, one can discern a person through his/her relationship with their family (especially with their moms), friends, co-workers and less fortunate people...their attitude towards their work, interests, politics, and etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been married to Sanny for 3 years now and yet there a still things I've discovered that I haven't known before. But, before I married him, I already knew what kind of person is he. Living with him for the past years, I realized and I can truly say that I did not made a mistake of marrying him. Although not perfect, he has some habits which irritates me a lot, still I can say that I am loving him more everyday! I am so much blessed by God because I do not have problems with him like some wives have with their husbands...I am talking about the 3 deadly Bs...babae...bisyo...&amp; barkada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Putting Christ in the center of our relationship is helping us cope up with the pressures and problems in life. Inspiration to be better parents for our children also make us work harder to stay stronger "&lt;strong&gt;TOGETHER...FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know Sanny and I still have a long journey to travel towards the golden wedding anniversary, but between now and 47 years from now, I am definetely going to "&lt;strong&gt;STICKWITU&lt;/strong&gt;"!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together Forver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rico J. Puno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My love, forever you will always be mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only love, forever you will always be mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faithful love, it's always you, you'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My love, forever you will be my first thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only love, for you and I'll give my everlasting love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise you, you'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You and I will never say goodbye, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We'll never even wonder why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You and I will always be together forever (2X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My love, forever you will always be mine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only love, forever you will always be mine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faithful love, it's always you, you'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STICKWITU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohhh.. Oh Oh..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go another day&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems as like everybody is breaking up&lt;br /&gt;and throwing their love away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I got a good thing right here&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say (Hey) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go another day&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;See the way we ride, in our private lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't nobody gettin' in between&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that, your the only one for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u my baby&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, ain't nothing else I can need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm singing.. 'cause your so, so into me&lt;br /&gt;I got you, we'll be making love endlessly&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you, baby you're with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't cha worry about&lt;br /&gt;people hanging around&lt;br /&gt;they ain't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you, and you know me&lt;br /&gt;and that's all that counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So don't cha worry about&lt;br /&gt;people hanging around&lt;br /&gt;they ain't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;I know you, and you know me&lt;br /&gt;and that's why, that's why I say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u my baby&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-115589093501233678?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115589093501233678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115589093501233678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115589093501233678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115589093501233678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/08/together-forever-stickwitumy-love.html' title='Together Forever ... StickwitU...My LOVE!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115554502540932492</id><published>2006-08-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:43:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its The Hormones!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't entered any post lately and I blame it on Trojan  -  the virus who sucked out the life of our pc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our pc suffered the virus on the day of my birthday, I had a hard time logging on...not on the net, but logging on to my thoughts...hahaha...  Its my so called sickness... "pag natigil, ang hirap simulan ulit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's worse, is adding this pregnancy hormones to my existing so called sickness...and presto -- KATAM...hehehe...KATAMARAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to these hormones, not only do  I feel so "tamad" but I also feel so miserable.  I have a lot of negative thoughts, which even watching tv and sleeping is hard to do.  Playing with Paul is even worse, coz I can't stand his "kakulitan"... I end up shouting at him!!! Hay!!! I feel so guilty...bad mommy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have still not posted my fun and memorable lunch date with my college dabarkads...still haven't posted a lot...its all written in my notebook...hay...so until this "depress-depressan" disappears...I think this will be all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-115554502540932492?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115554502540932492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115554502540932492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115554502540932492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115554502540932492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-hormones.html' title='Its The Hormones!!!'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115390005945546960</id><published>2006-07-26T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:52:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days &amp; Mondays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I am not pertaining to the song. I hate mondays, but I love rainy days. I love the cool breeze and hearing the sounds of the rain drops. It has a calming effect on me...which leads to the state of "KATAM"...hehehehehe!!!! Yup, you got it right, "KATAMARAN"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't posted any entries lately because of "KATAM". I always love sleeping a bit longer and cozying up with my pillow and blanket everytime rainy days come. I think my mind and body wants to stop functioning and just lie in bed while I take advantage of the cool breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, so much for snuggling with my pillow.... before my "self" shuts off entirely, I have to move and begin writing again or else, it will be awhile before I will have the energy to think and write again. HAHAHA!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-115390005945546960?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115390005945546960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115390005945546960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115390005945546960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115390005945546960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/07/rainy-days-mondays.html' title='Rainy Days &amp; Mondays...'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115389878821940623</id><published>2006-07-26T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:26:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha? Barney Nanaman?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6973/3426/1600/12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6973/3426/200/12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this post, I can hear from the other room that my son is watching he's all time fave show...BARNEY !!! Yup, I should confess that my son is so addicted to barney. Hay!! As soon as he wakes up, barney...lunch time, barney...before nap time, barney...at night, baney...hay!!! I've memorized all the songs, movements and dialogues ...hay!!! But it sure is a great way to bribe him to drink his daily dose of vitamins...hehehe!!! It's the only show were you can see him sit and watch actually...other cartoons? nah...after 5 mins. he'll walk away and play na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6973/3426/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6973/3426/200/11.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Paul learned a lot from watching Barney.  He's so sweet and friendly with other kids.  I can say, although I have to watch it, I'm not getting tired of it coz all the songs are good hehehe!!!  Paul and I had a chance to watch Barney and his friends live at Araneta last year.  It's a funny story coz I really didn't planned on watching it.  The ticket cost too much for a 2 hour show.  And I thought that Paul will not remember it when he's 12 or even 7.  When ABS-CBN televised series of barney, even though I'm KAPUSO, I swallowed my pride just so Paul can watch new series of Barney.  And everytime the show ended, ABS will promote the show in Araneta, they even had a contest so viewers can win free tickets.  Boom! It hit me, Paul can watch it live if I join the contest (eventhough I do not believe in that kind of promo coz I am never lucky in contests/promos/etc...).  So every morning before the show starts, I will ready my cel and type the format...and one morning, a call came in and told me I won the contest.  I was really shocked! Me? Win? So, to make the long story short...we were able to watch it live.  Funny as it may sound, but while watching it w/ Paul, I was teary eyed...not bcoz I saw barney in person (hhmm!!!) but bcoz I saw how happy my son is.  Kahit nasa dulo kami ng walang hanggan at super liit si Baney and his friends...kahit na napaka gulo ni Paul ....and kahit na iniwan ko lahat ng baon namin ni Paul sa gate (kasi bawal pala)...its all worth it.  Im so happy coz my son finally saw Barney!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;posted last July 19, 2006 @ my friendster blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=170,height=284,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://mammypammy.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-115389878821940623?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115389878821940623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115389878821940623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115389878821940623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115389878821940623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/07/ha-barney-nanaman.html' title='Ha? Barney Nanaman?!?'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115383262778874197</id><published>2006-07-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:03:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reading the bible "religiously" is not an easy thing for me to do.  Its very hard to concentrate on books and chapters while Paul jumps up and down the bed and keep on asking so many things.  So I try to find time reading at night when everybody's asleep...but sometimes due to exhaustion, I find myself asleep too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I find time to read a few chapters, a verse or two will surely strike an issue, doubts or struggles I am facing that day.  God really knows how to make a point! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night after reading the book of Ecclesiastes chapters 2 &amp; 3, it really made me reflect a lot about my life.  Everything that happened in my life was planned, not by me, BUT by God.  When I was a teenager, I've always dreamed of a lot of things for my future...and yet a few just came true. I am not saying I am a bad planner, but that we can not really tell what is in store in our future, not even a "manghuhula" can tell...only God knows. But I am happy because what I really wanted ...God gave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul turned two, I've been thinking of getting back to work (as much as I don't want to).  I felt that its time for me to help Sanny financially since Paul will start he's pre-school next year (2007).  People started asking us when will we have another baby, &amp; I always say "matagal pa...probably 5 or 7 yrs pa coz its not easy caring for a child..." and I think it will give me more time and money to save up for the next child.  But God has other plans for me and my family.  When I found out that I am pregnant, at first I was kind of worried because a lot of questions came to my mind.  Are we financially ready? Will I have enough time for another baby while taking care of Paul, my hubby and myself?  But after realizing that God planned it, I became secured coz I believed that He will not bless us with another baby if we are not ready.  Also, I never thought that we will move to another place to live.  Again, God planned it for us.  And when it happened Iwas not shocked anymore coz I know God has reasons and I am happy coz those reasons are for my family's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not living in my dream house, I do not own a hi-tech and expensive cellphone, I do not have the latest fashion clothes and fancy accessories, but still I can say that I am happy and contented in what I have right now.  The most important blessings are already with me:  Sanny, my understanding and loving husband; Paul, my active, clever and handsome son; Sam, my unborn sweet child inside my womb; my family, who's always there to guide me; my friends, who listens and laughs with me; &amp; of course My GOD, who strengthens me and the reason for my living!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"When we have the proper view of God, we discover that real pleasure is found in enjoying whatever we have as gifts from God not in what we accumulate."  - Life Application Study Bible (N.I.V.) -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted last July 17, 2006 @ my friendster blog&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/31573870-115383262778874197?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115383262778874197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115383262778874197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115383262778874197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115383262778874197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time for Everything'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115383195444565013</id><published>2006-07-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:52:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Searching on yahoo, I have come across a lot of famous quotes on mothers, and I really would like to share it here so that I can truly say what mothers are feeling, experiencing and hardships in becoming a good one.  Like the cliche goes "you can never truly appreciate your own mother until you are one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to&lt;br /&gt;have your heart go walking around outside your body. "&lt;/em&gt; -Elizabeth Stone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain&lt;br /&gt;they are their own."&lt;/em&gt; -Aristotle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the&lt;br /&gt;impossible."&lt;/em&gt; -Marrion C. Garretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the&lt;br /&gt;same – and most mothers kiss and scold together."&lt;/em&gt; -Buck-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five&lt;br /&gt;people, promptly announces she never did care for pie."&lt;/em&gt; -Tenneva Jordan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the&lt;br /&gt;longest."&lt;/em&gt; -Irish proverb-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A mother who is really a mother is never free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Honore De Balzac-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted last July 17, 2006 @ my friendster blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31573870-115383195444565013?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115383195444565013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115383195444565013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115383195444565013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115383195444565013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-mother.html' title='What is a Mother?'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31573870.post-115381642539299671</id><published>2006-07-25T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:38:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's Monday and five more days to go before I get to see my college barkadas...I miss them so much. Thanks to Carrie, my ever "reliable" best friend...sa walang sawang pag txt brigade mo sa kanila, sa lahat ng efforts mo sa pangungulit sa kanila at sa pakikinig sa aking mga sentimientos...hehehe...I really do pray na lahat kayo makapunta. It's been a lllloooonnngggg time since I had a chance to go out and have some fun with them. If I am correct, the last time was ...uhm? kelan nga ulit yun? hehehe!!!! ah!!! That was last January, the baptism of Det's son, Dylan. Kaya lang di naman tayo complete eh. The last time ata na complete tayo was last 2003 pa ata...bridal shower ko. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first and foremost reason&lt;/strong&gt; why I am really loking forward to our gimmik (considered gimmik ba ang lunch date? hehehe!) is because its been awhile since I had a chance to go out by myself ...yup...alone at last...its not that hindi ako happy to go out with my hubby Sanny and son Paul, but now I will have time (again!) for myself. Since being a mother, you have to sacrifice a LOT for your family...and time for one's self is the most thing that mothers have to sacrifice. And now that I am pergnant, I am sure it will be hard for me to go out again after giving birth on November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second reason&lt;/strong&gt; is: baby shower....I am happy that my friends are giving me another baby shower...I have my wish list na ..hehehe...pero ok lang kahit ano, basta cute....hehehe...First born always has the advantage of so many things...like baby showers and new clothes, new things and new toys...unlike the second, the third, and so on....So its just fair for my second baby (Sam) to also experience baby showers, new things and not just hand me downs...I like to be fair with my babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third reason&lt;/strong&gt;: MY BIRTHDAY! Yup, my birthday is fast approaching...I initiated this gimmik coz its my birthday. When I was still single, I always celebrate my birthday with parties...not naman "grandeng" celebration, just a simple dinner @ our house with my friends. My mom always kid me "bakit ako lang sa amin sa family ang mahilig maghanda?" hehehe....I don't know why, but I love to entertain my friends eh. Anyway, since its my 28th birthday, and I can't celebrate it sa house (coz its now hard to entertain guests with a kid in tow...hahaha)...i opted to meet na lang w/ my barkada in Eastwood...(hey paging Sheryl, this time malapit na sa iyo ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really EXCITED...thanks to my hubby, who will be the "yayo" for Paul...I will have the time...all for myself...alone ... at last...! Mothers out there will surely understand what I am talking about "time for myself"....hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey calling Michelle, Sheryl, Det, Dyo &amp;amp; Tina ...I am looking forward to our lunch date this coming saturday and you know the reasons why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted last July 17, 2006 @ my friendster blog&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/31573870-115381642539299671?l=mammypammy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/feeds/115381642539299671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31573870&amp;postID=115381642539299671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115381642539299671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31573870/posts/default/115381642539299671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mammypammy.blogspot.com/2006/07/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking Forward to....'/><author><name>mammypammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815199326891154447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03939301018938741480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>